Tracking Device

Karen approaches Gary’s office and walks in. Gary is standing at his desk with someone else in a white coat. Marie Taylor. A woman of 60, she is small, with many wrinkles to show and her blonde hair is tied back in a loose bun.

“Karen, is everything alright?” Gary asks seeing that Karen is clearly stressed.

“The tracking device” Karen says.

“Sorry?”

“I was looking through records and saw that we put a tracking device in her arm after she was born, it can lead us to where she is... and she will hopefully still be alive”

“Karen... that is amazing... we’ll get onto that in the lab right now” the three of them leave the room, and into a room nearby. It is time to find the girl. And they will stop at nothing until they find her. 

The End

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