Haru awoke and pulled the softly glowing tracker out from under her shirt. She went outside to the morning sun and saw Dohner meditating on the dewy grass. She approached lightly. “Apparently somebody’s tracking me.”
“Tracking you? How is that possible?” Dohner asked, opening his eyes and looking at the glowing crystal embedded in the necklace.
“Somebody must’ve got my signal and sent out a rescue ship.” Haru pulled the orbital communicator from her pant’s pocket. “I’m going to make a call.”
Ahlev stuck his head out of the small hut he was assigned over the night and looked quizzically at Dohner who gave a short explanation.