To Make An Escape

"I can't really feel anything, and your scars are faint." He sat on the bed facing into the room. She was behind him moving her hands over his back and looking for where the tracking chips might be. Though he wasn't sure, he was pretty positive it was inserted on his back.

"They would have put it somewhere that an injury was least likely and not damage it." He commented staring at the wall. Her hands were starting to become distracting to be honest, and neither of them were dressed. He was just trying to count in his head, it wasn't like they had a lot of time. With the fact he'd slowed down he was sure that Cobalt would know he found her.

"Wait." Her hands stopped at the base of his neck. Squeezing slightly and then pressed with her thumb. He felt discomfort there, and she pressed rather hard and it did feel like something small poked him slightly.

"I think I feel something, it's really small." She commented and reached over and picked up the knife.