Darcy pulled over and parked on the side of the road. She started pushing some decidedly nonstandard buttons on her motorcycle. There was a soft ticking noise as the mini-computer in her bike ran a scan, searching for a tracking liquid that was on Akemi's boots. Darcy grinned. I love this stuff. An the best part is, that foolish girl has no idea that I can find her, even if she takes off her shoes. Her grin became wider as she remembered breaking the door to the apartment Akemi had led her to and dropping a water-soluble capsule full of tracking gel, which Akemi had walked on as she exited the apartment.