6. Chip That Ass

"Do you have to be so difficult?" Harlow growled, eyeing the beat up silver Pontiac next to them that seemed intent on refusing to get the fuck out of the way. He slowed down in an attempt to get behind the person, and had to hold back his urge to just swerve into the bastard, when the fucker once again slowed down, remaining in his motherfucking way.

"I haven't even begun to be difficult!" Foxx hissed.

"It's just one little tracking device!" Harlow slammed on the brakes, his insides filling with murderous rage when the car next to them did the same.

"You are not putting a tracker on me!" Foxx squeaked as he jerked against his seatbelt. "What are you doing?!"

"What the fuck does it look like I'm doing?! I'm trying to get over! Just focus on the conversation," Harlow huffed. "Now, if something happens again…" He trailed off on realizing just how many real things could possibly go wrong.

"I can't live my life based on what could happen."

"Which you shouldn't. But if something could possibly be useful in keeping you in one piece, why the fuck would we not use it?!" He growled the last part just as he slammed his foot on the gas and sped up to thirty over the limit. Flipping off the bitch behind them while he passed, Harlow was finally able to merge over.

"Harlow!" Foxx gasped in response to his driving.

Letting the car slow down to a normal speed, Harlow plastered a smile on his face and asked, "Would it be so bad for us to have some way to track your ass down if something goes wrong?"

"I said, no."

"Foxx."

"No!"

Harlow huffed. "What if I wear one too?"

Eyes going wide, Foxx gasped, "You?!"

"Yes," he said as his gaze flicked to the rearview mirror, growling on finding the Pontiac far up his ass. Unfortunately, the windows were so tinted that he couldn't make out the driver. He sped up, memorizing the license plate once it was in view. He made a note to track them down later and possibly destroy their shit box of a car.

Harlow pulled into the parking lot of the Houndside Hazard Hunters Guild before the person had a chance to catch up. The car never stopped, speeding on past while Harlow parked.

He turned to Foxx once he put his Jeep Grand Cherokee into park. The vampire was staring at him, looking baffled still.

"You can't be serious right now, old man."

"I am."

And…he shockingly was. Hard to believe it himself, yet…he was serious. If it would make Foxx wear one, then he would too. Harlow refused to deal with the whole kidnapping thing again. And judging by how many times they've been fucking blown up in the last few months, knowing their luck, it would happen again.

"I don't want to," Foxx whined.

"Coming back around to you being a pain in the ass. Can you not?"

Foxx gave him a fake ass smile, with dimples and all. "Hmm…let me think about it… NO!"

"I would like to point out… I could have just chipped your ass without telling you."

Thinking on it now, that was exactly what he should have done… Why the fuck had he bothered asking? He should have just done it and pretended he hadn't. Just like he'd done after setting up those cameras in Foxx's apartment while the vampire had been stuck in the hospital. Though…he probably should have mentioned them to Foxx…maybe…

Whatever, doing it had satisfied his paranoia after the whole kidnapping thing. And really, could one have too much security?! Sure, the area the apartment complex was in was gated, and the elevator in their building didn't work unless you had a key, but that key was practically pointless!

Because you didn't even need the key to use it if you were on the other floors. You could go up and down wherever! All someone would need to do is climb to the second floor and then bam, they are free to use the fucking elevator. Not to mention, all the other people living there could invite whoever they wanted inside.

So, yeah, he added a few dozen cameras. So what?! It wasn't like the vampire would find them. It's not like he'd made them as obvious as he made that one cat camera.

And he wasn't creepily watching them… Just having pictures of the doorway sent to him anytime someone entered or left… Which was totally acceptable. Though…with that whole poofing thing Alastair had done that one time…maybe he should start watching the cameras for any movement.

He frowned. Could others do that?

Harlow blinked on finding Foxx staring at him in disgust. "What?"

"You thought about doing it just now, didn't you?!" Foxx accused.

He smiled. "Me? No, never."

But now was as good a time as any to make plans. It would probably be easy. All he had to do was get a tracking chip, fuck Foxx until he passed out, and after that, insert the chip somewhere where Foxx couldn't see the wound.

He really should have done it while Foxx was still healing. Hindsight was a bitch. Then again, he'd only come up with the idea last week. By that point, the vampire had been nearly good as new…mostly.

Well, it was too late to think about that now. It was the first week of February, and Foxx was completely good as new…physically, at least. The vampire was still a bit jumpy, and sometimes woke up scared…but he seemed better. Harlow…hoped he was feeling better.

He eyed the man in question, who while silent, was currently looking at Harlow like he wanted to stab him.

"Stop it," Foxx snapped.

"Stop what?"

"Stop plotting."

"I don't know what you are talking about."

"You are such a bad liar."

"I'm actually a good one…when I want to be."

And he was… He could hide his abnormalities perfectly…if he wanted to. Had done it plenty while growing up. Now, Harlow mostly just didn't give a fuck enough to do it.

Foxx glared silently for a few moments more before angrily crying out, "FINE! I'll wear a damn tracker! But know, I'm only doing it because you are a psycho, and I don't want to fucking wake up to you trying to cut me open." Foxx took a deep breath. "But if I'm wearing one, I have rules for it! First of all, I don't want everyone and their mother to have access. I don't want random twits at the Guild being able to track my location. I, frankly, would prefer that only you are able to see the tracking information.

"Secondly, I don't want it turned on at all times. There should be options to turn them on by remote, or something along those lines, so that if you need to track me down you can. Lastly, you will be wearing one too, because I refuse to be the only one!"

Harlow smirked. He couldn't help but feel pleased that Foxx had only wanted him to have access. But Foxx was his, so it was only right… Well, he wasn't his…

No, Foxx was his, but his as in his partner. Okay, he may have collected him. But Foxx was just his in the same way that Tony was his.

He grimaced. No, not in the same way. He definitely wasn't fucking Tony. Now that he was…thinking of Tony… "Fine, fine, all that works for me. Though Tony may want access, since the trackers would be coming from him. I'm pretty sure he would be the one turning them on and off."

"Fine," Foxx huffed, before saying, "Come on, let's get this over with already so we can go eat."

"Yes, yes," he mused as he unbuckled his seat belt.

Harlow eyed the building as they approached. The Houndside Hazard Hunters Guild on the outside appeared to be a long one level rectangular building, made of gray bricks. It wasn't actually one level, of course, there being a large basement below that spanned the whole building, full of holding cells and a morgue.

At the very center of the building, on the overhang above the recessed entrance, written in large white letters was Houndside Hazard Hunters Guild. The glass doors were framed by black glass walls on both sides, before the building extended back out and returned to brick. On the right side was basically a hanging relief sculpture of the Hunters Crest—the exact same crest that was on their badges.

Blood red, black, and gray, the crest started normal-ish enough—a shield with a sword angled to the right behind it. Also normal, the ribbon swooping across the top, below the three points of the shield, which then disappeared behind it, before coming back around right under the bottom point. The top of the ribbon said Houndside Hazard, the bottom part Hunters Guild.

The not so normal parts were the blood on the sword behind it, and the blood red mallet and fancy wooden stake which formed an X in the middle. And if that wasn't ‘special' enough, there were claw marks shredding through the left side.

He eyed it as they walked past with a grimace. Harlow personally thought the design was…cheesy…like some kid thought it up…even if it did scream murder.

Shaking his head, he pushed inside. Foxx following behind him, Harlow headed right for the door that would lead to the back. Nodding at Jerry as they neared him, when Foxx went to talk, Harlow grunted, "No," and dragged the vampire past and into the large office area of the Guild.

Foxx sighed in exasperation, but didn't say anything.