Without warning, she planted one on him.
“Ow!” He rubbed the back of his neck where the small piece of metal had pierced his skin. “I don’t need a tracking device!”
“After the stunt you pulled last week?” She placed her hand on her hip. “You’re lucky we’re sending you out at all. Besides, this is to keep you safe.”
“You knowing exactly where I am at all times doesn’t exactly make me feel safe.”
“Come back alive, and I will personally dig the chip out of your neck.”
“I am never letting you near me with anything sharp again.”
Today's Novel Idea Prompted by: "Without warning, she planted one on him."