Kathy accepted the black box her girl had given her, and studied it for a moment. Then, she nodded lightly. "This is a 'tracker' device." She concluded, and shrugged. "It's the cheap one. But they modified it a bit. At first, it only worked when it was turned on. It worked as a GPS to track lost items. But it didn't have long battery life."
Then Kathy slammed the device onto the asphalt and trampled it to pieces with the thick-soled shoes she was wearing.
Emma stared at the ill-fated object while holding her own chest. "Wh.. why are you destroying it?"
"This thing is of no use to us. As long as it is alive, its owner can trace its location." Kathy replied while continuing to stomp on it.
"But.. you just take out the battery, didn't you?" asked the girl who had given it to Kathy.
