"Look at me," grumbled Bai Long Qiang, placing a knuckle under my chin and forcing my head up so that I was looking into his eyes.
We were still standing on the front porch of our house, and he was still leaving me.
"Nothing, not even death, is going to keep me from coming back to you. There is nowhere in in this world or the next that I won't follow you to. I will be fine. It is just a quick training exercise out in the middle of nowhere. One week, maybe two, and I will be back. Remember, you can always find me."
His left hand went over to his right shoulder, and I knew he was talking about the tracking device that I had put in there. It wasn't the same one since high school; technology has improved since then, and so have our tracking devices.
They were the cream of the crop, the same one that the military uses currently.
