Chapter One Hundred And Fifty Five

"Are you sure you placed the recording chip on him?" Roberts asked Smith, clearly agitated with the discussion they were having. He was not sure Smith was doing as he was supposed to and it annoyed him because he was keeping to his part of the bargain.

"I'm not a child. I am sure that the recording chip was in his pocket because I kept it there myself. I didn't tell anyone to do it and report to me." Smith replied, annoyed that Roberts kept questioning him like a little child confused about what he had done.

He was tempted to do something rash as it irritated him that he was being questioned by Roberts who was below him but he reined his anger in because he needed him for certain jobs that he couldn't do himself.

"It isn't just a recording chip. It's a tracker that's meant to monitor his movements,"

"And it's not doing that?"

"No its not" Smith gritted out, his face the poster child of annoyance. The questions Roberts kept asking chafed at him.

"It was also supposed to monitor any