When Baldie set the chopper to fly itself --- Santi eyed the controls nervously; she'd had no idea a craft could fly itself --- Tim was still holding her tightly.  When Baldie turned to them and asked them for their hands, Tim obeyed, holding out his hands even though his arms were wrapped around her.  It gave Santi an unpleasantly close view of things as Baldie sliced Tim's hand open, dug around in the meat there for a few seconds --- the wound closing up almost as fast as he could cut --- and pried out what looked like a tiny, flat, malleable... coin, or something.<br/><br/>Baldie showed it to them, and called it a tracking device.  It was what allowed him to find them, he said... suddenly Santi was nervous.  Did she have something like that inside her?  TWO, even?  Then if that was the case, her friends, in the condemned building, were in danger... had<span style="font-style: italic">always</span>been in danger, from the day she'd shown up...<br/><br/>But as she reluctantly held out her hand --- lowering her gun to her lap first, and trying very much to ignore that Tim was<span style="font-style: italic">still</span>holding her tight --- and let Baldie dig into her hand for the device there, she would soon be vaguely reassured.  Baldie dug for quite a bit longer than he had for Tim, but she gritted her teeth and took the pain until, with a look of mild confusion, he gave up looking and let the wound heal up.  "You don't have one there," he muttered.<br/><br/>Tim finally let go of her, whispering that he was glad he'd met her, that he wanted her to be more comfortable around him... that he'd keep his distance.  She appreciated it... and appreciated him letting Baldie fish a second device out of his tattoo first, as well.  As Tim went back to Shari's side, Santi unbuckled herself.<br/><br/>"Look, Tim, you<span style="font-style: italic">ate</span>me.  And don't lie: you<span style="font-style: italic">didn't</span>intend to let me back out."  As she spoke she was stripping down the top half of her one-piece suit.  She bared the tattoo in the small of her back and turned in her seat, letting Baldie fish for the device supposed to be there as she faced Tim and kept talking.  "How do I know you won't do it again the moment she suggests it, or gets jealous?  Or if something goes wrong and she<span style="font-style: italic">does</span>end up dying?"  She glared at him, then winced.  "Careful, Baldie, that<span style="font-style: italic">is</span>my<span style="font-style: italic">spine</span>under there..."<br/><br/>Try as he might, Baldie wouldn't find a tracking device under her tattoo either.  Santi would go so far as to ask him where else it might be, and would even let him dig for it in other spots if he dared; she didn't care, she was used to being nude, and it was just a little pain.  But he wouldn't find even one tracking device.<br/><br/>It reassured her.  Maybe she'd never had one, or something... or maybe her body had destroyed them?  She healed all kinds of things, and from what Baldie had said she was...<span style="font-style: italic">more advanced</span>--- gods that sounded crazy --- than Tim was... maybe she had once had those things in her, but didn't anymore?  Who knew what had happened during those years she couldn't remember, after all?  Hopefully it meant her friends were safe... hopefully...<br/><br/>Baldie would eventually give up and throw out Tim's trackers only, before re-taking control of the aircraft.  He would then head across the Wall, and would eventually come to a landing on a large, open-roofed building with a Helicopter pad.  Even Santi was smart enough to realize it was a hospital... a good place to leave Shari, perhaps?<br/><br/>"Can... can we leave her here safely?"  Santi asked, frowning at Shari.  She had no love for the woman, but... somehow she didn't think thos guys after them would be all that kind to her if they tracked down their chopper and found her in a hospital bed.