Implantation!

Then she was taken into an adjoining surgery, where the surprisingly young-looking female doctor showed her the transponder that was going to be implanted, whilst the guards waited on the other side of the door that the doctor had closed behind her. The device was remarkably small, only the size of a battery for a quartz watch, but she was assured that it was also very robust. Apparently it had a life-time of at least five years, and a range of over a hundred miles. The doctor, who was very cool and very professional, which reassured Stacy a little, told her: "I only need to make a very small incision to insert the device, but it needs to go quite deep, as we don't want you to be able to simply break the skin and remove it. I'm afraid you may have a tiny scar when the wound heals. Because of that, after I've given you a local anaesthetic, I'm going to make the incision in your buttock, where any scar should be hidden unless you wear the skimpiest of bikinis. I can avoid all major blood vessels easily in that location too, so there should be little bleeding."

Within a surprisingly short space of time, Stacy had removed her lower garments, been given the local anaesthetic, had the incision made, the device inserted, the incision closed, stitches inserted and a plaster put over the wound. Then she got dressed again. "That should heal up in a couple of days," said the doctor. "Don't do anything too strenuous in the mean time - not that you'll be given the opportunity to, anyway. I'll see you again in two days' time, to check it's healing OK. Till then, goodbye." And she opened the door for Stacy to be rejoined by her guards...

1. Who took her to where she would be working, even though it was by now quite late in the evening.
2. Who took her to her room.
3. Who took her to the canteen.

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