Marco set the case on the bed and opened it.
Inside were the tools of modern espionage, listening devices no larger than grains of rice, transmitters disguised as dental work, cameras embedded in buttons, trackers woven into fabric fibers.
"This is your primary communication device," Marco said, holding up what looked like a standard molar. "Titanium reinforced. Encrypted transmission. Once every forty-eight hours, you activate it by pressing your tongue against the back upper right. It sends a burst transmission to our satellite receiver. Takes three seconds. Undetectable."
James nodded, understanding the gravity of what he was about to do.
"Second device," Marco continued, "is your location tracker. Embedded in the sole of your left shoe. It's passive....doesn't transmit unless we ping it. Can track you to within ten meters."
He held up a standard-looking button.
"Camera. Lodges in a shirt button. High definition. Sound and video. Battery lasts seventy-two hours."
