My cellphone had broken down during my little scuffle with Anthony. It was not like I couldn't live without it, quite the opposite, really. The things were a bit troublesome if one thought about it properly. On a mission, just one vibration of the damned piece of technology could ruin a fully laid down plan. If the ringer was on and the phone went off—bang! My cover would be broken. It was as simple as that.
Death by technology—the finest example of it.
