Sam Fisher-Cell Jammer

  "You're dead, mister! Georges, call the others and get them over here. We're going to need help burying this guy."

  Georges pulled the cell phone from his pocket and dialed. He stared at the screen, then frowned. "No signal."

  Fisher pulled a cigarette-pack-sized black box from his jacket pocket and held it up for them to see. "GSM signal jammer. Range is about thirty feet. You might have better luck outside."

- Conviction, Chapter 1