Tracking chip

The sensor head stopped suddenly and a text box lined
in crimson appeared on the display. Anomaly Detected, read the warning.
Jensen shot a look at Pritchard. The hacker had his full attention still on
Stacks, wary for any possible burst of fresh violence.

There was something wrong with Jensen’s right cyberarm. He lay it
across his lap and triggered the nerve-pulse sequence that opened up the
scuffed polycarbonate sheath. Revealed below were alloy bones of spun
metals made in zero-gravity factories, surrounded by bunches of coated
myomer muscles and hair-thin digital nerve pathways.

And there, where it should not have been, was a foreign object.
Before either of the others could see him do it, Jensen delicately plucked
at a thin wafer of plastic lodged in a myomer cluster, pulling it out between
thumb and forefinger. It was no larger than a microcircuit, but the shape and
design of it told Jensen that it very clearly did not belong. It wasn’t
recognizable as any kind of Sarif-made tech.

He turned it over in his palm and without warning the circuit gave off a
weak double pulse of light, like a heartbeat.

A tracker? Without thinking, Jensen’s hand closed into a fist and crushed
the tiny device into powder, his thoughts racing as the question of who had
put it there pushed at him.

- Deus Ex: Black Light, Chapter 5 pg. 82