The neon sign for "Artie’s Antique Radios" flickered, casting a sickly green glow over Elias as he checked his watch. It was 2:00 AM. He wasn’t here for a radio; he was here for the .
"One more thing," Artie called out as Elias reached the door. "The shoelaces? Don't trip. They're expensive to re-spool."
: A sleek, carbon-fiber cardholder. "Not just for your credit cards. It creates a localized dead zone. Drop your phone in the hidden back pocket, and you vanish from every GPS satellite and cell tower on the planet instantly."