Tom had come prepared to cover his own hoop on this one, though this wasn’t quite what he’d been expecting. As they walked he fished a small recorder out of the cargo pocket on his BDU pants, slid the switch to On and hooked it on his belt webbing, making sure it was visible. He’d used similar devices out in Denver when dealing with foreign nationals at prisoner-exchange sites and other sensitive meetings where the people back home needed to know exactly what had happened.