Wearing computer (=computer that one wears), silent microphones (they pick up vibrations of larynx), radio transceiver built inside of mouth (with saliva used for its powering!), drugs that erase the immediate memories before they become permanent, ultrasonic buzz saw... bad guys wearing bats in their hair...
Okay, so this book is a sexploitation james-bond rip off. By every objective measure this is not a good piece of lit. But, at least it wasn't boring; it was absolutely hysterical. There were no sharks with lasers, but they wouldn't really be out of place. I have a theory that the chance a book will be so bad its entertaining is directly proportional to the amount of times the book uses the word "horseflesh" This book uses it a good 10 times.
Our heroine, "The baroness" of the title, is a pretty one dimensional 60's era female super spy. You know the time that runs a modelling agency as a cover. There are few graphic sex scenes, but they are gracefully few. There a host of cardboard spy sidekicks, but they dont do anything particullarly useful. I assume they are left over from some prequel.
The villan, is a emir of a made up arabian state, which they surprisingly precicely locate, who rules his little fiefom like its 1183. Body parts are flying, people are tortured, and, of course, his harem is over flowing (and of course there is a chase scene through it), and eunuchs abound. He has a facination for clockwork machines, and a french sidekick with superhearing and a an ultra-sonic weapon that turns people to meat jelly at 400 yards, with which he is going to "conquer the world!" (never mind he has only one, its truck mounted, and could easily be taken out by an airstrike. but, shhh, logical thinking does not belong in these 183 pages.)
The plot beyond that is standard. There is a definite "before i kill you mr. bond...' moment, gin is drank, lots of sound wankery, thick arab sterotypes flying everywhere. Oh and a sub plot about getting a horse for breeding purposes. It doesn't really matter.