"Threat detected" appears in the lenses of my glasses and I lean back just as Miss Cross swings her club where my head was seconds before.Before I could stop it, my glasses' lenses displayed "Attack pattern:Delta" and the mini-tazer fires from the frames. Within seconds, Miss Cross is crumpled in a heap on the floor. "What the hell is her problem?"
Dominika snickers slightly and I look over at her. I turn off my glasses and actually see her.Needless to say, I SAW her. She had perfect porcelain skin, platinum blonde hair that was like a cutrain around her flawless face. Green eyes, that were piercing, as though they were looking through you rather than at you.