Here's the story: One minute I'm out with my sorority sisters; the next, there's a terrible accident (beyond my friend Stacey's outfit), and I'm waking up in some weird clinic with the Eggheads Du Jour telling me I'm now officially a human cyborg, and I'm supposed to work for them from now on. You know, super spy style...stop people from doing evil things and stuff. Uh, hello - did I ask for this? I've got a beauty salon to run. If those bad guys need highlights and a pedicure, call me. Otherwise, I'll be at the bar. Okay. So it is cool to move faster than a Ford Mustang when I need to, even if it's totally hard on my shoes. But I just want to get back to my old, normal life. Except The Boss - that's his name, I swear - wants me to bring in another human cyborg on the run.
