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. And here's the thing: He's totally gorgeous.
Smart. Funny. And, um, his "enhancements"? Let's just say he's not
faster than a speeding bullet, if you know what I mean. So what's a
former party girl-turned-spy-cyborg supposed to do? Arrest the hunk?
Turn him in? Neutralize him? As if...