Her first night as Justice, she tracked a low-level mule named Dimitri by piggybacking on his smart glasses' optical feed. She watched through his eyes as he handed a backpack full of cash to a man in a wool coat—Mallory's bagman. She didn't arrest him. She couldn't. She had no hands in the physical world. So she did something better.
The fight was short and ugly. The drone took a bullet to the shoulder joint—sparked and nearly seized—but Nora had already bypassed its motor limits. She moved like a woman who'd spent twenty years learning exactly where to put her weight. She swept his legs, pinned his gun hand under a titanium claw, and broadcast the entire scene—audio, video, location—to every open channel in the city. Download Blonde Justice
She spoke through his earpiece.
She called herself . No first name. Just the job. Her first night as Justice, she tracked a