Alice sat in the car and finished her coffee while Xavi prowled outside. She pulled two small rubber and metal beads from the Hopper’s center console and attached them to her temples. Her vision flickered, wavered, and was replaced with augmented reality. A Log-In button blinked in her lower right view, the display a more detailed version of the visor she’d worn in the Marines. A lot of the younger cops lived for this stuff, couldn’t function in a street environment without knowing the type of car they were looking at, or when a certain building was constructed. If they ever got into a real fight, one where EMP guns were brought into play and all their toys broke, they’d get flayed alive.