“I can’t see a damn thing in these,” Trevor muttered, adjusting the night vision goggles that were strapped to his head.
“Have you turned them on?” Peter asked, reaching out to help.
Trevor swatted his friend’s hand away.
“Of course they’re switched on! What do you take me for?”
Peter didn’t answer. Instead he reached out slowly and flicked the switch at the side of the goggles.
“Hey what did I tell….oh.”
“Better?” Peter asked.
This time, Trevor said nothing.
“What do you see then?” Peter asked.
Trevor thought for a moment.
“I still can’t see through Deborah Ross’ sweater.”