CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
The Barriermobile was a pretty fancy car, I gotta admit, with large, comfy seats, an engine that purred like a cat, and wheels which were so soft that the car felt more like it was hovering above the street instead of rolling across it.
Yet it was noticeably slower than the Rubbermobile; at least, it felt that way. Maybe I was just so anxious to get to the hostage situation, but it sure seemed like the Barriermobile was not moving as fast as I would have liked. It didn’t help that Barriers didn’t seem to know the layout of Golden City at all. We passed several shortcuts we could have used to half our arrival time, but every time I tried pointing them out, Barriers would just tell me to be quiet because he was driving. As a result, I kept my mouth shut for most of the tr
