The barrier covering the Harold Golden Bridge was obvious even from a distance. Although significantly smaller than the barrier that had encased all of Golden City during the Storm, this new barrier looked almost exactly like the old one. The primary difference, aside from size, was the color. Whereas the original barrier had been a sickening green, this one was a blood-red, which stood out starkly against the black smoke plumes rising from the different corners of the city.
Rubberman, Mighty Man, and I pulled up in the Rubbermobile at the edge of the barrier. Well, Rubberman and I did. Mighty Man—who was too big to fit in the Rubbermobile—merely jumped from building to building to keep up with us. I kept getting worried that Mighty Man might get distracted and go off to fight the other
