CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
Adams spoke so casually about taking out Iron Angel that I thought he might have been joking, that this was all some sort of weird dream or hallucination I was experiencing. I looked at Rubberman for confirmation that neither Adams nor the Rubbermobile were there, but Rubberman was just smiling as if everything had just happened according to plan.
“Good job, Adams,” said Rubberman, giving him the thumbs up. “I wasn’t sure you got my message, but I can now see quite clearly that you did.”
“Your message?” I said. “What message? When did you contact him?” I looked at Adams again. “And Adams, I thought you were dead.”
Adams shook his head. “Sorry to say that I am as alive as ever. It was a close one, though, because those vigilantes are at least as bloodthirsty as any co
