CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
About an hour later, Rubberman and I crouched low on the rooftop of the building next to the Golden City Journal’s headquarters. We were on the roof of a small apartment building, which was right next to the three-story building that the Golden City Journal was headquartered in.
From the outside, the Golden City Journal’s headquarters looked normal as far as business buildings go. Three stories’ worth of glass and concrete, with a simple parking lot at the entrance, which appeared to be entirely unguarded. Based on the cars parked in the parking lot, it looked like Mr. Peters was right about some journalists actually being there. Probably not most of the journalists who worked there, but enough to mean that this was a potential hostage situation we were dealing with ri
