“Aaaaah! It’s too fast! Johann, please!” Nicholas was plastered to the window, white-knuckling the handle and begging for his life, but Johann ignored him and steered closer to the black Signiti. “Quit gawking and call it in.” “You already did that!” “And they still haven’t shown up, so do it again!” Nicholas hurriedly tried 911 again. Out of nowhere, a yellow Starlight cut in front of Johann and blocked his path. It zigzagged around and tapped the brakes, a crude, laughable attempt at defense.