Shabra ignores Renyke's appeal to stop and lets go of the clutch. The vehicle leaps forward towards the street beyond the enclosure.
Maybeline holds on to the rim of the car door.
The Dinfants on the top of the vehicle fall off shrieking and scrambling around.
One of the Dinfants runs headlong towards the fast travelling car and clicks its fingers erecting some kind of screen that is almost invisible. Although it is not a solid barrier, more like a gluey substance, it has immobilized the vehicle. The wheels still turn and Flex shouts,
'Damn, they got *epoxy-wall, we are doomed, farewell brethren.'
Renyke opens the window enough to let Maybeline in who moves sluggishly through the invisible slurry-like air and squeezes herself through the gap.
Some of the gluey-like stuff seeps in with her but it is semi-solid and connected to the entire transparent fabric structure in front of them. Renyke and Flex shove the squidgy lumps out whilst closing the window again.
'Ok, so you got your rat Mr. Renyke,' said Shabra, 'but we aint lasting longtime with this air in here and that epoxy-wall won't help us at all. I made this car airtight cos of the gases. That stuff is blocking my air-con vents."
Shabra turns the engine off.
The OS is out of range for help.
The Dinfants sit it out.
'So what, now, will they sit and watch us die?' Asks Renyke.
'They want my wheels,' answers Shabra.
'This epoxy-wall, nice stuff if it's on your side. Shall we break some off? Might come in handy,' Says Flex.
Shabra and Renyke tut.
Suddenly Maybeline throws herself at the horn. For the brief moment that it sounds there is an immediate reaction from all the Dinfants who jump and cry whilst flailing their limbs about.
Shabra gasps, 'Ratty, you are welcome to the Shabra carriage! They hate the horn. Must be them there low decibels I used. Hold on to your hats people of the night!'
Shabra tells Renyke to engage the horn which explodes audibly out of Shabra's surround sound external speakers. The Dinfants are freaking out and running away dragging the epoxy-wall behind them.
Shabra, laughing, starts the engine slowly. She follows them gradually gaining speed out of the enclosure.
Flex is jumping around on the back seats screaming,
'HAHAHAHAHA....way to go my friends!'
