Andy tried to hide while the Y-J pilot sought. He’d played such games in virtual runs, but this was no game, as the lingering pain in his leg reminded him. Fortunately for them, the pilot seemed more reluctant to fire at them in the residential areas through which they moved. A trash fire near the Glebe Road overpass offered them their break. Hitting it at a moment when the Yellowjacket had overflown them, Andy halted them under cover, right at the edge of the blaze, and bled the Concordia’s heat into the flames. Their IR signature blurred into the fire’s. Finally judging it safe, he edged the Concordia out and sent the radar looking for the copter. He found it patrolling over the Potomac, scuttling back and forth between bridges, trying to make sure it would be wherever they attempted to cross.