Not long after, they’d turned south on Route 82 and tooled through Yakima. The map that Sly had picked up at the gas station—a hard copy map, printed on real paper-helped them refine their route. The trick was to keep their average speed up by staying on the old interstates as much as possible, but to avoid getting detoured into either A-M Council or Tir Tairngire territory. (Granted, the former was nowhere near as serious as the latter, but the fewer border crossings they had to make, the better she’d like it.)