Tikki pulls the Interceptor off the road just short of the next rest stop. 
They hike through some woods to the rest stop’s parking field. Raman hotwires
another chopper. By morning, they’re near Hartford. Two nights later, they’re
riding down to the end of an overgrown dirt track somewhere in a place called 
Maine. There’s a clearing at the end of the track and an old cabin made of logs.
Raman rolls the chopper straight into the cabin, where it’ll be out of sight.
The interior of the place is dusty and old, but it’s good enough for stashing
their gear, and Tikki doesn’t plan to spend much time indoors, anyway.