Andy started fiddling with the Concordia’s manual controls, trying to get the windows to polarize so he could see something. He succeeded just in time to see the helicopter finish its approach and shift to hover. A block away, the Yellowjacket hung in the air like a giant metallic dragonfly waiting to pounce. The ball turret under its chin swiveled, the machine barrel snouting about as if sniffing for prey.