But wishes were as good as fishes right now. They Y-J passed overhead, trying to line up again to blast them as Andy put the Concordia back on the pavement; she wasn’t built for going cross-country at their current speed and the last excursion had hurt her. The road was snaking and Andy was hugging the edges and swerving erratically, doing his best not to offer the Y-J pilot a decent firing run. The Yellowjacket banked away, the chopper grabbing sky to prepare for another run. Andy had managed to avoid giving the Y-J pilot any shots on that pass. He was relieved. Real rigging wasn’t as easy as virtual rigging.