The synth view on the monitor showed the Yellowjacket banking hard to come around for another pass. Andy goosed the Concordia, and the car’s engine raced faster, the Cougar-6200 interface revving Andy’s heart and pumping up his adrenaline. Such was the link a rigger shared with his machine. But fear was damping Andy’s usual high-performance high. It would take more than gas and adrenaline to get away from the hunter. This Concordia was armed, but she was strictly a streetfighter; she didn’t carry ground-to-air weaponry.