Andy wanted to know, and soon. They were running out of road. So far the trees shading the northwestern part of the George Washington Parkway had been offering them some cover. That would be gone once they hit Arlington—in about a minute. The Roosevelt Bridge offered the fastest route across the Potomac, and if they didn’t take it, they’d have to go further south; and if they went further south, they’d be running over some seriously open ground near Arlington Cemetery. They’d be easy meat for the Yellowjacket.