He's not even sure where they're going, not even when he pulls out into traffic and lets it carry them south and east. The city lights turn into a blur, and again he's thinking about deserts, gunfire, the bright plumes of burning oil wells.

At least this time he has the good sense to be afraid.

"So you know all the shit that's going down in Yugoslavia?" he asks at last. The towering lights of a bridge appear through the buildings ahead of them, and he realizes, vaguely, that he's taking them out of the city. "All the fighting and whatnot."