Or, maybe they didn’t want to freak D.C. out? I’m uncomfortable with planes flying low over D.C. as is. All I’d need is to be in D.C. on a Tuesday morning after a fictional biological attack on 24 to get my imagination running wild. I went to Catholic University and so I always took the red line. The use of the red line was more than realistic enough for me, John. Onward with westbound to Washington Center!