flock flight

I had wrapped my hand across her mouth. She peeled my fingers apart. "Uh, how far is it?"
"Six hundred miles, more or less," Fang said. "At least a seven-hour flight, not including breaks."
"Can we discuss this?" Iggy asked, not turning his head. "We're way outnumbered."
"No." I scanned the map, already working out routes, rest stops, backup plans.


The Angel Experiment, Chapter 11