90 mph

"We clear on Plan B?" I asked, raising my voice so Fang and Nudge could hear me over the roar of the wind.
We were headed into the sun, south-southwest. Leaving the Sangre de Cristo Mountains behind, streaking through the sky at a steady ninety miles per hour. If we hit a nice air current, we could add twenty miles per hour to our speed. The glory of flight.


The Angel Experiment, Chapter 12