Arlington to Paris in 30 mins

Now, floating a thousand feet in the air above
Arlington, Lois found her view of the world shifting
again.

[...]

"There's a pattern," he said, "and a pattern means
there's a trail we can follow. I can fly us both to Paris
in thirty minutes."

Lois blinked. She'd just traveled by plane from
overseas and the flight had taken more than fourteen
hours.

"They'll see us on radar," she said faintly.

"I'm sick of hiding," he said grimly.

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