Max- OR to CA

  “HOW MUCH LONGER?” Gazzy asked breathlessly, catching a small updraft and banking left till he was flying next to me. He was grinning, but his face was lined with strain, and he looked more determined than I’d ever seen him.

  “Just a little bit more,” I said. Less than five hours after leaving Oregon, we had begun to near the facility, which, according to our source, was in Death Valley—so close to the School that Jeb had taken us from that I almost had a memory-induced panic attack.

  “Days? Hours? Minutes?” Gazzy pressed.

  “In fifteen minutes we should be within a mile radius. Then we find the place, touch down, do some recon.”

- Nevermore: The Final Maximum Ride Adventure, chapter 52