St George flying up to 400 miles without rest

“Look,” St. George said. “Can I be blunt?”
They shuffled on their feet.
“I just flew close to four hundred miles at top speed. I’m tired, I’m hungry, and none of you is carrying anything that would even slow me down if I decided to walk into that building over there.” He pointed at a random office. “So could somebody please find Captain Freedom or Agent Smith?”

Excerpt From Ex-Patriots, pg 312
Peter Clines
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