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“You don’t really strike me as all that materialistic.”
He shrugged. “I’m not really. I went into science because I liked figuring out things. But it gets complicated, and I’m not referring to the science.” He fell silent.
“Come on, Champ, talk to me.”
He stared out the window of the plane. “Quantum computers have enormous potential to do good in the world and bad.”
She said, “I’m sure the guy who invented the atom bomb had the same concerns.”
Champ shuddered. “Can we please change the subject?”
“Okay, show me what this little old plane can do.”
He put the plane into a steep climb, something it handled easily. Next he guided the Cessna through controlled dives, cutting tight banks and even doing a rollover. None of it bothered Michelle; she’d ridden in just about anything with two wings in some of the roughest conditions possible.
He pointed out the window. “The infamous Camp Peary. This is about the closest we can get without being shot down.”
“Can we at least go a little lower?”
He eased them down to two thousand feet and circled back around. Michelle kept her eyes on the topography, taking in every detail she could. “So you can’t get any closer?”
“Depends on how risk-averse you are.”
“Not very. I take it you are.”
“Funny, not since I met you.”
He moved the flight wheel to the left and reduced their airspeed. The plane flew along on a straight line basically following the contours of the York River.
“This is really as close as we can get without having a missile up our butt,” he said.
Michelle could see the boat dock that Ian Whitfield had presumably used to launch his RIB. Next to that appeared to be the bunkers that Sean had shown her from the satellite map. From the air they looked like a series of concrete boxes lined up side by side. To the north of that was the inlet from the York that seemed to bisect Camp Peary. And farther north of that she saw the massive runway. Her gaze next ran across the old neighborhoods South Freeman had described, then an old brick home, and a small pond. And south of Camp Peary was the Naval Supply Center and the Weapons Station.
“The feds have this area pretty well locked up,” she said.
“Yes they do.” He banked to the right, flew east over the York, staying at two thousand feet, and passed over some of the most picturesque country Michelle had ever seen.
“It is beautiful.”
“Yes, it is,” Champ said, staring at her. Then he looked abruptly away.
“Come on, Champ, it’s the girl who’s supposed to blush.”
He looked out the window. “I took Monk up once.”
“Really? Did he want to see anything in particular?”
“Not really. Although he did want to fly pretty low over the river.”
Michelle thought, So he could do a recon on Camp Peary. Just like I am.
“Um, would you like to take the controls?”
She took the wheel in front of her and eased it to the left. And then to the right. “Can we climb a bit?”
“You can go up to eight thousand. Just take it slow and easy.” She edged the nose of the plane up and leveled off at eight thousand feet.
She said, “How about a controlled dive? Like you did?”
