“Okay, smartyboots, how about if you’re flying at eighteen thousand feet at, say, a hundred and forty miles an hour,” I said. “You’re facing a southwest wind of about seven knots. How long would it take you to fly from Philadelphia to Billings, Montana?” Omega frowned as he started to work the math. “Are you saying you know how to make that calculation?” the Director asked. “I’m saying I’m smart enough to know that I’ll get there when I get there!” I.”
