Roland thought a moment. Consulting the sky, and searching his memory, he plotted a course.
Roland: "From here we should fly directly north-east for roughly two hundred miles. We'll stop there and you can rest, if need be. From there, we'll go due east for another hundred and fifty miles, or thereabouts."
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Blaze winced a little at this. He hadn't begun his search for Streak yet.
Blaze: "Not quite, Bro .... all I know is she's living far north. Way north. But I'm with you to go to Los Santos, no problem. I'd like to catch up with you a bit. From there ... I can always do some more research."
Art, meanwhile, was fiddling with the navigation system. He managed to puzzle out how to plot a course to Los Santos ... and, thankfully, he had managed to contact a place that would allow him to land.
He found a switch marked Auto-Pilot, and, considering the course was set into the plane's computer, he sat back and relaxed, enjoying the view.
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