As he spoke, an invisible fluctuation spread along Dean's body, dispersing out and finally enveloping the entire compact aircraft forming a somewhat weak but real magnetic force field.
The next moment,
the reconnaissance plane under Dean's control, started up.
Brian could tell, Old Dean was definitely piloting this type of reconnaissance aircraft for the first time. There were people from the military base giving instructions over the headset. Despite a slow start, Dean soon seemed to merge with the machine, maneuvering through a few beautiful flight arcs with some fancy tricks and then continuing towards the naval base at the highest speed.
Despite the outdated style and smaller size of this Blackbird reconnaissance aircraft and the fact it squeezed two people inside, it still flew faster than three Mach — much faster than the leisurely Dean.
Nonetheless, Dean cast a disdainful glance at Brian.
The guy was too heavy, impedimenting the plane's speed.
