They’d driven past the Cheyenne Municipal Airport, ducked onto Route 25 heading north. And there they'd found a place to set up a base of operations. A small motel just off the highway to the west, right on the edge of a massive military airbase. It used to be called Warren Air Force Base or something like that, Sly recalled, dredging that bit of trivia from the depths of her memory. Now, according to the big signs near the main gate, it was simply Council Air Base ("Peace through Vigilant Strength").