Stephanie was quiet for a moment. When her voice returned, it was shaky. "I need to get them out. It's my fault they're there."

"It's also your fault Ben is," Davis insisted.

"Yes," she agreed softly.

The General sighed. He needed to sleep. "Stay there. I'll contact you when I know more."

He tugged the headset off and looked to the Lieutenant in charge of the situation room. "Have you been able to reach the Harry S. Truman?"

"Yes, sir. Captain Garrick has indicated they are underway at their top speed and should reach the Strait of Gibraltar in roughly fourteen hours and be in the area of Casablanca in...