CHAPTER 61
Immari Advance Fleet Alpha
Near Tangier, Morocco
Dorian strode onto the ship’s bridge. The men turned quickly and stood rigidly. “Attention on deck!”
“You have a message for me,” Dorian said to the captain.
The captain held out a slip of paper, and Dorian unfolded it.
I have Warner.
She has code.
Request exfil.
She is well guarded.
On yacht near Ceuta.
Destination unknown.
Be ready.
Dorian considered his options. If those damn British hadn’t mined the straits… his fleet could reach them. The Berber control of Ceuta and northern Morocco also further limited his options.
“We’ve sent ships from Fuengirola after them,” the captain said.
“Estimated intercept time?” Dorian asked.
“Unknown.”
“What do you mean, unknown?”
“They’re moving at almost thirty knots. We don’t have a ship fast enough to catch them.”
Dorian shook his head.
“But if they slow down or stop, we’ll be on them. Or— if they enter port somewhere, we can corner them.”
“Notify our source. And get me a map of Ceuta’s firing radius. I need to know how to fly around their guns.”