Berlin, Abwehr Headquarters
In the basement level, where the lights flickered against old stone and thick cables, two men hovered over a desk piled with documents from Paris.
"Again this name," said Oberleutnant Franz Lenz, flipping through a set of annotated French press translations. "Étienne Moreau. Rank: Major. Attached to the French Ministry of Defense. Present at closed-door committee sessions."
The younger analyst, Kurt Voss, squinted at the page in front of him. "It's the fourth intercept mentioning him this month. First he was in yugoslavia, then gave speech, then was in Rome with Laval and apparently sat in on meetings discussing Mediterranean security."
Lenz nodded. "And now he's in Paris, being quoted in minutes of the defense committee. Advocating for... mobile combined-arms doctrine."
Voss tilted his head. "That sounds familiar."
"Because it's ours," Lenz muttered. "Or at least it will be."
