Above it sat a mission authorization line with most of the identifying text blacked out.
Ethan’s eyes moved lower.
Six operator slots.
Five contained identifiers.
The sixth was a block of redaction.
“Where did this come from?”
The suited man answered.
“Contingency archive.”
Ethan looked at him.
“There wasn’t supposed to be an archive.”
“There wasn’t supposed to be a normal archive.”
“That’s not what I was told.”
The man’s expression stayed unreadable.
“You were told what you needed to know at the time.”
Ethan laughed once.
There was no humor in it.
“That’s been the answer for three years.”
The commanding officer raised a hand before the argument could harden.
“Why was it in my packet?”
The legal officer spoke.
“Because a classification review opened last month. Certain records were flagged for reconciliation with honors and casualty files. This folder was routed here under seal because your office controls today’s memorial documentation.”
“And nobody briefed me?”
“The review wasn’t complete.”
“Yet you put the folder under my coat.”
The legal officer looked toward the suited man.
That was the second crack.
The system was not a single mind.
It was people with overlapping rules, some trying to preserve secrecy, some trying to correct records, and none fully controlling what happened when the pieces met in public.
Ethan pointed to the sixth line.
“Tell me who he was.”
