SUBJECT: EVALUATION OF RECOVERED HULL FRAGMENTS AND PARTIAL DRAWINGS, DEPOT SITE 12. ASSESSMENT: RECOVERED MATERIAL EXHIBITS CONSTRUCTION CHARACTERISTICS INCONSISTENT WITH ANY KNOWN GERMAN HEAVY ARMOR PROGRAM ON FILE. HULL JOINERY MATCHES DOCUMENTED GERMAN HIGH-NICKEL WELDING PRACTICE. SUSPENSION TOLERANCES MATCH KNOWN SOVIET MANUFACTURING STANDARD, TYPE UNCERTAIN. INTERIOR VOLUME AND SPONSON LAYOUT CONSISTENT WITH U.S. HEAVY ARMOR ERGONOMIC STANDARD, ORIGIN UNCERTAIN. RECOMMEND FURTHER STUDY.
Someone had already stood where he was standing.
That was the part Ross kept returning to, more than the assessment itself. The first hand had done careful, competent work — noticed exactly the three things worth noticing, in exactly the order Ross would have noticed them, and had done it eighteen months before Ross had ever heard the words Panzer 101. The second hand had closed the file in four lines, and the four lines did not argue with the first hand's findings. They simply declined to be interested in them.
Directive 9-R was not a phrase he could ask about. Not yet. A man who asked what a closed directive said was a man asking to have his own file opened, and Ross had spent long enough learning what got a file opened to know better than to find out today.
He copied the assessing officer's initials into his own notebook instead — three letters, no rank, no unit — and moved on to the next page as though he had read nothing more interesting than a supply chit, which by now was not a performance so much as a second, more reliable set of instincts than the first.
UPPER GLACIS: 120MM ROLLED HOMOGENEOUS, INTERLOCKED SEAM CONSTRUCTION, 60° INCLINE. SIDE SKIRTS: SPACED, 3MM MILD STEEL, STANDOFF 400MM. SUSPENSION: SINGLE TORSION BAR, WIDE TRACK. GROUND PRESSURE RATING CONSISTENT WITH SUSTAINED MARSH/RIVERBED OPERATION, NOT ROAD TRANSIT.
The first hand had gotten there too. Not to the water — there was nothing on this page about water, nothing that said submerged or snorkel or anything a man could have taken to a superior and been believed — but to the shape of the question. A ground-pressure figure that made no sense for the only kind of ground a tank was supposed to fight on. A single line of doubt, written in pencil, by someone who had clearly gone looking for a second opinion and never gotten to write one down.
Ross sat with that for longer than he generally allowed himself to sit with anything. Whoever had held this file before him had been exactly this close, and had been closed down not because he was wrong, but — as far as Ross could tell from four lines on an intelligence assessment — for the crime of asking a question that didn't have a convenient answer waiting for it.
He was going to have to find out who those three initials belonged to. Quietly, and not this week.

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