Moreau's private study in the Élysée.
The day's business had ended hours ago, but Moreau was just beginning.
Lieutenant Colonel Louis Rivet entered quietly, closing the door behind him.
Moreau looked up from a stack of maps. "Rivet," he said softly, voice low.
"Sit."
Rivet nodded, pulled out a chair.
Moreau offered water, Rivet declined.
Moreau tapped a finger on a map showing Europe in its division.
"Spain. Germany. Britain. Our internal ministers. Local prefects. Dockyards. Embassies. Your network must cover every inch. You lead this silent shield."
Rivet's jaw clenched. "Yes, sir. We've restarted our contacts in Madrid and Barcelona. Our operatives listen in Franco's circles, Moscow's emissaries, and British diplomats. We've intercepted several ciphered cables. But everything was aimed at external threats."
