Re: The trunk
Virgil's suggestion was eminently practical, so Mary went through the contortions of swapping out her seat for his. Thankfully the less than full vehicle made that a bit easier and before too much longer she was up front next to Don. She used the excuse of fiddling about getting plugged in to commo gear to avoid looking at him.
The view was definitely restricted. A large, rectangular viewing port in front of her with a steel shutter raised, and a series of thicker, smaller ones set at angles above it allowed for some vision but it was still confining. Mary was used to having an enormous bridge window to stare out of, or at least a great repeating screen from the radar and a plot board to make sense of things.
A hatch beckoned to be opened, but she knew that would put her in the way of Brown's turret if he needed to slew it to the side so she kept it buttoned tight.
"She's right," Mary announced. "Not one of us has a clue as to what these are, save they are important enough for an American special services squad to die for them. They will not be handed off until we know what they are."
And they won't be bloody sold at all if it's something important to NATO. she added to herself. Duty was duty, even in the absence of legitimate higher authority.
"Krakow, historically, has been a center of education. Even the Soviets have not managed to ruin that. We're going to recce for one that is still standing and in some semblance of operation. Or, failing that, we'll find someone who's qualified to interpret these plans and tell us what we have. An electrical engineer or a physicist of some sort. Let me see the map."
Mary began searching the map looking for anything marked as a university or such.