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Hogan dropped down the last rung of their ladder into the tunnel and made his way to the radio desk. "Hey Kinch, got anything interesting?" Kinch shook his head while decoding a message. Since Hogan could hear the BBC reports being played at a very low volume he stepped further into the alcove. He found their Englishman seated next to the table, head down listening to the broadcast. "Any good news on there, Newkirk?"

The Brit snapped the radio off and crushed a cigarette butt out before rising. "Same reports, bloody Germans bombing London and the Royal Air Force trying to down their planes as they leave. Ruddy bastards." Newkirk shifted past Hogan in the narrow doorway and made his way towards his tailoring area. "Going to work on uniforms."

Hogan let out a soft sigh. "Kinch?"

"He's fine, sir. None of us would be chatty if we knew the Krauts were dropping bombs on the States." Kinch held up a few scraps of paper. "Nothing is up for us for a few days at least. London is quiet and the Underground doesn't have much on tap that we can help with."

"We can use a few days off. All of us, we've been run ragged for a month now." Hogan looked through the slips for form. "Tell the guys to make some blank documents so we have a stock to choose from. Newkirk and LeBeau can work on some extra uniforms..." He wagged a finger a moment as he thought. "Which ones did we have to ditch two weeks ago? Have them check and make new ones to replace those SS uniforms we had to throw in the river." He grinned at Kinch. "That should keep most of them busy."

Kinch raised an eyebrow at the Colonel. "Well, you didn't give me anything to keep me busy."

"That's because you don't get into crazy trouble and cause mayhem when you're not busy. You just nap." Hogan put a hand onto the radioman's shoulder and gave him a shake. "You're like an old man, Kinch."

"You guys are all turning me into an old man, trying to keep up with all your crazy plans and sitting here hoping that you're going to make it back in one piece." Kinch pointed at his head. "Do you see any grey hairs? I think I saw a grey hair yesterday."

Hogan laughed softly. "Yeah yeah. You'll survive. Try to keep an eye that Carter doesn't start experimenting though, would you? I'd prefer to not spend the few days off digging out from another tunnel collapse. And Klink is starting to get suspicious of my excuses for the explosions."

"You'll think up new ones." Kinch switched the radio off. "That's the last of it. The guys will be happy to have a few days off to rest up."

"Yeah, just a few though. I don't want them getting bored and antsy." Hogan headed back to the barracks entrance. "I'll tell them now. It'll be nice to have a few quiet nights."

Just because all the men in Barracks 2 were asleep, didn't mean that it was quiet. There was always the sounds of heavy breathing, snores, the creak of a bunk as someone rolled over or the mutters of a dreamer. The darkness likewise wasn't complete, as the searchlights roamed across the shuttered windows at regular intervals, lighting up the room dimly through the cracks.

A guard's footsteps grew louder as he patrolled along the side of the building, moving along his usual route. They faded away as he continued into the rest of the compound.

It was odd that there was no illicit activity at all in the barracks during the night. London hadn't sent any missions, nor were there any bombing runs nearby that the Allies reported so none of the Heroes were outside of the wire to look for downed fliers. Enjoying a full night of sleep was a luxury they rarely seemed to get.

A soft rustle didn't stand out much in the background noise. The light thud of feet hitting the floor didn't wake anyone up. A dark figure moved around the barracks for a few moments before the door opened quietly and closed behind it.

Only minutes later, the sirens went off, waking everyone in the barracks. Sleepy complaints and worried questions sounded off as men climbed out of their bunks to try to peer through window cracks. Colonel Hogan appeared, tying his robe as he came out of his room. There was shouting from guards out in the compound and Hogan moved to open the barracks door carefully.

Corporal Langenschiedt ran up and pushed the door shut again, apologizing. "Nein, Colonel Hogan, all prisoners must stay in the barracks..."

Hogan narrowed his eyes and reopened the door. "As Senior Prisoner of War, I have every right to know if one of my men is in trouble!"

Langenschiedt looked distressed. "Jawohl, Colonel Hogan, when I know, I will tell you." He firmly closed the door again.

Looking around the barracks, Hogan snapped irritably. "Who's missing? Anyone from this barracks?" There was muttering as everyone tried to count heads. "Dammit, where's Newkirk?"

"He was in his bunk when I went to sleep, Colonel!" said Carter.

Hogan fumed for a moment. "He'd better have a good explanation for getting busted... if it's him they caught outside the barracks." He turned as the door opened up.

Schultz came in, brushing snow off his shoulders. "Colonel Hogan, Kommandant Klink wants to see you in his office immediately." He looked up and seemed astonished at seeing all the men out of their bunks. "Was is los? Why is everyone out of bed? There is some monkey business?"

"No, Schultz, we heard the commotion outside, what happened?" Hogan stepped up close. "Who's in trouble?"

Schultz scoffed slightly. "The Englander. He was sleepwalking around the compound again. Corporal Mueller caught him and now Kommandant Klink is yelling at him. I told him that Newkirk was sleepwalking before but the kommandant is still angry because Mueller woke him up." He motioned a bit more urgently. "You have to come to the office so he can yell at you too now."

"Great, just great." Hogan turned back to his room. "Give me a minute to change." As Schultz tried to protest, Hogan waved him off. "I'm not freezing to death out there, it'll just take a minute." His door closed behind him with a slam.

LeBeau and Carter crowded the guard as soon as Hogan was gone. The Frenchman spoke up first. "Is Newkirk okay? Mueller didn't hurt him?"

Carter burst in before Schultz could answer. "Newkirk didn't mean to be out, I'm sure he wasn't doing anything! What was he doing? Is he hurt?"

"One at a time!" Schultz shouted at them. "I know nothing!" When both of them began fussing at him at once, he groaned. "Mueller took him to the office. I don't know." He stepped towards Hogan's room. "Colonel Hogan, puuulease, Kommandant Klink will send me to the Russian Front if I do not bring you to him right away!"

"I'm coming, I'm coming." Hogan emerged, dragging his leather jacket on. "Let's go, and everyone just calm down." He tilted his head towards his room, catching Kinch's eye as he shooed Schultz towards the barracks' door. "Let's go Schultz, you don't want to keep Klink waiting, right?"

"I am not keeping anyone waiting, I was waiting for you!" Schultz complained at Hogan as they left.

Kinch immediately went to set up their coffeepot listening device. By the time Carter and LeBeau crowded into the room, the sound of Klink berating someone loudly in his office was clear. Kinch let out a soft whistle. "Man, Klink is steamed!"

LeBeau hitched himself up onto the stool to listen. "He's always cranky when he has to get up in the middle of the night."

Carter leaned over the table. "I don't hear Newkirk at all."

"If he's smart, and our Cockney is smart, he'll keep his mouth shut. What was he thinking anyway?" Kinch snorted. "Just because we don't have a mission is no reason to say he's bored and suddenly be sneaking outside at night for a stupid prank." His tone made it clear he was a bit disgusted with Newkirk for all the fuss.

Carter protested. "Hey, maybe he had a good reason! Besides, he didn't tell me anything and he didn't wake me up leaving. You know he almost always lets one of us know if he's going out of the barracks after lights-out. Well, sometimes he does."

"Shhh, Colonel Hogan just walked in!" LeBeau bent closer to the speaker.

End Chapter

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