Supermen

Luft Stalag 13, Germany

September 15th, 1943

Peace and quiet. Those were two words that he didn't hear often, much less use. But there was no denying that they were a perfect fit for a day like today. A cool breeze announced the change of seasons, of summer turning to fall. Outside the camp the leaves on the trees were slowly turning from green to yellow. And somewhere, he thought he could hear birds singing. In short, it was a beautiful day.

To top it off, London had not sent them a mission in over a week. Usually that kind of silence would drive him mad, but right now he welcomed the chance to settle down. About three weeks ago, he and his men had had quite the adventure when they had stopped a particularly nasty Nazi plot to brainwash the Allies via subliminal messaging on the Berlin Betty radio broadcast. It resulted in having to send home an entire bombing crew, including a traitor, a wounded captain, and the titular radio host- a task they had just completed only a few days ago.

Needless to say, Colonel Robert E. Hogan was glad for the chance to cool down.

Leaning against the outside wall of his barracks, Hogan watched a football game taking place in the compound. From the whooping and hollering taking place, Hogan figured he wasn't the only one that welcomed the break. Generally being a prisoner of war was a boring business, but he and his men were not ordinary prisoners. Instead, they ran the most successful underground operation of the war. Genuine football games were few and far between- most were simply distractions for the guards. So now the men were taking full advantage of their free time.

Hogan heard the barracks door open and slid his gaze over to see Kinch stepping out. The sergeant came up beside him and leaned against the wall as well.

"Message from London, Colonel," Kinch said, and for a moment Hogan wondered if the peace and quiet was about to be broken. "Our packages arrived safely. London's pretty steamed that you didn't get any pictures or plans for that radio setup though."

Figured. Hogan sighed and then shrugged. "That's the way the ball bounces. Maybe Miss Berger will be able to tell them something. They got any missions for us?"

"Not at the moment. But who knows, maybe something will fall into our laps before then."

At that very moment, the sound of a car pulling up to the main gate caught their attention. Hogan raised an eyebrow. "Did you know that was going to happen, Kinch?" Kinch shook his head, looking both amused and surprised. "Well great timing, anyway."

"What do you think it is?" Kinch asked.

"Dunno, but we'll find out soon enough."

The football game broke up as the car pulled into the compound. Within seconds Carter, LeBeau and Newkirk jogged over, and took up the task of holding up the wall with Hogan and Kinch. "Who could that be?" Newkirk asked.

"Someone important?" Carter speculated.

"It cannot be a social call- who would visit Klink?" LeBeau said with a snort.

"All right, all right, hold it. It could be nothing," Hogan said as he watched the car intently. It came to a stop in front of the Kommandantur. The driver got out and ran up the steps to Klink's office.

Hogan tried to get a good look at the passengers, but all he could tell was that it was someone he didn't recognize.

Their attention turned away from the car when they heard another vehicle pull up at the gates. It was a light truck. "I bet whoever it is has something important in there," Carter mused.

"Brilliant," Newkirk muttered.

The door to the Kommandantur opened and Schultz hurried out, followed by Klink and the driver. The latter two stayed on the steps, while Schultz stepped into the compound. The sergeant of the guard motioned for a few of him men to join him.

"All the prisoners into the barracks. Back, back, back!" He and the other guards spread out, shepherding the prisoners out of the compound and towards the huts. "Everybody back, back, back, back."

Hogan pushed himself off the wall and stepped forward, holding up a hand. "Hold it Schultz, what's the big idea?" he protested. "It's the middle of the afternoon. Under the Geneva Convention, prisoners are allowed to have at least one hour of outside recreation a day and we've barely started."

"Colonel Hogan, I do not know anything about the Geneva Convention," Schultz replied. "All I know is that the Kommandant ordered all the prisoners into the barracks, and when the Kommandant gives an order, I must obey that order!"

"Schuuultz," Hogan drawled.

From the steps of his office, Hogan saw Colonel Klink stamp his foot. "Hogan," the kommandant called, "leave Schultz alone! Whatever your protest is, it is futile. Into the barracks!"

"All right, but this is under protest," Hogan said before turning on his heel and marching into the barracks. His men joined him. As soon as the door was closed, they hurried into Hogan's office. Kinch pulled out the coffeepot receiver and plugged it in. The five men gathered around and waited for it to broadcast whatever conversation was about to take place in Klink's office.

They didn't have to wait long.

"Colonel Klink? I am Doctor Lehmann, this is Doctor Pfeiffer."

"Gentlemen, welcome to Stalag 13. To what do I owe this pleasure?" Klink said grandly.

"General Burkhalter suggested that you could be of use to us," another voice, presumably Doctor Pfeiffer, explained.

"Oh well, the General flatters us. But of course, he is right. Whatever it is, I will be happy to accommodate you. There is no place more secure in all of Germany. No one has ever escaped Stalag 13-"

"My prisoners are cowed, thoroughly cowed," Hogan and his men said along with Klink. It was the same old, same old.

"We are pleased to hear it," Doctor Lehmann said appreciatively. "We are here to deliver a new guard."

"A new guard?" Klink sounded confused.

"A new guard?" Hogan echoed.

"Yes," Lehmann said, but didn't elaborate further.

"But we have no need for another guard," Klink protested.

"It will only be temporary," Pfeiffer assured him. There was a pause. "His transfer has been approved by both General Burkhalter and the Gestapo."

"Well in that case," Klink said nervously, "of course we would be glad to welcome him."

"Excellent. Sergeant Graf, you may bring him in now," Pfeiffer said.

There was silence over the coffeepot, and Hogan and his men took the opportunity to speculate.

"A new guard? What's the big deal?" Carter asked.

"And why are there two doctors escorting him?" Kinch added.

LeBeau suddenly perked up and gave Kinch a rapid-fire pat on the back before turning and heading out of the office. Hogan watched him go, but then turned his attention back to the pot. Rubbing his chin, he pondered what exactly was happening.

"Maybe he was injured, on the Russian front or something?" Newkirk guessed. "Probably has an uncle close to Hitler."

"Yeah, maybe," Hogan said slowly, though he wasn't too sure. He looked up as LeBeau re-entered the room. The little Frenchman looked woozy. "LeBeau? LeBeau, you all right."

"Mon Dieu!" LeBeau exclaimed. "Mon Dieu!"

"LeBeau, what is it?"

LeBeau stuttered and sputtered, but couldn't get any words out before the coffeepot sounded off again.

"Mein Gott!" Klink exclaimed in shock.

Hogan and his men looked over at LeBeau who was still shaken. What was it about this guard?

"Colonel Klink, this is Corporal Weiss," Doctor Lehmann said proudly.

"Cor… Corporal Weiss," Klink said, his voice shaking. "Welcome to Stalag 13. I am Kommandant Klink."

"Kommandant," a low voice replied.

"I- uh- I hope you will be happy here," Klink said with a nervous giggle. "But, uh, Doctor Pfeiffer, Doctor Lehmann, I think I must repeat that we have no need for another guard."

"And I must repeat," Pfeiffer said, "that his placement here has been approved by General Burkhalter and the Gestapo."

"Of course, of course," Klink said. There was a pause. "Fraulein Hilda, will you send in Sergeant Schultz? Schultz is the sergeant of the guards, gentlemen. He will get Corporal Weiss settled."

Hogan pulled the cord from the coffeepot and fixed LeBeau with a hard look. "All right, LeBeau, what did you see. What about this guard has everyone in a tizzy?"

LeBeau shook his head as if to clear it. "Oh Colonel, the new guard. He is huge!"

This is kind of a sequel to Whispering Sour Somethings in that it is mentioned in the first few paragraphs, but you don't have to read it. That being said, you should read it because it was definitely a good effort, especially for my first fanfic.

Anyway, I am going to try to update this on a regular basis.