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"I think I'll take that bet Newkirk."

Everyone looked to the top bunk, disbelief playing across their faces. There, lying on the bunk, was none other than Sergeant Malcom Flood. He was smiling big, looking at the astonishment that was on the prisoners' faces.

"Flood! How in the world did you get away from the Gestapo?" Hogan asked, lowering his coffee cup to the commons table.

"Well sir, believe it or not, I hid in a footlocker. They had me in the guards' barracks for a few moments before they were going to take me to the cooler, enough to hide myself in Schultz's footlocker. Boy they were hoping mad! After they left, I worked my way over here, making sure the search lights didn't get me. Somehow, I'm not sure how," Flood grinned broadly as he jumped down from the bunk and grabbed a cup of coffee, "Schultz managed to get handcuffed again. Imagine that!"

The other laughed outright at Flood's description of his escape.

"Poor Schultz, he's been quite tied up recently," Kinch replied, making room for Flood to sit at the table.

"That's an understatement, mate," Newkirk added.

"Yeah, it's more like literally," Carter remarked.

"I think I'll make him some apple struedel, just for the inconveniance of it all," LeBeau said as everyone laughed.

As he sat down, Flood looked over at Hogan, "Colonel, what happens now? I can't turn up in any other prisoner camp. It'll mean the Gestapo coming after me."

"I know, that's why we are going to have to send you back to England and hope you don't get shot down over Germany again," Hogan replied, sipping his coffee.

"Just when I was getting good at being "Flood, the Fabulous" and escaping from every camp in Germany," he said, dejection in his voice.

"I know that, but you'll become "Flood the Deceased" if you try to get caught again and keep going with your stunt. You go to England," Hogan said his voice bringing the matter to a close.

"Gov'nor, won't we have to make it so that they do not look for him before we send him off to jolly old England?" Newkirk asked.

Hogan sighed for a moment before he put his crush cap back on. "Yeah, we will. I need to think. Until further notice, Flood, you are restricted to the tunnels for your safety. I would not, repeat, would not, think about leaving again, for yours and our sake. Understood?"

Flood stood and replied, "Yes sir. I promise you, no escape."

"Good. Flood, head below. We'll be down in a little while, hopefully with a plan."

"Yes sir," he replied, heading down into the tunnel.

When Flood was gone and entrance to the tunnel lowered, the men all looked at their commanding officer. "What now sir?" Carter asked. He was hoping the colonel had a plan to save the nice RAF Sergeant, even though he had locked him in Colonel Hogan's footlocker.

"To be honest, I don't have a plan," Hogan replied, starting to pace the barracks floor.

The others watched their commanding office, while all were racking their brains for a plan as well. Hogan stopped, turned slowly to face his men, then snapped his fingers, a grin spreading on his face.

"I've got it!"

What is Hogan's plan? That is entirely up to you! Let's see how many plans we come up with. It can be as dramatic or funny as you want it. Let's have some fun!