The Return of Hochstetter (or: How the Major Successfully Failed, Act III)
by 80sarcades
This is the sequel to Hochstetter Strikes Back. This is also a work of silly humor with a loose plot. If you're looking for a serious work of fiction involving character angst, then please look elsewhere. On the other hand, if you enjoy Hogan's Heroes fan fiction with scenes involving kidnapped authors, rampaging Looney Toons characters, riots, irritated U.S. Presidents, special guest appearances, dramatic courtroom lines, and roving mobs…then you're in the right place!
SPECIAL NOTICE: All Hogan's Heroes fanfic readers & writers are invited to participate (via screen names) in a future chapter(s). In addition, a few of those will be given limited one to two line speaking parts. Further details will be revealed in a later chapter. Also, thanks go to Sgt. Moffitt for lending me her screen name.
Disclaimer: This is only a labor of love. For money, I'll have to look elsewhere.
Chapter 1: It Begins.
At last, he would have his revenge.
The man admitted that he had underestimated his enemy. The memories of those past failures haunted his memory, teasing him with the victory that could have - should have - been. Tonight, however, he would turn the tables on his foe. Tonight, he would be the victorious hunter instead of the outclassed prey.
Tonight...
All was in readiness. Once the trap was sprung, he would return and hunt down that cunning creature that dared to defy him. His triumph would prove once and for all that Wolfgang Hochstetter was the better man. No one, the Gestapo Major reflected, ever got the better of him.
No one!
A cruel smile twisted Hochstetter's face even as more evil clichés stumbled through his brain. He peeked though the window and saw his target sprawled on the couch. Soon, he thought, soon, you will taste defeat. You will know what it is like to lose...
And then, the fate of Papa Bear will be truly in my hands. The German moved away from the glass and checked his watch. 7:26 PM. Almost there. Four more minutes.
Suddenly, light flooded his senses as an overhead bulb flared into life. Hochstetter cursed silently as he scrambled for the safety of the nearby shadows. Fortunately, he made it without being seen. A figure appeared in the doorway, silhouetted in black against the interior light. Somehow, the Major resisted the impulse to draw his sidearm and shoot the man; that would have ruined the fun, as it were.
The porch descended into darkness; the door closed. After a moment, Hochstetter moved to the window again. It was time. He rubbed his hands in glee as the target finally vanished from sight.
And now the hunt begins, 80sarcades, he thought savagely. And now, the hunt begins...
Next up: Chapter 2 - Another weekend gone to hell…