It was late at night when the car entered the gates at Stalag 13. It bore German flags, as all cars that entered the POW camp did. Two guards posted at the gates let in the car; they had heard no word of anyone coming to visit Colonel Klink, their commanding officer, but they did bother to stop the car and request papers. They were tired, and everyone knew Stalag 13 was the safest POW camp in all of Germany. There had not been one successful escape attempt.
The Car stopped in front of Colonel Klink's Office, and the driver got out and opened the door for the passenger. The Dark hid the person, as did the German Coat they were wearing. Last out of the car came a guard, who swiftly mounted the steps to Klink's office. Without so much as a knock, the guard barged his way in, followed more slowly by the passenger and the driver. The Guards lost sigh of the three, and turned their attention back to patrolling the Compound.
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"Colonel Hogan, Colonel Hogan!" Andrew Carter bounded into the barracks, covered in snow, but sweating. Carter was a young American Technical Sergeant, known for building the ammunitions—generally bombs—at Stalag 13. He was also called upon to impersonate German officers—specifically Hitler—when the need arose. He was one of five men at Stalag 13 who performed undercover operations for the resistance, back on the home front. After all, what better way was there than to blow up German buildings/trains/Top Secret Weapons from behind enemy lines?
Carter shook snow out of his hair and looked around the barracks. "I have urgent information! Wheres Colonel Hogan?" He asked to the others—Peter Newkirk, Louis LeBeau, And James "Kinch" Kinchloe—who also happened to be part of the undercover plans at Stalag 13.
"He's in His Office." Kinch said, not looking up from his card game against Newkirk.
"Bit absorbed in that game of yours?" Carter said sarcastically. After a moment he added "Where's the money? What are you playing for?"
LeBeau was sitting by the stove, his hands tucked tightly under their opposite arm. "Blankets." He said simply. "It's freezing."
"Don't you 'ave something to tell Colonel 'ogan?" Newkirk said, his words punctured by his English accent and his chattering teeth.
"Do I?" Carter looked confused, and then surprised registered on his face. "Right! Colonel Hogan! Colonel Hogan!"
"'E's in 'is Ruddy office!" Newkirk said, agitated.
"Hogan! Hogan!"
"What?" Colonel Robert Hogan opened the door to his office, and Carter blurted:
"I was just in Klink's Office to demand a better stove—"
"Good for You!" LeBeau interjected.
"I know. But I don't think he would—" Carter began to reply.
"Carter!" Hogan said sharply.
"Oh—right. Anyway, I heard shouting from his office, and apparently he was getting yelled at by a commanding officer—"
"Isn't 'e Always?" Newkirk said.
"—Who happens to be a woman!"
"Klink got shouted at by a woman? That's not much to be worried about, Carter."
"Yeah, but she's a German Officer!"
"There are Female German Officers, Carter."
"Yeah, but!"
"Why is this urgent?"
Carter opened his mouth, then closed it. "Well, I don't know sir."
"Alright. Kinch, get the coffee pot."
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The five had already bugged Klink's office, and they had a coffee pot that transmitted the conversations right to their barracks.
Kinch plugged in the pot, and took the lid off of it.
"—search the camp? But for what?" Klink was whining.
"For tunnels, Klink!" Came he reply.
"But there cannot possibly be any tunnels in Stalag 13. It is the safest Stalag in all of Germany!"
"And why is that?"
"Because there has been no successful escape attempts!"
"No Successful, Colonel?" The voice replied.
"And There will be none, I assure you." Klink said.
"None the less, I will search your camp, and you may not stop me. Not only do I have papers, but I am also the ranking officer, here, Klink."
Klink didn't reply.
"I have reason to believe A certain Colonel Hogan—one of your Prisoners—is working for the resistance, here in Stalag 13, right behind your back!"
"Colonel Hogan would do no such thing!"
"No, I wouldn't." Hogan smirked.
"None the less, I intend to talk with him."
"Alright. I'll get Shultz to call him in."
"Thank you."
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Kinch unplugged the radio. "What was that about?"
"I don't know." Hogan said, before he began pacing.
"Say, Colonel Hogan, what were you doing in your office? You've been in there for the past hour." Carter said.
"Well, I got word from Headquarters. Seems they want us to get in touch with one of their spies."
"How're we gonna find this spy?" LeBeau Asked. "Was that all they told you?"
"No. They did say that their spy was impersonating a German officer. And the reason we're supposed to get him back to England is because the Germans are on to him—they Headquarters said it would be only a matter of time before they caught him."
"Well this bites." Newkirk growned, throwing down his cards, "Not only is a Kraut onto you, we 'ave to find a spy who the Krauts are onto and worst of all, I've lost my extra blanket!"