Thanks to all who read my stories. That really helps me write more stories!. Again I do not own Hogan's Heroes, I just like to take the characters out and play with them for a while. Thanks goes out to my beta Jennaya-thanks for all your help. Now that that's out of the way, please enjoy the stoy and press the button below to review!
It was a beautiful spring day in Germany, too beautiful to be confined to the barracks of Luftstalag 13. But, alas, the over a thousand men were sent in to their huts that they now called home. The men of Barracks 2 were sitting at the table, grumbling over being sent inside. No one knew why they were sent in, not even the guards.
"Why in the bloody 'ell did they 'ave to send us back in 'ere? Just as we were getting into our volleyball game" Newkirk asked, grabbing his ever present deck of cards and shuffling them.
"I have no idea Newkirk, I couldn't even get it out of Klink. Only thing I could think of is Klink has no idea either. He was hedging quite a bit when I pressed him," Hogan said, sitting at the head of the table with a cup of coffee and his crush cap sitting on the table in front of him.
"Must be something important though, for them to not want us to see," Carter said from his bunk.
"And especially if they didn't tell Klink," Kinch said, sitting in front of Newkirk, accepting the cards that was being dealt to him and LeBeau.
"Could be. I'll have to try..." Hogan was cut off as Olsen ran into the Barracks, sliding in next to his commanding officer.
"Colonel! Gestapo checking in!"
"My office," Hogan said, grabbing his cap as Kinch, Carter, LeBeau and Newkirk followed him. Olsen ran back and stood guard at the entrance of the barracks.
They got the coffee pot plugged in just as voices drifted over the tiny speaker.
"Major Hochstetter, what a pleasure...," Klink began.
"What pleasure Klink? You think I enjoy coming here?" Hochstetter countered.
"He sounds testy today," Kinch said, grinning.
"My favorite comedy team," Newkirk said.
"Shh, let's see what ol' Wolfie is doing here," Hogan said quietly, straining to hear.
"What can I do for you Major?"
"I came to interrogate Hogan and his men. I need a completely private place to question them. Where can I do that?"
Hogan and his men looked at each other, not sure what Hochstetter wanted with them.
"I guess the best place would be in the cooler Major. Can I ask why you need to question them?" Klink asked, trying to figure out what the Gestapo could want with some of his prisoners.
"No you can not ask Klink! Just make sure we are not disturbed or heads will roll, namely yours! Have Schultz bring Colonel Hogan, Sergeant Kinchloe, Sergeant Carter, Corporal Newkirk and Corporal LeBeau to the cooler as soon as possible."
"Yes, Herr Major. Schultz!"
The men heard the door open.
"Yes, Herr Kommandant?"
"Schultz, go to Barracks 2 and get Hogan, Kinchloe, Carter, Newkirk and LeBeau and take them to the cooler to be questioned by Major Hochstetter. And they are not to be disturbed while they are in there. Understood?"
"Understood Herr Kommandant," Schultz replied.
Hogan pulled the plug on the coffee pot as LeBeau put it away.
"Colonel, what could that filthy Boche want with us?" LeBeau asked.
"I don't know but we have about a minute before Schultz gets here," Hogan said, running into the common room. "Olsen, Thomas, Barnes!"
The three men answered as Hogan and his team sat at the table to seem as nonchalant as possible.
"Schultz is on his way to take us to meet with Hochstetter. If you find out we are being held, you three will have to initiate the evacuation of the camp. However, do not begin until you know for sure that we are not coming back. And that's an order, understood?"
"Yes sir," Thomas, Olsen and Barnes replied in unison as the door the Barracks opened.
"Colonel Hogan?" Schultz asked as he closed the door.
"Yes Schultz?"
"I need you, Newkirk, LeBeau, Carter and Kinch to come with me."
"What for Schultzie?" Carter asked as he and the others stood.
"I do not know. All I know is I am supposed to take you to the cooler to talk to Major Hochstetter. Other than that, I..."
"Know nothing!" The men of the barracks said in unison, then laughed.
"Jolly jokers!" Schultz said as he motioned for the 5 men to head out the door.
No one said anything as they entered the cooler, Schultz leading them to one of the back cells.
Hochstetter was sitting on the bed, apparently looking over notes while waiting for the guard to bring the prisoners. He looked up as the men entered.
"Ah, danke Schultz, that will be all."
"Jahwol Herr Major," Schultz replied, leaving the cooler.
"Okay Major, we're here. Now what do you want with us?" Hogan asked, his defense up. He knew how badly the Gestapo could treat a man. He wanted to protect his men as much as possible.
"Hogan, I believe that you are my elusive Papa Bear," he began.
"You think I'm a fairy tale?"
"No dummkopf! I know you and your men are part of the Underground, code name Papa Bear."
"Really Major, I think you have had one too many nips from the schnapps in Klink's office," Hogan replied, his men snickering.
"Hogan, you misunderstand me," Hochstetter began, jumping up and starting the pace the small cell. "I have made one too many enemies in Berlin. They are seeking to arrest me. However, they do not know I am here, so I have a little time. I have put all the material I have collected since Stalag 13 has opened and I have come to the conclusion that this camp has dealings with the Underground," Hochstetter stopped in front of Hogan.
"Hogan, I know you are Papa Bear and I want you and your men to get me out of the country."
TBC