Hogan's Heroes
Copycat Spy
Hogan's Heroes
(A/N: I decided to try my hand at a multi-chapter story instead of the one-shots I've been doing. I probably could have taken more time on it, but we'll see how this goes. I've fixed some of the things my reviewers have been telling me about, so hopefully it's a bit better now.)
Message From London: Subject Nimrod
"Colonel Hogan, Colonel Klink will see you now," Hilda said to Hogan, who was waiting with Schultz.
"You're a doll," Hogan praised, pecking her cheek. She grinned. Schultz rolled his eyes but said nothing. Quickly he led Hogan in.
"Kommandant Klink, Colonel Hogan is here," Schultz declared, walking into the office with Hogan in tow.
"What's up Kommandant?" Hogan asked, leisurely tossing his hat on top of the helmet on Klink's desk.
Klink snatched it off and threw it back at Hogan, ordering, "Schultz, bring in Langenscheidt and ensure we are not disturbed."
"Jawohl, Herr Kommandant," Schultz said, saluting then walking out.
"So sir, what's on your mind?" Hogan casually asked.
"Achtung!" Klink barked, shooting up. Frowning, Hogan rose and stood straight. What was wrong with him? "Hogan, I have had it with your gross disrespect."
"Disrespect? Kommandant, you wound me deeply," Hogan said, relaxing and smirking. This would be too easy.
"Achtung!" Klink ordered. Hogan fell silent, waiting for an opening and obeying the order at his own pace. "Now don't try and lie to me, Colonel Hogan. I'm onto you," Klink said.
"Sir, have I ever lied to you?" Hogan asked, smiling. The man had said he was onto him numerous times. He had yet to prove it with few exceptions.
"Yes! Achtung!" Klink shouted, slamming his riding crop on the desk and coming around to face Hogan directly. This time Hogan was more wary and immediately straightened up. "You will speak only when spoken to, Colonel! You are a prisoner here, remember that! Now Hogan, what do you know about London's plans regarding Nimrod?"
"Nimrod, Nimrod. Sounds familiar," Hogan mused. Snapping his finger he said, "I've got it, that's the Fuhrer's cousin, isn't it? What about him?" Hogan asked, now fully attentive though he carefully masked it.
"The Fuhrer's… Hogan, are you mad?" Klink incredulously asked. "Do not pretend you haven't heard about him. It's all over the place. Nimrod has revealed himself to the Underground," Klink declared as Schultz and Langenscheidt re-entered.
HH
"He's what?!" Hogan demanded in alarm, eyes widening. Noticing his slip, he quickly covered, "Boy, the Fuhrer's not going to be happy. Bet the Underground, whoever they are, are glad."
"He is not the Fuhrer's cousin!" Klink whined impatiently.
"Then who…" Hogan began.
"Ah ha! Nobody knows, that's just it. But they will Hogan. They will," Klink replied. "Now General Burkhalter is due to arrive here any minute with Gestapo. Soon after, the Kripo will arrive. Nothing can go wrong, Hogan, and your men will not be causing any trouble this time." A million questions ran through Hogan's mind. How, why, when, how much did Klink know? What had happened?
"Now listen here…" Hogan began, but Klink snapped his fingers and Schultz and Langenscheidt stepped in front of him, both looking shocked and uncertain.
"Insubordination! Not this time Hogan. Escort the Colonel back to barracks. Nothing must go wrong during this visit. Langenscheidt, you are to stand guard inside the barracks. Schultz, order to guards to shoot anyone who tries to exit on sight. Schnell, schnell," Klink ordered angrily.
"Jawohl, Herr Kommandant!" the two men replied, saluting. Quickly they led Hogan out.
HH
"Quick fellas, hide everything! The Colonel's coming with Schultz and Langenscheidt!" Carter quickly exclaimed, closing the door and hurrying to help put everything away.
"Escorted by two guards? Klink must have had guests," LeBeau said. After all, the Kommandant never gave orders like that regarding Hogan unless it was to impress someone.
Hogan entered with the guards just as everything was hidden. "What's the word, Colonel?" Newkirk asked curiously from the poker game they'd set up.
"Klink's keeping something quiet," Hogan replied.
"Oh boy is he," Schultz said. "Langenscheidt is to guard inside this building during the big shots' visit, the guards have been doubled and given orders to shoot anyone on sight who is caught outside, troops have been posted beyond the fence. The Kommandant has ensured nothing will go wrong."
"He has gone mad," Langenscheidt said. The prisoners all exchanged shocked looks. Baker gestured over to Hogan. Hogan stiffened up. Important message had come through, and something told him it was the last message they wanted to hear.
HH
"Ah General Burkhalter, Major Hochstetter, welcome, welcome," Klink greeted, grinning widely as if it were the greatest surprise on Earth when the car pulled in. Hah! Inwardly he was thinking the exact opposite.
"What's he doing?" LeBeau asked Langenscheidt from inside the barracks.
"He is greeting them," Langenscheidt replied. The young man's curiosity had gotten the better of him and they'd used it to their advantage, giving the team time to talk in Hogan's office. "Now he is bringing them inside," Langenscheidt declared. "…Now I have lost visual."
"Keep watching," LeBeau replied, quickly slipping away to join the others and motioning for Sergeant Flood—who had been hiding here since his escape from Gestapo so long ago—to take his place behind the young German.
"'Ey mate, care for a game of cards?" Flood tempted the other young man.
Langenscheidt looked back curiously, suspicious as to why an ally was being friendly to him, then looked at the cards. After a moment's debate he smiled and said, "I am always open to a challenge."
"Good, because I need one," Flood said, smiling.
HH
Shutting the door, Hogan turned to his men and said, "Give me the message, and please tell me it's not about you know who."
"How did you know?" LeBeau asked.
"Klink mentioned the name," Hogan replied.
"Sorry Colonel, no such luck. Message from London, subject Nimrod. London is pulling Nimrod out. Something went wrong on the last mission and now the Gestapo are closing in on him. The Underground is keeping him under wraps. Nimrod will be transported to one of their best Underground units in this very area," Baker said.
"You're kidding. This can't be right… Please, don't tell me," Hogan said, taking the message and reading it over again, eyes wide and slightly pale. "Us? Why us?"
"Who bloody knows? Colonel, we can't risk this! This is too much! With the General, Major, and SS showin' up, 'e's as good as dead!" Newkirk said.
"And if the German's knew about him before us…" Carter began. They knew what he was going to say. If the German's already knew, chances were they were onto him.
"Klink knows more than he's letting on," Hogan said grimly.
"So what is the news?" LeBeau questioned, joining the others.
"Nimrod. London is sending Nimrod, to us," Hogan declared in shock.