Usual disclaimers apply: I don't own 'Hogan's Heroes' and am only borrowing them for fun, not profit.


Major Wolfgang Hochstetter stormed out of the cell deep in the basement of Gestapo Headquarters, fists balled up and ready to hit something, anything or anyone to relieve his frustration at the lack of results from his latest interrogations. Ever since a new Underground unit had moved into the Hammelburg area, just about anything that could possibly go wrong HAD gone wrong for him.

The only good thing had been the actual capture of the agents who were operating under the code name 'Wordybirds'. Who comes up with these code names anyway? Hochstetter grumbled to himself as he went into his office. For someone with a name like that, these two are about the most stubborn – and silent – females I've ever seen! I've been questioning them for weeks and all I can get is their names. Bah!

Two file folders sat on the desk, the fact that they were both empty due to a lack of information grated on the Gestapo officer's nerves. He sat staring at them when the office door burst open and five masked and black clad men charged into the small room. As four of the men kept their pistols trained on him, Hochstetter made no move to stop the leader as he stepped forward and picked up the folders.

"Ok, Major, where are they?" the leader asked, speaking casually. But then, he did have the upper hand at the moment.

"Nine." Hochstetter nearly growled out the word.

One of the black clad men spoke up. "Oh, so you're not gonna talk?"

Another answered him. "Don't start –that- again, mate. He means cell number nine."

The shortest one moved closer to the desk. "Where are the keys?"

Hochstetter moved one hand slowly, and pointed to a desk drawer. The fifth man, a tall, silent sort, circled behind the desk, opened the drawer and took out an iron key ring, tossing it to one of the others. Three of the men ran out the door, leaving the leader and the silent one to guard the Major while they rescued the agents from their cells.

A great deal of feminine giggling was heard as the cell door clanged open, then the black clad men and the Underground agents came up to the office. One of the men stuck his head in and said, "That's it then, they're a bit worse for wear, but safe and sound all the same. Now let's scarper before anything goes wrong."

The leader nodded, and tossed Hochstetter a casual salute before he and the silent man slipped out.

The Gestapo Major stared at his desk where the folders had been, then slammed his fist onto the desk in anger. "I may have lost you today; but now that I know who you Wordybirds are, Linda Groundwater and Nomdeplume13, I shall be keeping my eye on you."