A/N: My first Fanfic, so I'm sorry if it's no good :P.

To say that the Colonel was mad would be an understatement. First off, they're mission to blow a munitions dummp the previous night had backfired, then after nearly getting caught, London sends the message that information had leaked- and it was all a hoax. Now the coffee pot had short circuited, and Hochstetter's car had pulled in the gates. Newkirk was in the cooler, Carter had a fever, and LeBeau wasn't far behind. To add to all that, the prisoners were confined to barracks because of some Gestapo activity going on in Klink's office. Hogan was prowling Barracks 2, wracking his brain to figure out how he could listen in on Klink's conversation with Hochstetter. At that moment Kinch, who had been busy in his Colonel's quarters to fix the coffee pot, stepped out and walked up to Hogan. The Colonel turned to his second and looked at him quizically.

"Almost done, Colonel," Kinch said. "But I need more parts. I can radio London and see if they can drop those parts off."

"Then do it, Kinch. We need that coffee pot fixed ASAP."

Hogan ran a hand through his dark hair, thankful that this problem would soon be solved. Now he turned to where Carter was laying on his bunk, swathed in covers and sweating, but still shivering as he watched Hogan through half-closed eyes. Hogan walked over to him and half-kneeled.

"Doing any better, Carter?"

"Getting there, sir," Carter panted, looking at his Colonel through unfocused eyes.

One of the other men spoke up. "At roll call you could complain to Klink that Carter's sick and get him to let Wilson in."

"Good idea, Burns," Hogan replied, nodding at the man.

With that in mind, Hogan tapped the hidden mechanism on the far bunk. The bottom mattress came up and a ladder went down into the tunnels. Hogan climbed down to tell Kinch to come up for roll call.

Meanwhile, in Klink's office, Hochstetter sighed exhasperatedly at Klink's constant yinnering. A headache was begining to form as he listened to Klink's whining, wheedly voice constantly praising himself, and then turning and aggreeing with whatever the Gestapo said.

"Klink! Just shut up and let me finish!" Hochstetter yelled.

"Yes, Major Hochstetter, just shut up."

"These men will be confined to your cooler until I return. They will not be in contact with any other prisoner, they will not leave the cooler, and you will not allow Hogan anywhere near them! If they catch the smallest glimpse of another prisoner or take on step out of the cooler before I return- I can think of much worse for you than the Russian Front," Hochstetter said, struggling to keep his voice from raising. He couldn't afford anything for his throat at present, and if he could, he didn't have the time.

"But Major Hochstetter, if you are so sure that they are spies, why not just shoot them?" Klink asked.

Hochstetter sighed, running a hand over his face and looking to the heavens. "Because, dummkoph, if they are spies, they must have more than just information on us! They will have useful information on the Allies and the Underground as well!"

"Of course, Major. Don't you worry, those prisoners will not catch a glimpse of sunlight during their stay at Stalag 13! Not a glimpse!"

By now his headache was in full swing, and Hochstetter rubbed his temples. Why don't I just kill this man now and get it over with, he thought. But he pushed the thought to the back of his mind. "See that they don't Klink. Because my guards will be watching their every move! Now, Klink, I trust your cooler is empty?"

"For the most part," Klink said. "Corporal Newkirk is in there for an escape attempt... A failed one, though, I might say! No prisoner escapes from-"

Hochstetter cut him off with a furious yell. "Send him back to his barracks! No prisoner is to see these two men!'

The two men, who were being closely guarded in the outer office of the Kommandantur, winced at Hochstetter's yell. Hochstetter came marching out, and ordered that the guards send them to the cooler, and to escort the Corporal Newkirk to his barracks. And with a final warning to Klink, Hochstetter marched out into the warm summer evening. The Gestapo guards did what they were ordered to and hauled the prisoners to the cooler. They all grouped around the two men as camp guards brought out a startled Newkirk and escorted him to Barracks 2.

When Newkirk was pushed through the door, Hogan stood and wakked over to him. Schultz appeared behind the confused corporal and pushed him the rest of the way into the barrack.

"Hold on a minute Schultz," Hogan called to the rotund Sergeant.

"Please, Colonel Hogan," Schultz pleaded. "You are going to get me into trouble!"

"Oh, come on, Schultz. Surely you must know what all this is about! Be a good man and let us out of the closet!" A chorus of agreement rose from the men in the barracks.

"Nein, nein nein nein, Colonel Hogan, I am not supposed to tell any of the prisoners about the Gestapo prisoners... Wait.. Colonel Hogan!" Schultz looked to the American Colonel in dismay, but Hogan only smiled.

"Gestapo prisoner, eh Schultz?" Hogan said, flashing a candy bar for Schultz's answer.

Schultz eyed the candy longingly. "Yes, but you can't tell anyone I told you!"

"Wouldn't dream about it, Schultz," Hogan said, holding the candy bar foreward. As Schultz reached to grasp it, Hogan pulled back.

"Now what about the Gestapo prisoners?"

Schultz looked about, worry etched on his features, but he leaned in close to Hogan. "Major Hochstetter has two spies in the cooler that he is going to question. That is why he sent the Englander back from the cooler- he does not want them to interact with anyone."

"And why doesn't Hochstetter just keep them at Gestapo Headquarters?" Hogan mused.

"He does not want to keep them here- but things haven't been going... Great at Headquarters," Schultz said, and snatched the candy bar when Hogan held it out again. "But I did not tell you!"

Hogan sighed. This wasn't getting any easier. He started to ask Schultz something else, only to find that the rotund Sergeant had walked back outside. Hogan then turned to Newkirk.

"Did you catch a glimpse of them?" Hogan asked, refering to the two prisoners the Gestapo had brought in.

"No, sir. They all packed in tight when I walked by," the Englander responded.

Hogan could have growled.

In the cooler, the two men were thrown roughly into seperate cells, one beside the other. There was a small window at the top, barred to prevent prisoners from climbing into other cells. The older of the two recovered first, standing with effort, as his hands were cuffed behind his back.

"You all right?" he asked through the window, his voice with a thick Scottish accent.

There was a scuffling sound, but other than that, no reply. He knew he wouldn't get one, as the other -his little brother- was mute. The older knew this would be a problem, as when they were to be questioned, they would be seperated, and probably bound similarly to as they were now. Chait, the mute, wouldn't be able to communicate.

A Gestapo agent walked in then, and went over to the older's cell. "Your name. What is your name?"

"You know my name," the man said.

"I know the name you say is yours."

"My name is Camden Kerr, you know this."

"You lie," the Gestapo man glared. "No matter, we will straighten that out. And your brother in there... Chait Kerr?" He sneered, thinking that the Scott was lying.

"Yes. And he's mute- don't expect answers of any sort out of him," Camden warned, looking levelly at the Gestapo agent.

"We'll see."

With that, the agent left, locking the cell door behind him.

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Again, sorry if that was bad. I'm not entirely sure that I should write accents, I don't think I should. And with the names- I tried to get as close to Scottish as I could. I'd also like to say that I feel a tad bit overwhelmed here, amoung all you great writers.