I hope Newkirk and Kinchloe get back okay, with the agent. Code name Falcon... What an odd code name. I just hope Falcon isn't anything like Tiger...
"You are Falcon?" Hogan mentally groaned.
"Yes, I am. My real name is Marie." Marie answered.
"Alright. In a few days we'll get you out of here and on your way to England. A plane went down, and the Germans are still looking for one of the pilots. We'll lay low until the heat's off."
"How did you get out and back in?" Marie asked, curious.
"London said you were a special package and must be picked up tonight, regardless of any patrols." Hogan explained, gazing seriously at Marie.
"I am staying here." Marie stated, aware of the sharp intake of breath by her right side. No one ordered the Colonel around like that!
"What did you just say?" Hogan demanded.
"I am staying here at Stalag 13. London's orders. Top-secret." Marie clarified, staring defiantly at Hogan.
"Alright. We'll give you a test run for a couple of days. If you pass, you can stay." Hogan reluctantly agreed.
Several months later ~ "What are we going to do?" Marie asked. One of the fifteen men had been captured by German patrol a couple of hours ago.
"A replacement must be put in his place before next roll call. If he is not, Klink will start asking questions when all fifteen men are not here." Hogan answered, racking his brains to come up with a solution. "I know! Marie, you will be our replacement. Newkirk, make a outfit for her. Make it as close as you can to Corporal Smidtt's uniform. I need LeBeau to cut Marie's hair. Cut it short, like Smidtt's hair. Good!" Hogan said, grinning.
Later at roll call ~ "Colonel Hogan, please! Number seven is not the same man. I need all fifteen men!" Schultz said, panicking.
"But don't you have all fifteen men, Schultz? I see fifteen." Hogan said, expertly playing Schultz like a fiddle.
"Yes, but-" Schultz broke off as Hogan pulled out a small chocolate bar. "Alright. Fifteen are here." Schultz said, snatching the candy bar and stuffing it in his jacket.
"Repoooort!" Klink shouted, marching down the steps to his office.
"All fifteen present and accounted for, Herr Kommandant!" Schultz said, standing at attention.
"At ease, Sergeant. Now, from time to time out of my own free will I give you news about the war, of which you are no longer a part of. Things continue to go well for our all-victorious Third Reich. I have just returned from a nearby ammunitions factory where we are continuing to make more bullets to knock your fellow pilots out of the sky. That is all. Dis-missed!" Klink said, turning to go back to his quarters.
"Colonel Klink!" Hogan shouted, stepping forward.
"What is it, Colonel Hogan?" Klink mumbled, wanting to get inside, away from the icy, bitter air.
"That ammunitions factory, isn't it north of here?" Hogan asked.
"West. What's that to you?" Klink asked, suspicious.
"Just asking." Hogan shrugged.
"We're going to blow up that ammunitions factory?" Marie asked as soon as they had all arrived around the small table in their Barracks.
"Of course. In a couple of days, we'll go out and blow it up." Hogan said, putting their map away.
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Author's note: The end of my first chapter! Please review! Thanks for reading!