As you can see, I've rewritten it. The reviews were very helpful, and after looking over the original, I decided that it was better to just start from scratch. My OC is the same, but her personality is different. Tommy is no more.
Special thanks to 80sarcades for Betaing and giving me feedback.
On with the show!
Disclaimer: I do not own Hogan's Heroes.
Katie's nimble fingers pecked away at the typewriter at her desk. The chunck-chunck-chunck of the keys hitting the paper did nothing to mask the very loud conversation coming from the office behind her. Whoever the major was yelling at was obviously in big trouble.
Better him than me, she thought with a sniff.
At that moment she stopped typing and sat forward in her chair to "reread" what was on the page. Rereading allowed her to eavesdrop on the conversation.
"We have to move them by tonight!" the Major was saying, his rage vibrating the thin walls. "They vill never make it in time if they don't leave by tonight!"
Katie's eyes grew wide. She moved some extra papers off of her desk calendar to check the date. Printed neatly in the box for September 6 was the phrase "Date – 7:30." To everyone at the office, including the Major himself, this ment that Katie was meeting a handsome blonde-haired, blue-eyed German officer for dinner tonight. But that, like almost everything else in her life now, was a lie. She was meeting a man. But he wasn't German. And she certainly wasn't meeting him for dinner.
Newkirk pushed his way through the slowly darkening woods. Schultz had dropped by for a friendly chat after the evening roll call. Unfortunately, the delay had kept the Englishman from leaving for his rendezvous until it was almost too late.
She's probably already gone, he thought and frowned. He remembered what Kinch told him that afternoon.
"Her name's Katie," Kinch had told him during the mission briefing. "Alias - Trudy. She works as a secretary for the guy in charge of transporting ammunition to the Russian front. She's bringing some important information."
"What kind?" the RAF Corporal had asked. The colored radioman shrugged.
"Something about a train schedule," he said. "She's supposed to meet her contact around seven-thirty, but I told London that we might be late. She'll be hiding in the woods near the old cemetery."
That was all Newkirk knew. The graveyard was, unsurprisingly, deserted.
Well, what did you expect? He sighed. He had made the trek for nothing.
He was just about to duck back into the woods when a woman stepped out into the open. The Englishman was startled and stared at her rather dumbly.
She was behind the tree the whole bloody time! He thought. And you calls yourself smart.
They eyed each other warily for a moment. "Did you bring the eggs?" Newkirk finally asked in a stage whisper. He mentally cursed the man who had thought up the question.
"Sorry, they're all cracked," she replied. She gave a half-smile at the absurdity of the situation. The two spies then approached each other. Katie brought out a red, medium-sized notebook that was stuffed with loose leaf pages. She took off the metal clip that was holding it together and held it up to Newkirk's curious gaze.
"I stole it from the Major's desk," she said, opening it up to show Newkirk the contents. "There's a train schedule along with a short manifest of each shipment. You'll have to copy it all down and give it back to me before he misses it."
"How long do we have to get it back?" Newkirk took the folder.
"Katie made a face. "I don't know." She sounded unsure. "I found it in a drawer under a pile of pin-ups, so . . . two days?"
Newkirk was leaving through the handwritten pages and typewritten documents. "Wish I'd brought a camera," he muttered, shaking his head. "It's goin' take forever translating this-"
At that moment the sharp crack of a pistol shot rang through the dark woods. "Halt!" a voice declared.
"Oh, shoot!" she said. She turned around and ran off into the woods without another word.
The Prisoner of War stuffed the folder into the inside pocket of his jacket before he took off. With any luck, I'll be able to outrun-
"Ooff!" Newkirk looked over his shoulder. Katie hadn't gotten very far; she had fallen over an unearthed tree root. At that moment two pairs of hands grabbed Newkirk's forearms before bringing him to a rough stop. He was then dragged back in the direction he had just come from.
"Oi hey! Lemme go!" he yelled. Unfortunately, his struggles were to no avail as more guards surrounded him. He saw two uniforms rush over to Katie and yank her off the ground.
The eyes of the trapped pair briefly studied each other. Katie had blood running down her leg, and she looked like a just-dumped girlfriend. Newkirk shivered inwardly, even though he was trying to look calm and unperturbed on the outside.
Newkirk me boy, he thought, grimacing slightly as a guard snapped manacles around his wrists. You have gotten yourself into a mighty fine pickle.