Author's Note: Hi! I'm a new writer, especially to Hogan's Heroes! So I'll appreciate ANY advice, criticism... any feedback at all!
Never Mind the Germans!
"Never mind the Germans, they can't shoot straight!" Colonel Hogan shouted over the sound of gunfire. The five men in RAF uniforms following his weaving path through the undergrowth exchanged wry glances. They'd been shot out of a plane, were being chased by the Gestapo, bullets were splintering the trees around them and ricocheting past their heads, and this man was cracking jokes!
Hogan glanced back, masking his concern with an air of jovial confidence; these men all had varying degrees of injuries. They wouldn't be able to keep up this pace for much longer. He stopped, but motioned to them to go on, pretending a confidence he didn't feel.
"You go ahead, same direction, I'll draw these guys off and see if I can shake em. Be careful. I'll catch you up."
He said it with such confidence they almost believed him.
Hogan watched them go for a second before wrenching his attention back to the job at hand. These Germans were persistent; it was going to be extremely difficult to lose them. He had certain advantages of his own though…
Drawing his pistol, he paused, thought for a second, and reached as well for the one he had hidden on his person. Grimly, he set off.
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Carl fidgeted as he walked, last in line behind the other four men. None of them had liked leaving that American Colonel like that, but he had outranked them. He focused on the noises issuing from the bushes behind him, for several minutes the gunfire and shouting had increased, but now there was a frightening silence.
The bushes rustled. The men froze, poised like skittish horses, ready to bolt.
A black clad figure moved unsteadily through the bushes towards them.
To be continued...(If you'd like me to!)