Author's Note: I don't own Hogan's Heroes. This is a fictional story, any resemblance to persons living or dead is coincidental.

Wilburt watched as the Englishman ran out of the alley and up the street. He had just made it to a black car that was parked a short distance from the hotel, when Wilburt saw two uniformed S.S. soldiers running towards the fleeing man. He ran over to them, "Quick, he is getting away!"

They fired several shots. Wilburt silently prayed none of the shots would hit their target. He almost smiled when the Englander revved the engine and speed away, apparently unharmed. Turning, he made his way back to the hotel. On his way in, he bumped into Lieutenant Freidmann. The officer was angry and barely acknowledged him. Wilburt quickly stepped out of his way and then stared after the irate lieutenant. Part of him wondered what had made the officer so angry. The other part told him to mind his own business and do as he was told, nothing more. The latter won out and he continued into the dining room.

"Herr General?"

Lutzen turned to him, "Ahh, Wilburt. You caught the man that ran out?"

Wilburt shifted uneasily, "Well, uh..." he hated to lie, but telling the truth was not an option here, "Nein...He was too fast...He had a car, as well."

Lutzen's smile vanished and was replaced with a look of annoyance. "Well, we still have Papa Bear. Freidmann said you recognized him?"

Wilburt looked over at the shorter man who was presumed to be Papa Bear, "It was the Englander."

Lutzen's jaw flexed, "The Englander?"

"Jawohl, Herr General." Wilburt said, barely audible.

LeBeau had been listening to the conversation from his spot next to the bar. He felt as if a weight had been lifted from his shoulders. They didn't get Peter. Lutzen walked over to the bar and told the keep to pour him a schnapps.

"General, you should not be drinking." Wilburt said, venturing over to him, "Your ulcer will..."

He didn't get to finish reminding the general of his ulcer, because Wilburt found himself thrown against the wall. Lutzen's cold blue eyes stared at him, angrily. "How dare you." Lutzen said, in a strangled tone, "You knew I wanted the Englander."

"Please, Herr General." Wilburt choked out, "I didn't..."

"Quiet!" Lutzen roared, "I should have you shot for incompetence."

Lutzen's expression turned murderous as he tightened his grip around the young man's throat. Wilburt covered the general's hands with his own, clawing at the vice-like grip. Wilburt's vision started to darken.

Jocelyn screamed as the young man seemed to lose consciousness. Lutzen, startled by the scream, released Wilburt. He spun angrily and struck her across the face and she fell to the floor. LeBeau launched himself at Lutzen while shouting a stream of obscenities in French. The S.S. guards immediately grabbed the shouting Frenchman and yanked him back.

"So, you are French." Lutzen said, smoothly. LeBeau stared at him in surprise. It was as if Lutzen had slipped a mask over his face. Lutzen was not angry, in fact, he was smiling affably. Grabbing his schnapps from the bar he sat down at a table. Lutzen ordered the guards to release LeBeau.

"Please, sit." Lutzen said, gesturing towards the chair across from him. LeBeau studied him for a moment before slowly taking the seat. Lutzen turned towards one of the guards, "Deal with him." he said, gesturing to Wilburt, who was still slumped against the wall. "Now, we have almost half an hour until the train is ready to leave. Perhaps we can come to some sort of agreement."

The guard was trying to make Wilburt come around by slapping him on the face. Jocelyn, recovered from the stunningly vicious blow she'd received, slid over to the guard, "I...I have smelling salts in my handbag."

The guard looked over at her briefly before standing to retrieve the purse. A moment later he returned with a small flask and waved it under Wilburt's nose. Wilburt jerked back at the smell, coughing as his eyes fluttered open, "What...What happened?" he asked, his voice was very hoarse and he was rubbing his aching throat.

"Your general choked you to unconsciousness." Jocelyn answered, flinching as she saw the deep purple bruises forming rapidly on his neck. "You should see a doctor to make sure you are not seriously hurt."

"Danke." Wilburt replied, gratefully. The guard motioned for her to return to her seat. Wilburt stood carefully and walked over to Lutzen, "Herr General, I am sorry. I have failed you."

Lutzen looked up briefly, and then returned his gaze to LeBeau, "Never mind, I want you to go and wait for the train. When it arrives, I want a two cars cleared. A boxcar for the prisoner and a passenger car for me."

"Jawohl, Herr General." Wilburt saluted, and went to fulfill his orders.

LeBeau and Jocelyn stared after him. LeBeau turned to Lutzen, "You have him well trained." he scoffed.

Lutzen smiled almost affectionately, "He tries. I can't stay angry with him for long. He's like my own son." he took a cigar from his pocket, "Now, where were we?"

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Newkirk didn't relax until he was well out of town. He was having a hard time concentrating on the road ahead. All he could think about was that night with Lutzen. The thing's that man, no...that animal put him through. Every time he would shove a memory down another one would take it's place. Finally, he pulled over and climbed out of the car.

I gotta pull myself together, he thought. He ran a hand over his face, Plan...Plan...Gotta think of something. He started to pace like Hogan did when trying to think of something. Going back to Stalag Thirteen would take too long. I can't bust 'em out by myself. Everything he thought of he shot down. He could almost laugh, This must be what it's like for 'Ogan and the lot. Me always shootin' down their plans. If I could talk to 'Ogan, 'e'd know what to do.

He paced for another moment or two before it hit him. Robin 'Ood, of course! Getting back in the car, he turned the car around and headed back the way he came. He drove for about ten minutes and turned left onto a less used lane. He parked the car in the brush, so that it was out of sight. He then set out on foot, traveling as stealthily as he could. He pulled his pistol from his shoulder holster as he approached a farmhouse.

The house was dark and there was no sign of anyone moving about. Must be asleep, he thought. He walked around to the back door and went up the steps. He hesitated momentarily, What if Lutzen's uncovered this part of the underground?

He shook the thought from his head and knocked on the door. He didn't hear anything so he knocked louder.

"You had better have a good reason for disturbing mama." A deep, husky voice said.

Newkirk felt the barrel of a gun being pushed into the small of his back, "Easy, mate. Papa Bear wouldn't want ya shooting 'is best scrounger."

"Newkirk?"

"'Ello, Robi." Newkirk said, turning to face the middle-aged man.

Robi and his wife were well known to the underground as Robin Hood and Marion. Though their sons fought in the Wermacht, they had dedicated their lives, and their home, to the Allied cause. They often housed escaping prisoners and defectors before they traveled on to their next stop.

"We weren't told to expect anyone." Robi said, keeping his voice low, "Last we had heard you had gone underground."

"We were on 'oliday for a bit, but we're back in business." Newkirk said, glancing at his watch, "We 'ad a mission go a little sideways."

Robi arched an eyebrow, "How?"

"My little mate was captured." Newkirk said, still feeling anxious, "I need to use your radio to talk with the colonel."

"Come." Robi said, pointing to the barn that was about sixty yards away from the house. Newkirk followed the older man across the yard and up to the barn. He stopped briefly to survey the tree-line. Seeing nothing, he stepped into the barn and walked over to where Robi was standing beside a lifted trap door.

"It's down the ladder and to the left." Robi said, handing him the lantern from the barn, "I will keep an eye on the door."

"Thanks." Newkirk said, already half way down the ladder. He set his foot on the earthen floor and almost gasped as the memories flooded back. The smell of the dirt walls smelled exactly like the cellar. Reaching behind him, he found the wall and leaned against it, setting the lantern down.

This isn't 'elping. Newkirk thought. He took several deep breaths in an attempt to regulate his breathing. He swiped a hand over his face and was surprised to find he was sweating, heavily. He shook his head and for the millionth time that night told himself to pull it together.

Picking the lantern back up, Newkirk moved over to the table and sat down in the chair. He fumbled with the switches until he had it set to the right frequency.

"Baby Bear calling Papa Bear." Newkirk said into the microphone, "Come in, Papa Bear."

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Hogan threw a down his cards, "Gin, Kommandant."

Klink tried to repress a yawn, "I think you're cheating Hogan."

"Who me?" Hogan said, putting on his best shocked face, "I would never do that. Not to you, Kommandant."

While Hogan was re-shuffling the deck, Klink stood and walked over to the tray Schultz had brought in an hour ago, "More coffee, Hogan?"

Hogan glanced at his mug, "Naw, I still haven't finished mine. You know, you Germans make lousy coffee."

"Hogan." Klink said, warningly. He didn't get a chance to go any further because the phone began to ring. Klink hurried over and picked it up,

"Ja, put him through...Kommandant Klink."

Hogan watched Klink's face hoping to gather a sense of what was going on.

"Major Hochstetter? Whatever is the matter?" Klink said, nervously.

I wonder what's got Hochstetter worked up. Hogan thought, as he dealt the cards.

"Nein...I...I did not. I would never disobey an order from the Gestapo." Klink said, sitting down and fidgeting with the wire, "What?!" Klink cried out in surprise.

I don't like it. Hogan started to get an uneasy feeling in the pit of his stomach.

"No, he was not, Major. I'm sitting with him, as we speak." Klink said, relaxing slightly.

They're talking about me.

"Colonel Hogan is right in front of me." Klink said, as emphatically as he could. Klink rolled his eyes and covered the mouth piece, "Major Hochstetter wants a word with you."

Hogan's eyebrows went up in surprise. He took the phone from Klink's hand and spoke into the receiver, "Colonel Robert Hogan speaking...Hello? Major?"

Hogan heard a click. Looking down at the phone for moment, he handed it back to Klink, "He hung up."

Klink picked up his cards and scoffed, "That man is a crack-pot."

Hogan reorganized his cards and chuckled, "What was he so excited about anyway?"

Klink tossed a card down, "I can't tell you...military secret."

Hogan glanced up at him, "Oh, really?"

Klink nodded, gleefully picking up the card that Hogan purposely threw away.

"C'mon, who am I gonna tell?" Hogan said, trowing another card he knew Klink needed.

Klink snatched it up and practically shouted, "Gin!"

"Aw, you're too good of a card player, sir." Hogan said, plying on the compliments. "Why, I bet you're one of the best in all Germany."

Klink smiled, "Back in the day, I was the best card player in my unit."

"Really, sir?" Hogan said, looking impressed, "So, you were letting me win earlier? Kommandant, you shouldn't do that."

Klink opened his mouth to protest and then closed it again. A smug smile crossed his face, "Of course, I was. Hogan, when will you learn that the Germans are superior in every thing?"

"Maybe in novelty things like cards, but our covert operations are better than yours." Hogan said, pulling a cigar out of Klink's box and handing it to him.

"Oh, you think so?" Klink said, pretentiously. He lit the cigar and inhaled deeply, "Do you know who the Gestapo captured tonight? The infamous, underground leader, Papa Bear!"

Hogan felt sick, "Papa Bear?"

"Hogan, are you feeling all right?" Klink said, noticing that Hogan had gone very pale.

"Actually, no, sir." Hogan managed to croak out, "May I go back to my quarters?"

Klink shook his head, "Hochstetter said that you were to remain here all night."

"Obviously, he wanted to have you keep an eye on me, thinking I was Papa Bear." Hogan said, "He was wrong. Papa Bear has been captured and I'm still here."

Klink looked at him thoughtfully, "I'll tell you what, let me call Hochstetter. If he says you may go, you can go." Klink picked up the phone and requested to be put through to Gestapo headquarters.

Hogan wasn't paying any attention to Klink or his conversation with Hochstetter. He walked over to the office window and gazed at the compound. Why isn't Hochstetter here? Hogan thought, If he caught Newkirk and LeBeau he should be busting down the door. Unless... Hogan's face broke into a half-smile, He wasn't in on the capture.

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Kinch and Carter were still waiting in the tunnel when the radio came to life.

"Baby Bear calling Papa bear. Come in Papa Bear."

"It's Newkirk." Carter said, as Kinch sat down and returned the call.

"Baby Bear, this is Papa Bear. We read you loud and clear."

"The mission went sideways. They captured my little mate."

Kinch swallowed hard, "All right, Baby Bear. Where are you?"

"I'm with Robin 'Ood. I 'ave a plan. But I need to know which way they're using to take 'im to 'Ammelburg."

"Stand by, Baby Bear. We'll see if we can get that info." Kinch said, setting down the microphone and turning to Carter, "Stay with the radio."

Carter nodded and slipped into the chair after Kinch got up. Kinch climbed the ladder quickly. He was on his way into the colonel's office when he collided with Baker.

"Kinch, LeBeau and Newkirk were captured." Baker said, recovering first.

Kinch shook his head, "Just LeBeau. Peter contacted us on the radio. He has a plan, but he needs to know which route they'll take to Hammelburg." Kinch said, softly. He was keeping his voice lowered so as not to arouse any of the sleeping men, "I need to tell the colonel, somehow."

"He should be here any minute." Baker said, as the door opened and Hogan and Schultz stepped in.

"You will have the Englander and the cockroach back before roll call, yes?" Schultz was pleading with the American.

"I'll see what I can do." Hogan said, "Now go, so I can get to work."

Schultz face looked puzzled. He started to say something before he shook his head and mumble something about wanting to know nothing.

Hogan hurried over to the two sergeants, "We have 'til morning, then Hochstetter gets here to question me."

Kinch motioned to the tunnel, "Carter's down with Newkirk on the radio."

"He wasn't captured?" Hogan asked, climbing down the ladder.

"No, sir." Kinch said, following him.

"Carter, is he still there?" Hogan asked, picking up the microphone when the younger man nodded, "Baby Bear, do you read me?"

Loud and clear, Papa Bear.

"What happened?" Hogan asked, tersely.

Well, we got there about an hour late. My little mate went in first and I followed a couple minutes later. 'E contacted Ladybird and they talked for a little while.

"Did he get the package?" Hogan questioned.

I dunno. I no sooner got in then I recognized one of Lutzen's men. I was close enough to the back-door that I made a run for it. I 'ave a plan. I just need ta know which way they're taking to 'Ammelburg.

"They aren't taking them to Hammelburg." Hogan stated, "Klink said the Getapo are putting them on a train to Berlin. Hochstetter's furious."

Then they'll be on the train Ladybird came in on. I'm with Robin Hood. We can still use my plan it'll just 'ave to be bigger.

"What's your plan?" Hogan asked

No time now. Gotta get going.

"What's your plan?" Hogan repeated, "Baby Bear? Baby Bear?!"

"I think he hung up, boy." Carter said, "Uh, sir."

Hogan shot him a withering look before turning to Kinch, "Get London on the line. Tell them we've had a hiccup in the mission."

"What about the sub?" Kinch asked.

Hogan shrugged, "Tell them to cancel the pick-up. There's no way we could make it and we don't even have the package."

"Yes, sir." Kinch said, sitting down and calling London on the radio.

"What are we going to do?" Carter asked.

"Nothing we can do." Hogan said, sitting on the edge of the table. "We can only wait and pray that Newkirk's plan works."

"And that he's capable of pulling it off." Baker said, quietly.

"You don't think he goofed and that's why LeBeau was captured, do you?" Carter asked the colonel.

"I don't know. We just have to wait." Hogan said, pinching the bridge of his nose to relieve his headache. "Baker, make some coffee."

P.S. Well, I'm late on the update, again...but it's another long one, so I hope that makes up for it. Haha
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