Well I'm back! I won't be updating for a while because this weekend *happy dance* is the parade I've been preparing for since January! So pray that my horse won't freak out and that all the other horses do well-there haven't been horses in this parade for thirty-five years, so it's an honor we've been invited. :)

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Onto the next chapter!

-Shire from CollieandShire


Chapter Nine

Battle Plans and Escape Plans

"Because of extensive research I had to do on World War II battles for my oral reports, I have had plenty of time to learn about the Battle of Kursk." Emma explained, her eyes gleaming as she rubbed her hands together in excitement. "You see, in two days the Germans are going to make an attempt to encircle the Red Army around Kursk by coming in from the Southern and Northern borders of the Eastern Front."

"That's old news, we already knew about that." Hogan told her. "The British informed us of that several months ago, and the Russians have been preparing since."

"Ah, but you don't know what direction the battle will go." Emma reminded him. Hogan considered this, and then nodded his head.

"Alright then, who's going to win?"

"It won't be decided until August, but the Russians will win the battle. The German troops will lose tons of their new Tiger tanks, but the real reason they lose is because they were called out of the battle. With the winning of The Battle of Kursk the Russians will began their march towards Berlin. And the reason why the Germans were called out of the battle was because your troops attacked Italy and they were called to defend that border."

"How did you know about the planned Italian invasion?" Carter sputtered.

"I just told you, I know about these things because I'm from the future." Emma sighed, crossed her arms and glared at Carter. "It's not that hard to get, Carter."

At this LeBeau and Newkirk burst out into laughter, Newkirk slapping his knee.

"Blimey, she's got Carter's brilliance down already!" Newkirk roared.

"Alright, knock it off." Hogan commanded. LeBeau and Newkirk did their best, though a couple of snickers they let loose now and then.

"I have come to the conclusion that either you're the biggest liar I've ever met, or this is actually true." Hogan told her. "Considering just how much information you already know about I'm beginning to believe the impossible might just be true."

"You know what Sherlock Holmes said." Emma grinned. "When you eliminated the possible and all that's left is the impossible, the impossible must be the answer."

"I don't think that's exactly how the quote went." Kinch commented, smiling.

Emma rolled her eyes. "You get the basic idea."

"Well men, what do you think?" Hogan asked, turning to his four trusted companions. "I would appreciate your opinion on this."

"I think it's crazy. But as crazy as it sounds, it seems true." Newkirk commented, glancing at Emma. "It would certainly explain 'ow you and your friend managed to get into this much trouble."

"I agree with Newkirk." Carter declared. "How else would she know about the planned Italian invasion?"

"Unless of course you're a spy, like the Germans seem to think you are." Hogan teased. Emma shot him an annoyed look, to which he responded with that cocky grin of his.

"Well, I'm with the others." LeBeau announced. "Though I think this is the craziest thing I've ever heard, considering how much you know either you're the youngest spy in the German army or what you're saying is true."

"Three yes votes." Hogan turned to Kinch. "Well, Kinch?"

Kinch bit his lower lip thoughtfully. "It's amazing, to say the least." He said at last. "It's really quite something. But I'm with the others. The only way she could have known about this is if she's a spy, which I doubt, or if she really and truly is from the future."

"Well, I guess that settles it." Hogan stated, turning to Emma. "That's quite an impressive story you've got there, Emma."

"What's it like in the future?" Carter inquired. "Do you have flying automobiles?"

"Naw." Emma waved it off. "We've just got some more improved cars. Actually the future isn't all that impressive. Sure, we've got a lot of cool gadgets and stuff, but…" Emma thought about her life and how it compared to these men. How unimportant and childish her life seemed compared to Hogan and the others, who risked their life every day to help others. "In all reality, the future is a real let down." Emma sighed.

"'ow so?" Newkirk asked.

"We have so many things that we've been blessed with, and we take everything for granted. There's no moral in my time, no one seems to have any conviction. It's really sad."

That brought a wave of silence as they pondered the meaning of these words. "Not much conviction going around in this country either." LeBeau murmured. "As I'm sure you know."

Emma nodded. Oh, she knew alright. And the worst part was yet to be discovered by the allies. Those horrid concentration camps.

"Okay, we've discussed part one, now let's move onto part two." Hogan announced, breaking the awkward silence. "Saving Emma's friend."

"Got any of your brilliant ideas, Governour?" Newkirk asked, his face breaking into a wide grin.

Hogan leaned back in his chair, all eyes on him. That grin of his began to creep onto his face as he contemplated his newest scheme. "I think the Gestapo is in for a visit from a General."


Faith's head nodded as she drooped over, then she jerked it up as the guard struck the door with a crowbar. Faith groaned, and glared at her guard. He returned the look with one of equal fierceness, and continued to pace in front of her confinements.

It had to be almost afternoon, and Faith was exhausted. Brilliant torture methods, Colonel Fischer. She growled to herself. Not letting her get sleep was probably one of the best ways to get to her. But even if she was willing to give information, she had no idea where Emma was anyways. And I would NEVER betray my friend! No, she would never do it. She wouldn't give them a single drop of information to go by. Even if they had to kill her, they'd never get anything out of her!

The thought of death sent an uncontrollable chill down her back, and she shivered. Oh, I don't want to die! Who did? The very thought of it made her want to vomit, but she forced back such gruesome thoughts and instead began to survey the cell once more. There had to be a way out of there, she just wasn't looking hard enough. But as she played her eyes over the cell her heart sank once more. She had looked and looked and looked. Nothing. The room was as solid as could be. They sure built this thing in mind of escapes. Duh. Of course they did!

Faith's thoughts wondered over to Emma. Where was she right now? What was she doing? Perhaps she'd found someone from the Resistance to help her out. Would she leave Germany without me? Faith wondered. She shook the thought out of her head, but it still nagged there. You should be happy if she gets out! Faith scolded herself. A yawn came over her, and she put her hand up to her mouth.

"Nein sleep, Fraulein!" the guard barked in strained English, poking his head around the corner of the door and glaring at her.

"I'd love to see you stop me." Faith muttered.

"Vhat!" he snapped, his blue eyes flashing.

"Nothing." Faith growled. She glanced at the guard. "You know, you're the epitome of a Nazi. Blonde hair, blue eyes, heavy German accent."

At this the guard smiled and clicked his heels. "Danke." He beamed. "Vater vould be pleased to hear zat."

Faith considered telling him it wasn't a compliment, and then decided a different tactic. "How old are you?" she asked. If she couldn't get him to let her sleep by being stubborn, perhaps being nice would soften him up.

"Twenty-one dis Friday." He told her. "I joined za Army three years ago."

"Is anyone else in your family in the army?"

He was about to respond when the hall door open, and he stiffened. Clicking his heels he straightened and saluted, and Faith reasoned someone of higher rank had entered the cell area.

"Corporal!" a voice barked. Faith groaned inwardly. Major Hochstetter. "Vhat are you doing talking to za prisoner?"

Hochstetter appeared in Faith's narrow view from the cell, and he didn't look that happy. Wonder why he's speaking in English. No doubt to make sure that Faith heard every word.

The Corporal uttered something in German, in an attempt to plead his case. Hochstetter snapped something in German, and the Corporal saluted. Then went back to pacing the hall.

"Vell, Fraulein." Hochstetter turned towards Faith, his eyes proving he was as tired as she was but attempting to keep a soldier's stance. "I trust zat Corporal Han ist making sure you don't get one bit of sleep, ja?"

"Do I look like I'm asleep?" Faith countered, annoyed. Why did these Germans have to drag everything out so?

Hochstetter narrowed his eyes and adjusted his black cap, the skull of the Gestapo glinting evilly. "You won't be so sassy when za Colonel deals with you tonight. He's getting his rest so he'll be ready for tonight's interrogation."

"Aww, you don't get to get the day off Major? After your long night?" Faith teased. She was surprised at how bold she was being, but maintained an innocent look. If someone told me I would sass a Nazi Major I'd laugh at them. Then again, no one would ever tell her that because Nazi Majors didn't exist in 2013.

Major Hochstetter practically growled, much to Faith's amusement. He didn't say anything for a minute, just stood there with that horrid scowl on his face. "Ve vill break your vill, Fraulein." He hissed, his eyes blazing. Faith shifted her weight uncomfortably on the bed she was sitting on. "And vhen ve do you'll vish you'd never been born."

With that, Hochstetter turned around and stomped away, the door slamming behind him. Faith sat there, rigid, as she took in a deep breath.

"You zhouldn't make him so angry, Fraulein." The Corporal whispered, edging towards the door and glancing at her. "He meanz vhat he says."

"I know." Faith croaked. "I know."


I keep leaving Faith with so many cliffhangers, hopefully RowdyClara doesn't mind that she's in so much trouble. :D (I gave you all the adventure 'cause I thought you'd enjoy it. :D)

Hope you enjoyed this chapter and please review! It makes my day! See you after the parade!

-Shire