That day's search proved no more successful than the day before. To cover more area, they had split up into teams of two. Baker remained behind to cover the radio and keep an eye on things at their main base.

It was late evening before they began to arrive back at the bookstore. Newkirk and Crittendon were the first team to arrive back. They were soon followed by LeBeau and Marie. Upon arrival, the latter two went to Hogan's kitchen and began preparing dinner for the group.

It was almost dark when Hogan pulled the staff car to a stop in front of the bookstore. He and Klink got out and headed towards the outside entrance to his apartment in the back. They had only taken a few steps when someone stepped out of the shadows from behind and said, "Hogan, darling, did you miss me? And my dear Klink. Who would dream that I would find the two of you here together?"

The two men stopped in their tracks and before turning around guessed almost in unison, "Marya?"

The woman smiled and with a shrug, responded, "Who else? And my small one, LeBeau, is he here too?"

Hogan could see that she was attracting attention. "Let's take this inside, okay," he suggested, motioning towards the entrance to his apartment.

"Whatever you say, Hogan, darling," conceded Marya, as she headed in that direction. Hogan and Klink exchanged exasperated glances, then followed.

As soon as they'd entered and the door was closed, Marya threw her arms around Hogan. "Kiss me, Hogan. I'm yours."

Hogan struggled to fend her off. "Not now," he protested. "There's more important business."

"Like finding your missing man? I hope it wasn't my little LeBeau."

"No, it wasn't your 'little LeBeau.' It was Carter. " After a moment's consideration, Hogan gazed at her more intensely. "Wait a minute. How did you know there was a man missing?"

"I have connections…They've heard rumors. So here I am," Marya declared.

"And I suppose you're planning to offer your help."

"Why else would I be here, Hogan, darling? You say that it's Carter that Major Hochstetter has?" Marya brushed the air with her hand. "Let him keep him." Marya started to put her arms around Hogan again. "We can find more interesting things to do, eh?"

Hogan pulled free once more. "I'm going to find Carter," he insisted. "He's been injured. And we're going to find Frau Linkmeyer, too."

Marya looked puzzled. "Frau Linkmeyer? Who's she?"

"General Burkhalter's sister…and a friend," answered Hogan. "I can't give you all the details. It's been classified need-to-know. Suffice it to say, she's proven her loyalty to our side and we're not going to let her down now."

Marya smiled flippantly. "All right, Hogan, darling. If you insist."

Hogan was adamant. "I insist."

LeBeau entered from the kitchen. "Any luck?" he asked, too concerned to notice Marya.

"Afraid not," Hogan replied.

Marya raised her arms towards LeBeau as if to welcome a hug. "There you are, my handsome small one. How are you?"

It was then LeBeau noticed her. "Married," he simply answered.

"Married!" Marya repeated, giving an over-dramatized act of being heartstricken. "How could you do this to me? After all we've meant to each other?"

LeBeau shrugged. "We were in love. Besides, she's French and can cook."

Marie glanced in from the kitchen. "Anything?" she wondered.

LeBeau shook his head. "Non." Then, the two of them headed back into the kitchen to finish dinner.

Marya glanced at Hogan. "That the little woman?"

Hogan managed a weak grin. "Yeah."

"And more his size," observed Marya.

"Exactly," Hogan agreed.

Marya sighed. "Oh, well. I'll still have you, Hogan, darling." Then, she reached out and grabbed Klink's arm. "And my dear, Klink." Klink immediately pulled his arm away in annoyance.

"Let's join the others by the fireplace, shall we?" suggested Hogan, as he led the way in that direction. Newkirk and Felix were seated on the sofa, their backs to the doorway. Crittendon was seated in a nearby easy chair, giving a profile view to the newcomers.

Marya suddenly stopped and Hogan followed suit. Glancing at Hogan, Marya asked, "That man, the one in the chair, who is he?"

Hogan was puzzled. "Crittendon? He's Colonel Rodney Crittendon, RAF. Also came to offer his help."

"You really must introduce us, Hogan," Marya insisted. "He looks so dashing just sitting there. And that mustache…cute doesn't begin to describe it."

"All right, come on," agreed Hogan, hoping Marya was indeed going to turn a little of her attention elsewhere.

As they approached, Crittendon stood in a gentlemanly manner. Once Hogan had quickly made the introductions, Crittendon reached out, took her hand and kissed it gallantly. "You may call me Rodney," he declared.

Marya smiled pleasantly. "Excellent…and of course, you may call me Marya like everyone else."

Hogan and Newkirk exchanged glances and shook their heads incredulously. And at that moment, the inkling of a plan started to form in Hogan's mind.

- - -

It was getting late by the time they had finished eating. "I think I'll take Felix and head on upstairs, Gov'nor," declared Newkirk. "It'll be his bedtime before long. I'll be back first thing in the morning."

"All right," Hogan agreed. "Thanks, Newkirk."

As they were leaving, LeBeau and Marie came in from the kitchen. "The dishes are done, mon Colonel," LeBeau said. "I think it's time we were headed home, too."

"Okay, thank you both, for your help with the search and the delicious meal. See you early tomorrow."

"Oui, mon Colonel," acknowledged LeBeau, as they headed out the door.

Marya stood, walked over behind Crittendon, and put her arms around him. "Rodney, darling, you promised to demonstrate some of your Killer Judo moves after dinner."

"Right you are," he stated, rising to his feet as Marya removed her arms. "You don't mind, do you, Hogan? We'll move things out of the way and will be careful not to break anything. You have my word, what?"

"You'd better not," Hogan warned. "I'd still like to have an apartment when you're finished. Go on. Make yourselves at home…just be careful.

Crittendon nodded. "Good as done."

"I'll keep an eye on them, Hogan," promised Klink, as Hogan headed towards the door.

"You mean, you're not staying to watch, Hogan, darling?" pouted Marya, sounding a little disappointed.

"No, I'm not staying to watch," Hogan answered. "I've got something I have to do."

- - -

Hogan left his apartment and walked around to the front of the bookstore. Taking a key from his pocket, he unlocked the door and entered. Then, he made his way through the darkness to the back of store and entered their underground base below. He could have used the secret entrance in his apartment, but had decided to keep that and certain other details of his new operation a secret from both Crittendon and Marya.

Baker looked up from the radio when he entered. "Headquarters still has nothing to report," he informed Hogan.

Hogan frowned. "Figured as much," he admitted. "Well, I guess I'd better get this over with."

Hogan made his way down the hallway to the cell where they were holding Burkhalter. He entered the room and found Burkhalter lying on his bunk.

"Come over to the table where we can talk," ordered Hogan.

"If you think you're going to get me to change my mind, you're wasting your time…and mine," Burkhalter told him, remaining where he lay.

"Look, I'm not in any mood for your games," Hogan snapped. "Get over to the table…NOW!"

"All right," Burkhalter conceded, finally heading that way. "But I still say it's a waste of time."

Once Burkhalter had been seated, Hogan pulled the extra chair up to sit across from him. "This concerns your sister."

"How many times must I tell you I have no sister?" asked Burkhalter with annoyance.

Hogan glared at him. "Fine. I just thought you should know that she's been kidnapped by Hochstetter. She and Carter."

Burkhalter was stunned for a moment, then growled, "Hochstetter? When?"

"Late yesterday afternoon," Hogan answered.

Anger flashed across Burkhalter's face. "And you're only telling me this now! A man like Hochstetter kidnaps my sister and you wait at least thirty hours before you let me know!"

"You said you had no sister," Hogan reminded him.

"I was angry at what she'd done. I believed she betrayed our country…and me. But now…" Burkhalter paused momentarily, and Hogan could see the pain in the man's face. "She's in Hochstetter's hands. If anything happens, I may never have the chance to tell her I forgive her…to tell her that I still love her no matter what."

"We're doing everything we can to find them," Hogan insisted.

Burkhalter's expression was as pained as before. "And if it's not enough? That Hochstetter…if he hurts her, I'll…I'll…"

"We won't give up the search," Hogan assured him.

"Let me know if you find anything," pleaded Burkhalter. "And immediately, this time."

"All right, we'll keep you informed," promised Hogan, as he stood to leave.

Burkhalter watched as Hogan reached to open the door. "Hogan!" he called. Hogan glanced back and Burkhalter added, "Find my sister and bring her back…safe."

"I'll do my best." Hogan closed the cell door and then headed back the way he had come, hoping that his best was good enough, for both of Hochstetter's prisoners.