Code Name Angel
By
Jennaya
The next day things were pretty much back to normal around the barracks, with the men becoming a little more comfortable with their guest. Carter and Angel spent several hours in his lab, exchanging ideas and ways to make different types of explosives. LeBeau and Newkirk went shopping in the officer's mess for food, and he created a special farewell meal for Angel. Which she praised highly and once again asked him to come to London with her. Everyone laughed as Hogan said he had to stay in Germany.
When nightfall came, the courier plane arrived on time to pick Angel up. The five men were all down in the tunnel to say goodbye to her.
"Good luck luv, I'm glad to have had a chance to get to know you," Newkirk gave her a hug. "I hope your next job is a bit safer than this one was."
"It's been my honor to get to know everyone here. This job has been the most memorable, not sure anything will top it," she gave Hogan a wink; he hadn't shared with the men her true mission.
"Good luck Angie, you won't have any trouble getting back to London," Kinch assured her.
"Au revoir et voyage sur," LeBeau kissed her on both cheeks. Goodbye and have a safe trip.
"Thank you, all of you for helping me get out dead and alive," Angel replied.
"Newkirk and Carter will get you to the plane," Hogan informed her. "Is there anything else that needs to be taken care of that we can do?"
"There is one thing," Angel said. Newkirk put his hands in his pocket and shook his head. LeBeau rolled his eyes heavenward crossing his arms. Kinch smiled knowingly…the Colonel was going to be kissed by another pretty lady. All of them watched in shock, as Angel walked over to Carter and kissed him goodbye. Carter's eyes bugged out and he turned red. "You have been so sweet Andrew, thank you for everything. I hope we can stay in touch. Now I'm ready to go Colonel," Angel said.
The heroes were speechless until the Colonel told them to move out. Newkirk and Carter led her out to the plane making sure she safely made it aboard, and then brought their supplies home.
A few hours later Kinch was at the radio taking down an incoming mission. Hogan walked over watching him take it down waiting for it to be decoded.
"Colonel, London says that the transport plane with Angel aboard landed safely a few minutes ago. They send their congratulations on a job well done," Kinch informed him.
"That's great, thanks Kinch." Hogan replied taking the paper from him. Then the radio started beeping again.
"London has another job for us…details are coming in now," Kinch said as he took it down.
"Of course they do, we get no rest from them. Let me know when you have it all down," Hogan replied.
London - June 18, 1945
"Carter, exactly who are we visiting here?" Hogan asked with deep concern. Carter had dragged him over to the base hospital saying that they needed to visit someone recently admitted, but wouldn't say whom.
"It won't be long now sir," the Sergeant was becoming more excited as they drew closer to their destination. That seemed strange to Hogan, why would anyone be excited about a hospital visit?
They stepped out of the elevator and into the maternity ward, instantly Hogan had a knot take over his stomach. "Carter, is there something you need to tell me?" He asked with a raised eyebrow.
"No, sir, there's something I need to show you," he was bright eyed with excitement. Hogan was trying to put it all together. Was Carter in trouble and had a child? He didn't know how it would have happened; after all they'd only been in London a few weeks since leaving Germany. He was trying to think back to all the women who came through Stalag 13 in the last nine months. No one jumped out at him that Carter would have had a relationship with. Carter led him into a room. "Hi Angie, how are you feeling today?"
She was holding her newborn son. "It's good to see you Andrew, welcome Colonel Hogan. We're all doing great."
"Angie," Hogan greeted her a little confused. His head was spinning, it couldn't be? There was no way Carter was the father. Could he be?
Carter walked over to the other crib and picked up the baby girl, then took her over to where Hogan stood, "Isn't she beautiful? She looks exactly like her mother. Colonel, I'd like you to meet Lisal and that is her little brother Wolfgang. They're two days old."
Hogan's head was clearing a bit, "These aren't yours, but Major Hochstetter's kids."
Carter laughed, "Of course they're not mine, but I am one of their god-fathers."
"Congratulations Angie, I didn't know you were expecting when you were with us." Hogan was relieved he hadn't missed something with Carter. Some remaining pieces of the puzzle were starting to fall into place.
"That's why I had to come home so quickly. I won't apologize for my babies; they were born out of love." Angie had a familiar determination in her eyes.
"And you shouldn't have to explain anything to anyone." Most of all to me, he thought. "Just out of curiosity, what are you going to tell them about their father?"
"I will tell them that he died in the war fighting for his country. He was a good man, and we loved each other completely," Angie explained. "That he loved his country, and did what he thought was right to protect it. I just won't tell them what country he was fighting for."
"I think that's a wise decision. Wow twins, you're going to have your hands full. Will your family be helping?" Hogan asked genuinely concerned. An unwed mother wasn't exactly accepted in society. As far as Hochstetter being a good man, well he didn't think that was a conversation for right now.
"I asked Angie to come to the States with me and let my family help raise them, since her family was killed in the air raids on London." Carter was still grinning as he rocked the tiny baby girl. Hogan thought that sounded like him, his big heart would have the room to raise these infants. "But she's decided to stay in England."
"Well hello, hello, hello, everyone is here," Newkirk's voice was cheerful as he entered, "Gov'nor, I see you've met the wee ones. Aren't they adorable, sir?"
"How did you two know about this and I didn't?" Hogan was confused. "Someone explain what's going on to me."
"Angie and I have been writing to each other since she got back to London," Carter answered him. "In her second letter, she told me about the babies. We've become good friends, and after a while I told Newkirk."
"I didn't know that," Hogan was surprised. What else didn't he know? How did he not know that?
"We always wrote in code Colonel Hogan, or sent the letters by courier. So there would never be any danger to your organization," Angie replied. "Andrew is a very sweet man and has been so helpful."
"What exactly does by 'courier mean'?" Hogan wasn't sure he wanted to know, but knew he had to ask.
"In the boxes with the explosives that London sent us, sometimes there would be letters from Angie. I could only send her ones through the mail system," Carter answered. Hogan shook his head in amazement, when had Carter grown up and he didn't see it?
"Angie is going to stay with my sister, Mavis and me for a while. She's going to need help with the two of them." Newkirk was proud to announce. "Angie, you're going to love what Mavis has done with the nursery. As soon as the three of you are ready to be discharged, Mavis will come up and then we'll get you all settled in. And luv, I did speak with the General, and he wanted me to assure you that as soon as he hears anything on the Major's whereabouts, he'll contact you immediately."
"What do you mean Newkirk?" Hogan was lost by his last statement. He realized that even though he was their commanding officer in Stalag 13, he really didn't know everything that was going on there.
"Major Hochstetter's whereabouts, sir, if you remember we didn't hear anything about him after the news of old scramble brains off'd himself. It turns out nobody else has either, and he's listed as missing. If he shows up in one of the camps for processing, the General promised he'd let her know," Newkirk explained to him.
"And then what will happen?" Hogan asked wondering if anything might have changed. He half doubted that Hochstetter would ever see the inside of a prison. Although personally, Hogan would put him in one if he had half a chance.
"Then he will be tried for war crimes, and face whatever sentence they give him," Angel answered. "Thank you Peter, I know the Allies will find out what's happened to Wolfgang. Colonel Hogan, you have a truly remarkable team."
"Yes I do," Hogan agreed. He was proud of the way they'd rallied around the British agent, code name Angel, who had been their protector. Yes, he did have an amazing team.
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