Switzerland April 1968

Robert Hogan stopped before stepping onto the porch of the Gestapo safe house, leaning down he checked under the wood for wires or trip alarms. Not seeing anything, he and Newkirk made their way to the door checking for traps. Still not finding any, they entered the house at the same time Wolfgang came through the back door. The house was empty except for the three men. Hochstetter wasn't here. The place was small with only four rooms, so each took an area to search for clues as to where they should go next.

Hogan walked into the bedroom surveying the contents, a bed, a small bedside table, and a dresser with an oval mirror. He checked each one not expecting to find any information, and then he stood in the middle of the room thinking. When he was a prisoner of war, he had all kinds of hiding places that the Germans never found. Getting down on the floor, he ran his hands along the floorboard until he found a piece that was loose. Unfortunately there was nothing behind it. Next he studied the walls looking for any clues as to hiding places. Walking over to the window sill he ran his hands over it.

"Gov'nor, whatcha doing?" Newkirk's cockney accent was thick.

"At first sight there's nothing here, but watch," he said with a smile as he popped open a hidden latch and revealed a pistol and extra clips hidden below. "Remember the types of hiding places we came up with back at Stalag 13?"

"I see what you're gettin' out. I'll show Wolfie 'ere, where and how to look for them," Newkirk responded with a matching grin. He was thinking back to where they hid the documents behind a bulletin board, guns in the stools, and a wall pane pulled out for hanging maps.

Hogan could hear Newkirk explaining to their godson about how they came up with all types of creative hiding places. He continued to check throughout the bedroom, and found another pistol but nothing else. Next he moved into the kitchen with its many intricate hiding places.

Wolfgang watched his uncles in amazement as they expertly examined every inch of the house. He knew he was lucky growing up with the male influences he had in his life. They'd both fought in World War Two and the Korean War. He'd grown up hearing about their antics and sabotage stories, even as they were well entrenched in fight the Cold War. What better training could he have had as he took up the front lines in this Cold War, than to grow up in a family of master spies? Now as Hogan and Newkirk adroitly found several hiding places and information, he was still learning from them. He couldn't help the pride that swelled in his heart. He was looking through the main room, when Newkirk found a hidden floor safe. Hogan quickly came in from the kitchen to look at it.

"Do you think you can open it?" Hogan asked excited that they may have actually found something useful.

Newkirk looked hurt at his statement, "Gov'nor, are you doubting me now?"

"Sorry ol' chap didn't mean to offend you," there was a sparkle in Hogan's eye as he teased the Brit.

Without another word, Newkirk went to work on the safe and made quick work of the lock and turned the handle. That's when Wolfgang jumped in and stopped him. "Wait, there's a lever back here that has to be released or it'll destroy the contents of the safe."

"Where the bloody hell did you learn that? I know for a fact I never showed you," Newkirk looked impressed that his godson knew about the old WW2 safes the Germans had come up with. There were very few left in the world.

"Mum has one like it. I was eleven the first time I got it open. Course I'd tried for almost a year before I learned all the secrets," Wolfgang grinned.

"You're not supposed to know about your mother's safe," Hogan said with a mixture of shock and admiration.

Wolfgang shrugged his shoulders and smirked, never telling that he and Kat had opened Hogan's identical safe when he was fifteen. He was going to have an exciting story to tell his love, when they returned home. He wished she could have made this trip with him, but knew that it was safer for her to be in London. Although Kat had said yes to his marriage proposal, she wanted him to official ask her dad, before they announced their upcoming wedding plans. She'd always been daddy's girl and took after her father. Wolfgang was finding it difficult to talk to his Uncle Rob about marrying his daughter, but right now he had to focus on the mission at hand. Kat would understand the delay.

Newkirk opened the safe and took out the contents. Inside were two Argentine passports without identifying pictures, but the names on them were instantly recognized by Hogan. They were the same names on the Gestapo Section Eight paper that he'd burned in Angie's kitchen all those years ago. Next a sheet of paper was found with two addresses on it. The first was Hochstetter's home address and the second one that Hogan hadn't seen before. "I think we have something here. This is in town and most likely not too far from Hochstetter's house. We should check it out," Hogan declared while Newkirk looked at the rest of the paperwork. Nothing else seemed important but they took it all anyway.

"Do you think mum is all right?" Wolfgang asked as they left the house for the car. The fleeting look of pain in Newkirk's eyes didn't go unnoticed by him. He knew that his Uncle Peter had secrets that even Hogan didn't know about. Wolfgang was quite surprised when he'd learned them a few years ago. Growing up in a family of spies taught one how to never disclose all you knew.

"I think we need to assume she is until we know different, but we need to find her and sooner rather than later to make sure," Hogan replied as the three climbed into the car and headed back to town.

They arrived on the street and took positions to survey the house before entering it to see if anyone was home. No cars were in the driveway, and the house was dark so it didn't look like Hochstetter and Angie were here. But perhaps they'd find a clue as to where to look next inside.

Who they didn't see was the man whom had been following them earlier in the day. He'd carefully chosen his hiding spot years ago, knowing that someday MI-6 or the CIA might try to arrest him for war crimes. Hogan, I knew you'd show up here sooner or later. Now there's no way for you to escape from me. You made a fool of me once, and I'm going to enjoy killing you, he thought with a malevolent laugh.


Germany December 1944:

Tiger stayed hidden in the trees as she watched the house knowing it was a trap. The color of the smoke coming out of the chimney was all wrong. Hogan wasn't inside waiting for her, the Gestapo were. She surveyed the farm looking for men outside watching for their prey – her and Papa Bear. Cautiously walking around the outer edge of the farm, Tiger was surprised to find no other Gestapo hanging around. Whoever was inside the house were cocky enough to think she'd just waltz into the place. Obviously they didn't know her at all, and she wasn't going to give them the chance to become better acquainted.

She made her way slowly to the far side of the barn and entered from the blindside of the house. There were no backup guards hiding in it either, which meant that if she or Hogan went inside the house, they'd never come out alive. Although she'd never seen or meet the head of Düsseldorf Gestapo, she knew he was a violent cruel animal not fit to be called a man. The Gestapo were all bad, but he was one of the worst. She'd heard of the condition some of the underground agents were found in after being picked up by him. He enjoyed dumping what was left of the bodies back where they'd been found as a warning to other underground members of what awaited them, if he caught them. It was an exercise in psychological warfare and terror.

Warily making her way to the side of the barn that faced the house, she peered through the hole in the slats making up the wall. From her vantage point she could see if anyone left the house from the front or back, and the area that Hogan would most likely approach the place. Movement from one of the curtains caught her eye and she focused all of her attention on it.

"Do you see something?" Hochstetter asked as Braun's face became very businesslike looking out the window.

"I'm not sure, but I thought I might have seen movement in the barn. More like a shadow across some boards, but then with the snow falling I can't be positive it wasn't a shift in the clouds," Braun answered studying the area suspiciously. He was weighing the options in his mind.

"Do you think we should investigate?" Hochstetter was watching from another window trying to decide the best move.

"No, we'd leave tracks in the snow. I'm not sure someone is there and Fraulein Monet should be here soon. I don't want to get caught outside at this venture. Let's back off and see if anyone comes inside," Braun suggested moving away from the window and back to the table. "If someone is there, they won't stay out there long. As soon as they think it's safe, they'll be in here drawn by the warmth of the fire."

"Surely if the fraulein thinks that it's a trap, she'll never come in here," Hochstetter said shaking his head. He was becoming worried about this plan.

"You give the fraulein too much credit. She is only a woman," Braun rolled his eyes at Hochstetter.

"I think you don't give her enough credit. She's obviously intelligent enough to unite the French and German undergrounds," Hochstetter threw back at him with anger. "I don't want anything to go wrong tonight and Hogan to slip through my hands again!"

"Don't worry. Have I ever failed to deliver on a promise before? Hogan will pay for his crimes before the night is over," Braun tried to placate his friend. Sometimes Hochstetter was too jumpy in his opinion. "Besides, I don't think she actually is a leader in the underground, but most likely she's the courier they use to unite the two organizations."

Tiger kept watch from her vantage point thankful for the barn at least keeping the snow off of her. She was freezing but had to stay at her post to keep her amant safe.

Hogan gave last minute orders to Kinch before he headed out the tree trunk exit for his rendezvous with Tiger. He carried a bottle of wine in his pack and some food taken from the officers' mess. It wouldn't be all business tonight, he thought grinning to himself. Although he was anxious to meet up with the French underground leader, he was just as vigilant as if he were out to blow up a bridge. Running into a patrol would definitely put a damper on his plans for the night. The snow had started to fall about half way to his destination making his trip take longer as he disguised his tracks and had to take a farther route to not lead anyone directly to them.

Arriving at the farm, he noticed the smoke from the chimney, but something was definitely amiss. Squatting behind a bush he could see the smallest movement from the front windows and the hair on the back of his neck stood up on end. If Tiger was safely waiting in there, then the signs were all wrong. Had she been capture and being held hostage? He took his gun out and started to make a plan to infiltrate the house unnoticed.

A few moments earlier Braun declared, "It's time. Our prey has arrived; let's invite them inside, shall we?" He gloated turning to Hochstetter who was grinning from ear to ear. They sat their trap into motion.

Hogan's alert senses felt someone behind him, before he heard them, and he spun around holding them at gun point, only to find he was also at business end of a gun.