Carter flung a hand back, holding LeBeau back. He then shifted weight and twisted, sweeping out a foot and hooking it around Simmons' ankle. With an inhumanly fast turn, he pulled and brought Simmons to his knees. He stared at Trenton who bounded towards him eagerly. LeBeau's yell drew attention but he focused on his opponents. He sidestepped, grabbed Trenton by the arm and threw him aside a good six feet. Simmons lunged up, eyes wide, and Carter slammed a foot back into Simmons' side.

LeBeau's mouth opened soundlessly. Carter kept his gaze on the two downed men, staring at them in an eerily cold manner. Trenton slowly got to his feet while Simmons retched, clenching his side. Newkirk and Kinch appeared through the crowd, Newkirk shoving Trenton hard. "You all right?" Newkirk asked, gazing at Carter then LeBeau. LeBeau nodded and Kinch looked at the gathering prisoners.

"Go on," Kinch ordered. "Fight's over. Come on, guys." As the men dispersed slowly, Kinch glanced at Carter, an odd look of awe in his eyes. "How did you..."

"That is what I want to know," LeBeau said.

Carter glanced at Newkirk then at his friends. "We're stronger than humans," he muttered. "And quicker." Newkirk nodded. "The Colonel didn't see it, did he?"

"I think he's with Klink," Kinch said. "So what did they do-or say?"

Carter blushed and LeBeau rolled his eyes. When LeBeau repeated what Simmons and Trenton had said, Newkirk's eyes narrowed. "Don't go crazy," Kinch said. "They're idiots, Newkirk. Wow, Carter, I'm impressed."

"Shucks, Kinch, I just wanted them to leave LeBeau and me alone."

"Oh, hell," Newkirk blurted, looking over Carter's shoulder. "Here comes the Colonel."

Colonel Hogan looked at his very angelic looking command crew. "All right," he said. "In my quarters. All of you."

Hogan listened patiently as each person spoke. He kept his gaze on Carter and Newkirk, watching Newkirk's nostrils twitch and Carter's blue eyes widen. "All right," Hogan sighed. "Carter, don't do this again. I'll deal with Trenton and Simmons."

"Sir, Newkirk and I aren't..."

"I know," Hogan said. "Kinch, I need you to run a phone line from Klink's. Now who is the best Burkhalter imitator?"

"Kinch," LeBeau and Newkirk chorused.

"Come on," Hogan said.

Hogan and Kinch left and Newkirk grabbed Carter. "Come on, Carter," Newkirk said. "Let's walk."

Outside the two men walked towards the kennels. "Nice moves," Newkirk said. "You did the right thing."

"I can't believe they said that considering," Carter blurted.

"Considering-oh, well, they don't think we know." Newkirk shrugged.

"You never mentioned this part of it," Carter said.

"No, Carter, I didn't," Newkirk snapped. "I didn't mention it. I didn't say Trenton and Simmons screw now and then. I don't tell that Anders and Bronson of Barracks Five are shagging every other day or that Mills whacks off when 'e thinks he's the only one awake and that several of the gov's and LeBeau's colognes are bleedin' nasty and that the bloody violin of Klink's sets my teeth on edge. I don't tell them that being locked away runs my nerves ragged and that they haven't the slightest idea how the pack is and how ruddy vital they are. "

Carter laid an arm over Newkirk's shoulders, pulled the older man into his embrace. He felt Newkirk's heart thundering and he hugged him tightly. Newkirk leaned against him for a few minutes then sighed. "Thanks Andrew."

"Anytime." He brushed his nose over Newkirk's neck, breathed in his scent, and then let Newkirk go.

In the tunnel, Kinch hung up the phone and looked at his CO. "So what are these reports?" he asked. "Why are you so curious?"

"Just a stray thought, Kinch."

"Colonel, you had me called the SS and demand copies of the reports for those units. Something is going on."

"It's just-three units, Kinch. I'm curious."

Kinch cocked an eyebrow. "You're thinking that someone is hunting those resistance units," he said. Hogan nodded. "And when the report says dogs you're thinking wolves."

Hogan sighed. "You're a little too sharp, Kinch. Don't say anything until we get the reports."

"Understood. Maybe Elsa could help?"

"I can't bring Gregori or any of his pack here. Newkirk would go mad. And they don't know of the operation, so it'd be a little hard to explain how I ended up on their doorstep."

"You could always find a job for Newkirk, get him in the cooler or out of the barracks."

"Maybe," Hogan mused.

The reports arrived for General Burkhalter two days later. Newkirk nicked the envelope while Hogan flirted with Hilda. In Hogan's quarters, his men clustered around him as he opened the envelope. Hogan's jaw clenched.

"SS Major Hans Hanover. Damn it," Hogan said.

"Who?" Carter asked.

"The SS werewolves," Newkirk said. "They're the hunters." He rubbed his head. "I wondered why they 'adn't been back."

"They are picking off the Underground in France," Kinch said dully.

"A werewolf assassin team," Hogan said. "I knew this would happen. Gregori said they were good. They're ideal for that work."

Newkirk and Carter looked away. "Sorry," Carter muttered.

"You're not doing it," Hogan sharply said. "They are. It's just they have one hell of an advantage."

"And France suffers," LeBeau said bitterly. "We can not let them keep doing this, mon Colonel!"

"And what do we do, LeBeau?" Hogan crossed his arms. "They're in France."

"But..." LeBeau looked at his Colonel and sighed. "I understand."

"We will do something, LeBeau," Hogan promised. All the men turned as Schultz's voice was heard yelling Hogan's name. "Duty calls," Hogan said. "You guys stay out of trouble." He left his quarters.

Kinch looked at Carter. "How about a game of baseball?"

"Sure."

LeBeau grabbed Newkirk as the Englishman started to leave. "Talk to me, Pierre," he said. Newkirk breathed in and nodded. LeBeau poured two mugs of coffee and Newkirk nodded his thanks. LeBeau looked up at his friend. "I want you to change me."