Flicker lifted his ears as Whisper streaked by. Whisper bounced from spot to spot, tail waving. Flicker raced after him. The full moon glowed over the woods and perhaps Whisper was a little moon mad for he darted erratically, eyes wide. Flicker threw up his head and looked at the round moon. Seen with wolf eyes, it glowed and seemed oddly beckoning. Whisper wheeled, leaped at Flicker then jumped away.

A bolt of fur and Ghost and Joker galloped into the fray, Goliath a foot behind them. Ghost stopped, stared at the moon more than once. When he broke into an all out run, his pack fell in behind him. Finally slowing to a jog, Ghost glanced around and realized they were far from Stalag 13. He panted and sniffed the air. Cattle nearby, perhaps sheep. He carefully skirted a large pasture and led the group through some winding fields.

Flicker nudged him. Ghost halted and strained his ears. In the distance a train clacked along its rails and Ghost began following the sound. Soon they found the tracks and the train. Joker gave a puzzled mrrr. The train consisted of cattle cars whooshing by and through the stench of smoke, an arid smell of people tickled the wolves' noses. Joker raced along one car, trying to see inside. All he saw were fingers through the slats. He halted, watching the train vanish. Ghost loped alongside him, nudging him gently.

Whisper gave a yip and Ghost immediately turned. In the distance, soldiers walked along the track and Ghost snorted. Immediately the pack melted into the underbrush, listening intently as the soldiers neared. The German soldiers wore the uniforms of a panzer division and appeared to be heading for a small town just ahead. Carefully Ghost began following, sensing his pack fanning out.

"It is taking so long," a soldier said.

"These women are worth the wait!"

"And the money!" another laughed.

"We should have hopped the train."

"It does not stop at town. It is headed for Dachau."

"Think of the girls, Karl! Redheaded, blond, brunette-take your pick!"

"One that lasts all night!"

Ghost stopped as the town drew near. He sat, watching the road thoughtfully. Whisper stood beside him, Goliath pacing restlessly. Then Ghost looked at the moon, glanced over his shoulder and headed for camp.

In the tunnels, Hogan washed his hands as he thought. "What's Dachau?" Carter asked.

"I don't know," Hogan said. "It sounds familiar."

"Nowhere good," Newkirk said. "Did you see anything, Carter?"

"Or scent anything?"

"Just people. They wer in the cattle cars. Why?"

"Transport," Kinch said. "The Krauts are moving people."

"Why?" LeBeau asked. "It makes no sense. Unless those are Allied prisoners."

Carter shook his head. "Too small. The fingers I saw seemed like a kid's."

"Kinch, call London, see if they know Dachau." Hogan paused as LeBeau snapped his fingers. "LeBeau?"

"Dachau! Labor camp," LeBeau said. The Frenchman smiled. "Do you not remember? It has been mentioned once or twice."

"He's right," Kinch said. "I remember now. It's a camp for German discontents."

"Why a kid?" Carter asked.

""The Krauts 'ave them at Stalingrad, why not in their labor camps?" Newkirk scrubbed his nails.

"Good work, LeBeau," Hogan said. He laid a hand on LeBeau's shoulder.

"Ask London anyway, Kinch. "

"Sure. I can ask Elsa if you want. They may know something."

"I'm meeting with Gregori soon. I can ask him too. Let it go, Newkirk."

"Didn't say a word," Newkirk carefully said. Hogan looked closely at his second and mentally sighed. Newkirk was annoyed, yes, but he presented a calm exterior and Hogan could hardly blame him for being annoyed.

"Get over it, Peter," Kinch snapped.

Newkirk's eyes narrowed and Hogan immediately moved between them. "Enough," he ordered. Newkirk grumbled low in his chest but looked away. Kinch looked embarrassed.

"Sorry," Kinch said.

Hogan nodded. "Come on," he said. "Get some sleep."

Newkirk hung back, looking over his shoulder at the emergency tunnel. "Come on," Hogan called softly. Newkirk sighed and headed upstairs.

The next day, Newkirk and LeBeau doubleteamed Schmidt, one of the guards. One of the younger guards, Schmidt had a fast temper and was one guard the prisoners actively disliked. He usually was in one of the watch towers. "Hey, Schmitty," Newkirk called, hiding a smile as the guard smelled of annoyance as he looked at him.

"Go away, Englander. I have no time for your games."

"I told you, Newkirk, he is busy preparing for his transfer," LeBeau said.

"You're probably right, LeBeau."

"I am not being transferred."

"That's not what ol' Klink says. When Burkhalter called and said he needed new guards for Dachau, he suggested you." Newkirk smiled. "Said you would be ideal."

To both prisoners' surprise, Schmidt paled slightly. He took a step closer. "Dachau? What have you heard, frog?"

"Us?" Newkirk said. "'Ear that, Louie? We're the prisoners and he wants to know what we know."

"Oui. Come on Newkirk."

"Go! I will not be transferred to Dachau. Only the Totenkopfverbände guard the labor camps!"

"Maybe you are being promoted," LeBeau suggested.

"Bah," Schmidt spat. "Go away."

Newkirk and LeBeau shrugged and left. They wandered to Schultz, who eyed them with interest. "Any chocolate?" he asked. Newkirk pulled a bar from his pocket. "Danke!"

"Not so fast, Schultzie. We heard some men are being transferred to Dauchau. Where's that?"

"Dachau? It's a town not far from Hammelburg." He snatched for the chocolate but Newkirk yanked it back.

"Come on Schultzie, why would it need guards?'

"Labor camp," Schultz said, looking around warily. "Very bad. I hear no one wants to guard it."

"What is so bad about it?" LeBeau asked.

Schultz leaned close. "Very bad, I hear," he whispered. "Many people die." He tutted and Newkirk handed him the chocolate bar.

"Thanks, Schultz."

Newkirk and LeBeau walked over to the rest of the pack, quickly relaying their information. Hogan nodded. "Newkirk, Whisper ready to run?"

"Anytime, gov."

"Whisper going alone?" Carter blurted.

"No," Hogan said. "I'll go with him. And Newkirk, we'll pack some cameras."

Newkirk nodded. Hogan glanced at Kinch. "Keep an eye on things."

"Run fast," Kinch said. "You're going to have to fly."

"That's why Whisper's going. He's fastest."

"And Ghost?" LeBeau asked.

"I'll have to run fast, too."

"What are the Totenkopfverbände?" Carter asked.

"SS unit," Hogan said. "Waffen-SS. Death's Head."

"Oh, they sound charming," Newkirk muttered. "This should be a bloody laugh riot."

That night, Kinch tightened the pack on Whisper's back. Newkirk had redesigned the packs so that they were like long, tubular saddlebags, one pack on each side. Straps buckled around the belly and chest. All the werewolves had their own packs but none were especially fond of them. While comfortable, running free always was preferable. Ghost wore his packs as well. The wolves slipped off through the newest tunnel, an offshoot of the emergency tunnel. The ladders were too difficult for wolf paws, so the pack, working alone, had dug the offshoot tunnel and actually made a staircase. The tunnel ended at a thorny thicket and the wolves quickly made a path.

Ghost and Whisper broke into a lope. The dying grass brushed their legs as they ran and Ghost let Whisper lead. Whisper darted around bushes and small trees. ears continually moving. When they paused for a breather, Whisper looked around worriedly. Ghost nuzzled him and Whisper licked Ghost's muzzle. Both wolves panted for a few minutes then Whisper headed off again.

Ghost ran after him. Before he saw Dachau, he smelled it. Whisper gave a growl that ended on a quizzical note. Ghost nudged him and took the lead. They skirted the town and found the camp.