Colonel Robert E. Hogan surveyed the barracks under his command with furtive eye. Newkirk, a brash English pickpocket, sat at a small table in the center of the room, playing solitaire. The young explosives expert Andew Carter was reading a dog-eared paperback book, laughing loudly at some points, blissfully clueless of the annoyed glares being thrown in his direction. The other men were entertaining themselves in various fashions.
Kinch peered out the window, bored as he so often had been lately, when he noticed Schultz, the plump, cheerful, if not dim-witted guard heading toward the barracks. He swung around so he could face his senior officer.
"Schultz coming, Colonel," he informed Hogan.
Thinking for a moment, but finding no logical conclusion as to why the portly guard would be paying a visit to them, Hogan contented himself to waiting for him.
Turning his attention to the door, and more importantly the man behind it, Hogan cheerfully greeted the German.
"Hey, Schultz!" The gaurd smiled at him briefly before his lips curled downward into a worried frown, emphasized by creases on the forehead below ice-blond hair.
"Now what's wrong, Schultzie?" Newkirk's curious question floated up from the table.
"There is a new prisoner, and she will be staying here, in Colonel Hogan's quarters," Schultz explained .
"A new pris-" Hogan stopped abruptly as his mind processed what Schultz had said. "Wait, what do you mean, she?"
"I mean she," the sergeant confirmed with a nod of his head.
"Why here? Don't they have women prison camps?" Hogan's question was interrupted by the cheers that rose from the nearby bunks.
"A girl? Here?" LeBeau's excited voice came.
"'Ere, 'ere! Finally! Haven't seen one of those in a while!" Newkirk joval voice rose. Raising his hands for silence, the senior P.O.W. regained a level of silence before turning back to Schultz again.
"Where is she now?" he asked. Schultz's kindly face contorted into a pained expression.
"She is in the hospital, poor girl," Schultz said. The anxious whispers in the room abruptly halted.
"The hospital!?" Hogan asked, not willing to believe it. 'The Gestapo must've given her a tough time if she's in the hospital,' he thought to himself. Schultz nodded, then gave a brief shudder.
"Ja, the Gestapo," he spat the word out with a tremble in his voice, "shot her." He shook his head again, his heart aching for the young girl who would soon be depositied in the prison camp. Although he was sure the colonel in charge would make sure she was comfortable, and none of the men would bother her, he was still worried for her. He knew it was hard for the prisoners sometimes to be so far from home, with only letters to give them comfort. And if the Gestapo were so interested in her...Schultz shook his head again. No, this would not be a pleasent time for her.
"Schultz!" Hogan's sharp voice cut through the fat soldier's gloomy thoughts. "Are you ok?" Schultz nodded. "Is there anything else?"
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I'm REALLY tired right now, so I'll see y'all whenever. Wait, shoot, I mean, I got 27 pages written out, and this is page 4, so you know, I'll finish it later. See, I really am tired!
Bye! Tell me if you like it so far. And there's alotta things that don't make sense, but they'll be explained as the plot thickens, and we reveal the butler did it...wait, wrong stories. Hey, that's neat! I dare someone to come up with a story, Hogan's Heroes, where at the end, the conclusion must be one of the characters say, "The butler did it!"...and it has to make sense. I'm sorry...that's an awesome dare though, and I'm rambling aren't I? I am. Ok, BYE! Geez, louise, trying to get me to stay...ah! HH is on!!! I'm missing it, BYE!!!
Kinch peered out the window, bored as he so often had been lately, when he noticed Schultz, the plump, cheerful, if not dim-witted guard heading toward the barracks. He swung around so he could face his senior officer.
"Schultz coming, Colonel," he informed Hogan.
Thinking for a moment, but finding no logical conclusion as to why the portly guard would be paying a visit to them, Hogan contented himself to waiting for him.
Turning his attention to the door, and more importantly the man behind it, Hogan cheerfully greeted the German.
"Hey, Schultz!" The gaurd smiled at him briefly before his lips curled downward into a worried frown, emphasized by creases on the forehead below ice-blond hair.
"Now what's wrong, Schultzie?" Newkirk's curious question floated up from the table.
"There is a new prisoner, and she will be staying here, in Colonel Hogan's quarters," Schultz explained .
"A new pris-" Hogan stopped abruptly as his mind processed what Schultz had said. "Wait, what do you mean, she?"
"I mean she," the sergeant confirmed with a nod of his head.
"Why here? Don't they have women prison camps?" Hogan's question was interrupted by the cheers that rose from the nearby bunks.
"A girl? Here?" LeBeau's excited voice came.
"'Ere, 'ere! Finally! Haven't seen one of those in a while!" Newkirk joval voice rose. Raising his hands for silence, the senior P.O.W. regained a level of silence before turning back to Schultz again.
"Where is she now?" he asked. Schultz's kindly face contorted into a pained expression.
"She is in the hospital, poor girl," Schultz said. The anxious whispers in the room abruptly halted.
"The hospital!?" Hogan asked, not willing to believe it. 'The Gestapo must've given her a tough time if she's in the hospital,' he thought to himself. Schultz nodded, then gave a brief shudder.
"Ja, the Gestapo," he spat the word out with a tremble in his voice, "shot her." He shook his head again, his heart aching for the young girl who would soon be depositied in the prison camp. Although he was sure the colonel in charge would make sure she was comfortable, and none of the men would bother her, he was still worried for her. He knew it was hard for the prisoners sometimes to be so far from home, with only letters to give them comfort. And if the Gestapo were so interested in her...Schultz shook his head again. No, this would not be a pleasent time for her.
"Schultz!" Hogan's sharp voice cut through the fat soldier's gloomy thoughts. "Are you ok?" Schultz nodded. "Is there anything else?"
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I'm REALLY tired right now, so I'll see y'all whenever. Wait, shoot, I mean, I got 27 pages written out, and this is page 4, so you know, I'll finish it later. See, I really am tired!
Bye! Tell me if you like it so far. And there's alotta things that don't make sense, but they'll be explained as the plot thickens, and we reveal the butler did it...wait, wrong stories. Hey, that's neat! I dare someone to come up with a story, Hogan's Heroes, where at the end, the conclusion must be one of the characters say, "The butler did it!"...and it has to make sense. I'm sorry...that's an awesome dare though, and I'm rambling aren't I? I am. Ok, BYE! Geez, louise, trying to get me to stay...ah! HH is on!!! I'm missing it, BYE!!!