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----Stalag 13----
Hogan slammed a fist down on the table, covered in maps. "What happened?" He asked finally, biting his lower lip. The team hadn't heard any sign from Lebeau or Newkirk, but they had to return to the camp before dawn. If they didn't return, it would mean exposing themselves to their operations.
Carter timidly spoke. "The bombs, sir- they weren't set properly-"
"Why-not?" Hogan looked up.
"It must have been a default! Honestly, colonel, I'd never- I mean-" He shook his head, not knowing what else to say.
"He's telling the truth, sir." Kinch said, having just come in. He was right, Carter would never go so low to do something of that nature.
Hogan shook his head, rubbing his hands together. The air was freezing, even inside the barracks. "What was the news from London?"
"Remember the team we were suppose to rendez-vous with on the bridge? They never showed up. Apparently someone ratted up out." Kinch said with disgust.
"We need to get Newkirk and Lebeau back, sir." Carter said at last.
"How? We can't waltz up there like we're any officers. Newkirk was always the one to get the handle on that." Hogan threw his hat on the floor, in a fit. "This is great, just great! Not only do we lose the best Hitler- impressionist we've ever had, but also a darn good chef." He stamped his feet. "Okay, okay, we'll think of something. Carter! Where did you have that map....."
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Lebeau and Newkirk paced up and down the cell wall, mumbling back and forth as they went. They couldn't be heard by the guard standing by the door.
"Le colonel 'as to have a plan, no?" Lebeau said quickly under breath.
"He better, otherwise we'll be eating lither worst for a long time." Newkirk remarked, blowing air into his hands. Lebeau did the same, tucking his scarf into his jacket.
"Oui, le colonel never 'as failed yet," Lebeau said, trying to remain positive. He began pacing again as suddenly voices rang through the next room, followed by a decorated officer storming in, barking out orders.
"You two, follow me!" The officer yelled, waiting for Lebeau and Newkirk to move. They froze only for a moment, moving as the sight of the loaded rifle came into view.
Hogan had better get there soon...Newkirk thought as he left. Otherwise, he would never see England again.
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To Be Continued
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----Stalag 13----
Hogan slammed a fist down on the table, covered in maps. "What happened?" He asked finally, biting his lower lip. The team hadn't heard any sign from Lebeau or Newkirk, but they had to return to the camp before dawn. If they didn't return, it would mean exposing themselves to their operations.
Carter timidly spoke. "The bombs, sir- they weren't set properly-"
"Why-not?" Hogan looked up.
"It must have been a default! Honestly, colonel, I'd never- I mean-" He shook his head, not knowing what else to say.
"He's telling the truth, sir." Kinch said, having just come in. He was right, Carter would never go so low to do something of that nature.
Hogan shook his head, rubbing his hands together. The air was freezing, even inside the barracks. "What was the news from London?"
"Remember the team we were suppose to rendez-vous with on the bridge? They never showed up. Apparently someone ratted up out." Kinch said with disgust.
"We need to get Newkirk and Lebeau back, sir." Carter said at last.
"How? We can't waltz up there like we're any officers. Newkirk was always the one to get the handle on that." Hogan threw his hat on the floor, in a fit. "This is great, just great! Not only do we lose the best Hitler- impressionist we've ever had, but also a darn good chef." He stamped his feet. "Okay, okay, we'll think of something. Carter! Where did you have that map....."
-- - --
Lebeau and Newkirk paced up and down the cell wall, mumbling back and forth as they went. They couldn't be heard by the guard standing by the door.
"Le colonel 'as to have a plan, no?" Lebeau said quickly under breath.
"He better, otherwise we'll be eating lither worst for a long time." Newkirk remarked, blowing air into his hands. Lebeau did the same, tucking his scarf into his jacket.
"Oui, le colonel never 'as failed yet," Lebeau said, trying to remain positive. He began pacing again as suddenly voices rang through the next room, followed by a decorated officer storming in, barking out orders.
"You two, follow me!" The officer yelled, waiting for Lebeau and Newkirk to move. They froze only for a moment, moving as the sight of the loaded rifle came into view.
Hogan had better get there soon...Newkirk thought as he left. Otherwise, he would never see England again.
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To Be Continued
Please Review! : )
