Author Note: Please read and review. There is a little French in here
again, but don't worry, it's only a line or two and I think you can get the
idea of it. Thanks : )
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Captures
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Lebeau looked nervously at Newkirk: where were they going?
The solders hadn't talked to them much, just pushed them along the corridor with their heavy guns. Newkirk didn't look like he was in the mood to speak either-he was busy thinking of a will. It left Lebeau in an anxious state to scream.
It would take what both of them thought was another ten minutes before they would be able to sit back down- but this time in front of a rather mean and shifty looking general. The general sat up, his mean eyes gazing towards the French man and British officer.
Lebeau gulped: he didn't look like the friendly type.
"Name," the general barked in his dense accent.
Lebeau and Newkirk glanced at each other as though wondering who was to speak first. The general, becoming impatient, slammed a fist on the desk. "Name!"
"Newkirk-and there 'ere is Lebeau." Newkirk chimed in at last. "And who would you lovely gentlemen be?"
Lebeau silently cursed Newkirk, 'tu stupid ours.'
The general looked as though he was about to rip Newkirk to bits, so Lebeau unwillingly came to the rescue. "Il est er-pardon moi-he is not right in 'ead."
Newkirk looked ready to take Lebeau's head off if it weren't for the glare by the other Germans. He sighed-this was going to be a long meeting.
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Klink would have found out that Newkirk and Lebeau weren't back yet- unless, of course, he was his usual "intelligent" self. He had bigger things to worry about at the moment. However, having his usual blank face on, Hogan wanted to make sure nothing was the matter.
"Go away, Hogan!" Klink furrowed his brows, hearing a knock at the door.
Hogan, as usual, let the bark pass as a friendly greeting. "Aren't we in a good mood today?"
Klink rolled his eyes, attempting to get rid of the colonel. "Can't you see I'm busy? Running a camp like this isn't an easy job! I need to keep track of people, of officers, or prisoners!"
Hogan simply smirked. "Well alright, I suppose I could go. I guess the men will have to be disappointed with their pool party idea."
"What?" Klink asked, blinking.
"Well, of course YOU knew about it," Hogan began to say. "I mean, only a genius like you could have thought of such a thing!"
Klink nodded absently-why should he disagree? "Yes, yes of course Hogan. But-please, please go now! I'm busy!"
Hogan left happily; ready to make the final touches to his plan for tomorrow night. It would be a plot that would have the whole camp talking about for months.
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Author Note: Please review!
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Captures
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Lebeau looked nervously at Newkirk: where were they going?
The solders hadn't talked to them much, just pushed them along the corridor with their heavy guns. Newkirk didn't look like he was in the mood to speak either-he was busy thinking of a will. It left Lebeau in an anxious state to scream.
It would take what both of them thought was another ten minutes before they would be able to sit back down- but this time in front of a rather mean and shifty looking general. The general sat up, his mean eyes gazing towards the French man and British officer.
Lebeau gulped: he didn't look like the friendly type.
"Name," the general barked in his dense accent.
Lebeau and Newkirk glanced at each other as though wondering who was to speak first. The general, becoming impatient, slammed a fist on the desk. "Name!"
"Newkirk-and there 'ere is Lebeau." Newkirk chimed in at last. "And who would you lovely gentlemen be?"
Lebeau silently cursed Newkirk, 'tu stupid ours.'
The general looked as though he was about to rip Newkirk to bits, so Lebeau unwillingly came to the rescue. "Il est er-pardon moi-he is not right in 'ead."
Newkirk looked ready to take Lebeau's head off if it weren't for the glare by the other Germans. He sighed-this was going to be a long meeting.
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Klink would have found out that Newkirk and Lebeau weren't back yet- unless, of course, he was his usual "intelligent" self. He had bigger things to worry about at the moment. However, having his usual blank face on, Hogan wanted to make sure nothing was the matter.
"Go away, Hogan!" Klink furrowed his brows, hearing a knock at the door.
Hogan, as usual, let the bark pass as a friendly greeting. "Aren't we in a good mood today?"
Klink rolled his eyes, attempting to get rid of the colonel. "Can't you see I'm busy? Running a camp like this isn't an easy job! I need to keep track of people, of officers, or prisoners!"
Hogan simply smirked. "Well alright, I suppose I could go. I guess the men will have to be disappointed with their pool party idea."
"What?" Klink asked, blinking.
"Well, of course YOU knew about it," Hogan began to say. "I mean, only a genius like you could have thought of such a thing!"
Klink nodded absently-why should he disagree? "Yes, yes of course Hogan. But-please, please go now! I'm busy!"
Hogan left happily; ready to make the final touches to his plan for tomorrow night. It would be a plot that would have the whole camp talking about for months.
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Author Note: Please review!
