Author Note: Bonjour! Okay, here's another chapter. Sorry it took so long, but at least this chapter is longer than the others. Actually, I think this is the longest chapter I've written in a few months. Don't you guys feel special? : ) It has more dialogue, I know, but I think it's needed by now.

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Ten minutes had passed, and Lebeau and Newkirk were still being questioned.

"Now tell me gentlemen - where do you come from?" The German general regarded Newkirk and Lebeau with a glare, having tired of their games.

"I'm from England." Newkirk jumped in. "London actually, but I grew up near..."

"Silence!" The general warned, before turning to Lebeau who barely had echoed an answer ("Paris, Monsieur") as well. "What were you doing on the bridge?"

"Crossing it," Lebeau said rather innocently.

"We weren't doing a thing." Newkirk shook his head.

"You were in German territory." The general retorted. "German territory - secured areas!" Shaking a fist at Lebeau and Newkirk, he let out a frustrated sigh. "You must have come with the others."

"What others?" Newkirk asked a bit too quickly. He began to fear that Hogan and the others had been caught just like them. That would explain why there hadn't been any rescue attempts so far. What if - what if they dead?

"What others?" Newkirk repeated the question.

"Don't be a fool." Another high-ranking official in the room had warned. "We caught your friends."

Lebeau and Newkirk glanced at each other, each having turned a shade paler. Yes, Hogan must have been caught!

They would have to figure out an escape plan on their own...

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Hogan and Carter carefully made their way to the most dangerous part of the camp: the kitchen. They had to get some ingredients for tonight's plan.

"Wonder what's for dinner." Carter said, searching a cupboard.

"Probably soup," Hogan winced, thinking about the cook adding sausage to it again.

"What's this?!" A familiar voice rang out.

Hogan and Carter jumped at the voice, having not expected anyone to be in the kitchen at this time of day.

"Hi Schultz." Hogan said after a minute, seeing the large man scratch his head.

"What are you doing here!" Schultz demanded as he came around the corner, scolding them with, unfortunately, the wrong hand. Waving a foot-long sausage grasped tightly in his left hand made the German look even less serious.

At least there would be no sausage in the soup tonight...

"We were a bit hungry." Hogan said, thinking fast. "You know, just wanted a snack before the big pool party tonight."

"Pool...party?" Schultz asked, suddenly interested.

"Why yes Schultz, didn't ya know?" Carter jumped in. "Klink even said it was okay."

"He did?" Schultz looked stunned.

"Oh Carter, honestly!" Hogan rolled his eyes. "It was Klink's idea!"

"It was?" Schultz gasped for breath, practically dropping his sausage. "But - what do you do at these 'pool parties?'

"Well, you eat." Carter grinned.

"Yes, speaking of eating- we need to talk to Lebeau about the buffet tonight- isn't that right Carter?"

"Huh?" Carter blinked. "Oh yeah! The buffet!"

"You can't tell Klink though, Schultz." Hogan warned. "It's a surprise."

"I know nothing!" Schultz looked frantic and nodded, saluting with his left hand - and the sausage. He couldn't wait to go to the buffet tonight. "I haven't seen you or Carter 'ere at all!" With that said, he grinned, and snuck out, pleased with having a secret from Klink.

"Whew, colonel, that was close!" Carter leaned up against a sack of food. "That was a good one, huh colonel? A buffet!"

"Yeah, and we're going to have one."

"Huh?" Carter's mouth dropped.

"Just grab that sack next to you and follow me..."

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To Be Continued

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