Counting the Hours Chapter five- A plan in action

Disclaimer- See chapter 1

Summary- Hogan puts his plan into action. (I'm good at summaries. NOT)

Other Stuff- I hope you like it! (Also, with the broken ribs I'm not making up how much they hurt. I broke a rib playing football once and they hurt like crazy! ) Last thing, please excuse the German in this, I don't know much. I do Indonesian at school. Also this ~~~~~ means people are talking in German.

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LeBeau and Carter had been thrown back into their cell after about two hours of fierce interrogation. Both looked pretty bad. Carter's face was bruising rapidly and LeBeau could feel at least two broken ribs.

But they were still alive, and unbroken. LeBeau sat on the bed in one corner trying to ignore the searing pain in his side.

To be frank LeBeau was worried, more worried than he cared to tell. He was in a situation that he couldn't handle. It was also a situation that he didn't think Colonel Hogan could handle either.

It was only a matter of time before he or Carter cracked. And then the Gestapo would find the tunnel and the whole operation, and it would all be for nothing.

On the other side of the room Carter sat ignoring the pain in his face and the blood that was dripping from his lip. He was more worried about LeBeau who seemed to be deep in thought.

Carter wasn't too worried. He trusted Colonel Hogan. There was nothing that Colonel Hogan couldn't do. Just you wait he thought to himself. Pretty soon the colonel or Newkirk or Kinch will walk through that door and save you.

It was only a matter of time.

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MEANWHILE... BACK AT STALAG 13

Hogan and Newkirk were ready to go. Both were dressed in smart looking Gestapo uniforms. They were ready to go and save LeBeau and Carter.

Using the truck that Kinch had 'borrowed' from the motor pool Newkirk drove to Gestapo Headquarters. Parking it in front of the dor he and Hogan got out and made their way up the stairs.

Hogan was playing the part of a Gestapo colonel. And he was doing it well. Striding up the stairs like he owned them and marching into the headquarters with the air of a man who was used to getting his way, whatever the cost Hogan was even beginning to scare Newkirk when they reached the front desk.

"Guten Tag" The man at the desk called out as Hogan strode past seemingly oblivious to him, as though he were not important enough for notice.

"Guten Tag!!!" The man called again, more forcefully this time.

~"Sir,"~ Newkirk called to Hogan, trying not to smile at the look of pure indignation on the receptionists face.

~"What is it Corporal, we don't have all day"~ Hogan said back looking annoyed.

~"Sir, the man at the desk wanted to speak to you."~

~"Oh right, thankyou Corprol."~ Hogan turned back towards the receptionist man.

~"Yes?"~

~"Sorry, sir but you need to state your business and provide identification before entering"~ The man seemed rather scared of Hogan but he was still determined to do his job.

~ " And what if I do not feel like stating my business to a lowly clerk?"~ Asked Hogan, in a voice so cutting the desk seemed likely to split in two any moment. ~ "What if I am insulted beyond explanation at having my authority questioned by a man so low he sits behind a desk while our men are out fighting for our beloved furher ?" Hogan was warming to the character now. ~" You desk jockeys disgust me! Sitting there, questioning the authority of men like myself, you are a spanner in the cogs of the great machine that is the Third Reich!"

The clerk had been reduced to a blubbering mess by the time Hogan had finished his speech and all the people who had been any where near the area quickly left, keen to be as far away from 'Colonel Hoffenwhaffer' as possible.

Hogan and Newkirk continued unheeded by anyone until they reached the cell block on the far side of the building.

The rumour of what Hogan had done to the man at the front desk had spread and when he saw Hogan and Newkirk approaching the prisoners clerk began to look distinctly uneasy.

~"Colonel Hoffenwhaffer to transfer the two prisoners"~ Stated Newkirk as if that settled any questions the clerk wanted to ask. He and Hogan were about to start down the corridor when the clerk spoke up uncertainly.

~"Uh, excuse me sirs but you need to show identification and orders before you can do that."~

Here we go again thought Newkirk as he watched Hogan step threateningly towards the clerk.

~" Another wise guy"~ said Hogan in a voice that could probably cut through steel. Newkirk smiled to himself, if looks could kill the loo kthat Hogan was giving the clerk would have massacred thousands.

~"I am Colonel Hoffenwhaffer, personal assistant to General Friedberger in Berlin. The gnereal wishes to see the two prisoners" Hogan clicked his fingers in the air trying to remember the names, " LeBeau and Carter. If the general does not have the two prisoners within the next three hours HEADS WILL ROLL! Believe me young man, if you do not help me your head will be the first."

The poor clerk looked terrified beyond speech. He simply waved his hand for Hogan and Newkirk to continue and threw Newkirk a key.

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And that is where we finish for today because I have to go play Footie. More will be up within the next two weeks, sorry to leave it there. -Capt. Cow