Disclaimer: See chap three.

The sound of a plate breaking broke into Hogan's unconscious thoughts. Dragging him through the darkness that tried to hold him back. Hogan slowly opened his eyes to see a white ceiling far above him. The room was light and the brightness made his head pound. He was lying in a soft and warm bed. He would have loved to turn over and go back to sleep.

He moved his left shoulder experimentally; pain shot through his arm bring back feeling. He took a long breath then groggily rolled over and pushed himself out of the bed, keeping his left arm close. He slowly stumbled in the direction of the kitchen. He leaned against the doorway, smiling, as he watched the scene out folding before his eyes.

It looked like Newkirk and Hans had been making lunch when Newkirk dropped an egg on the floor. It looked like Conner had walked through the door holding a bag. Conner had slipped on the egg on the floor his bag was spilled all around him. Conner had grabbed Newkirk, who was holding a plate and the two had gone cashing to the ground. Hans was laughing at the two of them as they tried to untangle themselves.

"Well I can see you're having fun, should I come back later?" Hogan said looking down at the mess.

"Oh, sir. You're up," Newkirk exclaimed pushing one of Conner's legs out of his way.

"How'd you sleep?" Conner asked as he pushed Newkirk over and pushed himself up. That didn't go exactly to plan for Newkirk pushed him over and stumbled to his feet before the other man recovered and pulled him back down.

"Oh no you don't!" Newkirk exclaimed as Conner tired to grab him, he pushed Conner back down and took a step away from him.

"Newkirk!" Hogan said sharply.

"Right sir," Newkirk apologised and offered Conner a hand up, whom took it.

"Morning Colonel," Conner said and held out his hand, Hogan took it feeling something slimy. He looked down. It was covered in egg.

"Thanks, it's good to know you respect me as your commanding officer." Hogan said sarcastically, wiping his hand on his uniform, then regretted the action for now he had egg down his pants. "Great, just great. I hope Kinch is having this much fun."

***

"SCHULTZ WHERE IS COLONEL HOGAN?" Klink yelled over the noise of the barracks.

"Where's Colonel Hogan?" Schultz asked out of side of his month to Kinch, who shrugged his shoulders.

"Schultz!" Klink walked up the Sargent of the guard. "Where is Hogan?"

Schultz turned to the guard next to him, "Where is Hogan?"

"We didn't find him, sir," the guard told him in German.

The search for Hogan, Newkirk and Conner had been going on since late that night and into the next day. Kinch was trying hard not to smile. The timing of Hogan's escape couldn't have been wost for the Kommandant, or better for Hogan. After Hogan had left the camp had calmed down. Kinch had been able to bribe Schultz into thinking, with the help of LeBeau, that Hogan was in his room. Newkirk and Conner were still asleep. LeBeau had promised Schultz a very large Strudel for telling Klink the lie. It wasn't until a General Otto Krotz turned up in the early hours of the morning to see a Major Liam Conner that the escape was found out.

"Maybe he'll come back," Schultz said looking around the room for someone to help him out.

"Where is his replacement?" Klink asked, sweating under the eye of the General.

"With him sir" Schultz said looking around for Conner.

Klink shook his fist in frustration before walking out of the barracks with the other guards and the General.

"He'll come back won't he?" Schultz asked Kinch.

"I don't know Schultz," Kinch told him.

"I hope he does," Schultz told him. "Things are more simple with Hogan around."

Kinch was touched by how liked Hogan was. Once Schultz left the barracks, the noise started up again.

"Clam down," Kinch shouted over the noise. The noise quieted down.

"He'll be back soon, the pick up time has been arranged, give him a few days." Kinch told the crowd. He nodded to Carter and LeBeau then nodded to Hogan's closed door. "I'll give you more info when I receive it."

Carter and LeBeau followed Kinch into Hogan's office.

"The Colonel was injured, Newkirk and Conner are fine and are looking after him. The pick up has been arranged and we will secure the spot and wait for the others there."

"When is the pick up?" LeBeau asked.

"Three days time, same place as last time. Hopefully the Germans would have calmed down. The General is a problem. Carter, LeBeau I want you to take turns monitoring the phone lines. I'll inform London of the General Otto Krotz."

"Oh boy, are we in trouble," Carter muttered.

***

"General," Hogan mumbled.

"What's that, sir." Newkirk asked. They were still at Hans's House waiting until darkness fell, before they moved on.

"Why would a General be after Conner, there more of the desk type." Hogan said thinking through the thought. "They have other officers to carry out their orders."

"Maybe the information that Conner has is too important for a lower ranking officer." Newkirk suggested. "Or he's too annoying."

"Something's wrong with this picture,"

Newkirk looked the tried officer over. "Why don't you 'ave a sleep gov'nor, its going to be a long nigh-"

"Colonel, Gestapo on the way!" Hans cried running into the room, "Max called, he over heard them talking in town he said that they should be here in about half an hour at the latest."

"Newkirk get the bags and wake Conner up," Hogan ordered, quickly getting up. "Hans thanks for letting us stay, we'll pay you back for the food you gave us, as soon as we're back at camp."

"No need Hogan, you are a guest." Hans told him. "Good luck."

The two men shook hands, silently accepting the dangers of their lines of work.

"Good luck to you too," Hogan said before slipping out of the room to where Newkirk and Conner stood, waiting.

"Lets go," Hogan grabbed one of the bags slinging it over is right shoulder, placing the gun Newkirk handed him in his belt. "Time to hit the road again."

The three waved to Hans then slipped into the woods around the old man's house. Twenty minutes later the Gestapo arrived at the house.