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Carter pulled out his fake orders for the guard at the gate of stalag 13. He could feel the sweat running down his back as he waited in a Gestapo uniform. He hoped that none of the guards noticed who he really was, if they didhe didn't even want to think what they would do.

"Everything seems to be in order Captain," the guard said, in German, handing Carter back his orders. "The Kommandant's office is on the left hand side, over there, and the guest quarters are around the corner. You are required to see the Kommandant before seeing the General."

"Thank-you Corporal." Carter sat back in his seat. "Drive on." He ordered the man in the front seat who was also a prisoner, whom name was, Corporal Richard Parker, a friend of Carter's from barrack eight.

"Yes, sir." The man replied for image sake. As they pulled away from the guard's post, Richard spoke up again. "Do you need me to come with you?"

"Noyou can wait here. Don't worry everything going to be fine." Carter replied nervously.

The first part of their plan was to meet the General and to make plans to keep Newkirk and Hogan alive. The clock was ticking away and everyone was nervous. If the meeting with the General didn't go as planned not only would Hogan and Newkirk be lost so would the whole operation at stalag 13. Every thing was on the line and if the line brokewell only the future could tell what would happen next and none of it would be good news.

"Ah Captain Cartermizer how nice to meet you. Heil Hitler." Klink welcomed standing at the bottom of office's steps, as Schultz opened the car door for Carter. Klink nervously twirling his riding crop. "What do we owe the pleasure of your visit?"

"Heil Hitler. I am here, Klick-"

"It's Klink." Klink interrupted nervously twirling the crop even faster.

"-To see General Krotz." Carter told him, ignoring Klink's interruption.

"Yes, of course Captain he's in the guest quarters." Klink said pointing out the building. "Would you like me to inform him you are here? You can wait in my office for him?" Klink said in a rush.

"No that is not necessary, he knows I am meeting him," Carter said 'or he will shortly,' he added silently to himself. "I will walk over and tell him myself I am here." Carter said out loud.

"Would you like me to accompany you Captain?"

'He doesn't give up does he?' Carter thought. "No that is not necessary. Heil Hitler."

"Heil Hitler, Colonel." Carter was walking away before Klink finished he salute. 'I hope this goes well, oh boy do I wish Hogan was here. He always knows how to deal with this kind of thing,' Carter silently wished. It seemed that the Guest quarter's door appeared quicker than it should have for, Carter found himself standing in front of the door. He raised his fist and banged on the solid wooden door.

"Come in the door is open." The General shouted from somewhere within the room. "Who are you?" the General demanded as soon as Carter saw him.

"My name is Captain Cartermizer, sir. I believe we have a meeting together, sir." Carter said stepping closer to the General. The General stood a few inches taller than Carter did and his hair was a darker shade of blond. His face was lined with age and his eyes held wisdom that only come with seeing too many years, he looked to be in his early fifty. He sure didn't look like he was part of the underground.

"Meeting? What meeting? You must be mistaken?" Krotz said looking confused. Carter noticed that the General's hand rested on his gun, Carter didn't even see his hand move.

"Oh, I'm sorry General I must have been misinformed." Carter put on his puppy dog look, "I kind of feel like Golddy locks when Papa bear find her, sir. Sorry about the mistake I'll just leave." Carter walked towards the door, he crossed his finger in front of him. 'Come on, take the bait,' he silently commanded. He placed his hand of the door handle when the General's voice stopped him.

"I used to like that story about Papa Bear." The General said slowly as if he was talking to himself. Carter turned and walked back to the older man.

"Sorry General, did I hear you say you remembered we have a meeting, sir?" Carter asked.

"Oh yes, I just remembered. Come sit down, can I get you anything?"

"Yeah, Could I have a glass of water?"

***

Hogan slipped through the bush without a sound, he had come across two patrols so far and was being extra careful. He had expected this when he had disappeared from stalag 13, one week before. The pick up was risky but necessary. Even though Hogan had his doubts in Conner, he also knew the man spoke the truth about the information he carried. Two days after they 'escaped' Conner had told Hogan a part of the researched that he knew about. Hogan still had his misgiving in Conner but the information he was told was legitimate.

Hogan jumped behind a bush just in time to watch another patrol casually walked pass. 'Don't you fellas have something better to do?' He asked silently. He counted to ten once they disappeared before he moved on. The pick up site was still a few miles ahead, he was hoping that one of his crew was there when he arrived. He quickly looked at his watch in the full moon's light, twenty-three hundred hours. (11:00 p.m.) 'Not long to go now' Hogan told himself silently.

Half an hour later he arrived at the site, the night was quiet, which made him nervous. He quickly looked around the large empty field, no Germans. Hogan sighed in relief; maybe this isn't a trap? He circled the field one more time before heading back to Newkirk and Conner.

If he had turned around one more time he would have seen the outline of five men standing on the other side of the field, as luck would have it, neither Hogan or the men saw each other.

***

Kinch waited in the darkness of the barrack, listening to the soft breathing and snoring of the men around him. He snuck another look at his watch as the search bean lit the room. Two and a half hours to go. He quietly rolled out of bed and changed into his black jumper and pants. He crept to LeBeau and Carter and quietly woke them.

"Come on it's time to go," he whispered to his friends. He opened the bunk and led the two men down into the tunnel. In no time they were standing outside the camp. 'Please God let this mission be successful,' Kinch silently prayed as the three made their way towards the pick up site.