Disclaimer: see chapter three

Author's note: Thank you for all the reviews. I kind of mucked up the time the pick up was for it's not eleven hundred hours (which is 11:00 a.m.) but twenty-three hundred hours (which is 11:00 p.m.), thank you to Marty whom pointed this out. Serves me right for changing the time about twenty times before settling on 11:00 p.m.

Newkirk checked his watch again, only two minutes had passed since the last time he'd looked. 'Where are you, gov'nor?' Newkirk sighed. If the Colonel didn't turn up soon he would have to move on without him. 'Five more minutes, then we'll move,' he promised himself. He looked over at the calm looking major. 'How can he be so calm?' Newkirk paced back and forth making a shallow groove in the soft ground.

Another five minutes passed with no sign of Hogan. "Okay let's more," Newkirk told his fellow country man.

"What about the Colonel?" Conner asked rising to his feet.

"We can't 'ait, 'e said if 'e wasn't back, for us to move on." Newkirk said turning his back to Conner, walking off.

"Hey wait for me," Conner called, trying to catch up with Newkirk.

"Hurry up and be quiet." Newkirk hissed slowing his pace. 'Colonel where are you?' Newkirk silently asked, looking around the deserted woods.

***

Hogan huddled behind a thick bush waiting for another patrol to pass. The three man patrol had decided it was time for a smoke break and were talking and joking mere feet away from Hogan. If only one thought to go for a toilet break Hogan would be found out. He started to shiver as he crouched, 'Come on, move' he silently pleaded. He could feel his right leg going numb, if they didn't more on soon he wouldn't be able to move his leg. 'Come on, I have a date to keep,' Hogan tried to move his right foot, pins and needles ran up and down his leg, 'Great.'

"This should be good," one of the Germans remarked to his friend.

"Yes, the major said his plan would work," his friends snickered.

"If tonight goes well, we'll have one of the leaders of the underground." The third German said taking out another smoke. "Do you have a light Wolfgang?"

The first man pulled out a lighter and tossed it over to his friend.

"How long before our agent is on the plane back to London, Helmut" Wolfgang smirked.

"Should be in an half an hour." The third man said, taking a long drag on the smoke. "And the underground knows nothing." The man laughed evilly, as his friend joined in.

'Conner's a traitor!' Hogan thought in frustration, 'sometimes I hate it when I'm right!' Hogan forgot all about his dead leg as he listened to the three men in front of him. 'Lousy Krauts,' Hogan cursed. He was guessing that the men in front of him were Gestapo, 'and I can just imagine whom they work for,' he concluded

"Hochstetter, will be pleased when we bring in one of the leaders of the underground," the one named Wolfgang said. 'Bingo,' Hogan thought.

The one named Wolfgang looked down at his watch. "The General will be asking where we are if we're not back soon," the man said, his statement was greeted by nods.

To Hogan's relief the patrol walked away, Hogan counted to ten before standing up. 'I need to warn London of the danger,' he thought franticly as he looked around. If they don't know it could spell a disaster in London! All of Conner's information is wrong, and with the war so close to being over. Conner's information could delay the war even longer! Hogan took one more look around he had to warn Kinch of the danger. 'Maybe something could be salvaged from this,' Hogan thought with a calculating look, 'then I'll head to the closest underground radio set.' He needed to send word to London if it was the last thing he ever did.

***

Kinch hurried up Carter and LeBeau to set out the pick up site. The plane was due in half and hour. The General had played his part, which was to move the patrols to another location, if luck was on their side the Germans wouldn't know that a pick up had happened until it was too late. The Germans knew there was a pick up the information had some how been leaked out, he was sure that after this was over Hogan would want him to find out who was the leak. That was why the underground had gone, well, underground. Kinch had leaked a little information himself to lead the Germans in the wrong direction and with the help of the General they might be able to get Conner safely to London without incident.

'Where are you Colonel?' he uttered silently. 'He should be here.'

Kinch swirled around as a twig broke a few metres to his left. He looked around for cover, but came to the conclusion that he wouldn't reach any in time. He raised his pistol as he watched to two figures coming closer. He fell to one knee as he watched the figures.

"'Urry up or you'll be 'ate for your flight," one of the figures hissed to the man behind him. Kinch sighed it was Newkirk.

"Newkirk," Kinch called, standing.

"Kinch, mate, how are you?" Newkirk greeted stepping closer to the darker man. Newkirk smile widened as he saw Carter and LeBeau hiding behind the bigger man. "Andrew, Louis, it's good to see you."

Newkirk shook hands with his friends then stopped looking around. "'Ave you seen the gov'nor? "

"He's not with you?" LeBeau asked.

"No 'e went ahead to check the pick up site, I 'aven't seen 'im for the last two 'ours." Newkirk told them checking his watch in the faint light.

"I'll look for him," Carter jumped in excitedly.

"No," three sets of voices said at the same time, silencing the younger man.

"No, Andrew. " Kinch said putting a fatherly hand on the younger man's shoulder.

"The gov'nor will find us, don't worry Andrew, " Newkirk said to convince as his friend, as well as himself.

"Major, sir," Kinch addressed Conner. "The plane should be here to pick you up soon, follow us and we'll show you were you'll wait, sir." Kinch led Conner away with the others following. Newkirk looked over his shoulder one last time before heading after his friends.

***

'Damn, damn, damn, damn, 'Hogan cursed as he ran through the bush with three guards close at his heels. 'Why now?' he curse every god he could think of as he pushed his way through bushes that would appear out of nowhere to block his way. A bullet whizzed over his head as he reached a field, 'damn!' Hogan did his best to skirt around the edge of the field. He could hear shouting behind him as he broke cover again. He swerved just in time as a bullet lodged itself in the tree next to him. An insane part of his mind took note that the Germans were getting better at shooting.

He pushed himself faster he had to get back to his men. He couldn't spend his whole time playing hide and seek with a bunch of Germans. He tripped as a log came out of no where. He rolled three times before coming to a stop in a daze heap. He stumbled back to his feet, his left shoulder protesting to the punishment. Holding his left arm to his side he pushed on.

He jumped behind a large log, trying not to pant as he caught his breath. The patrol rushed passed chasing shadows, as Hogan slowed his fast beating heart. He wiped the sweat off his forehead and wiped his hands getting a better grip on his gun. He listened as the patrol's foot steps slowed. He ran his hand along the ground. He picked up the large rock, turned and threw it as far away from him as he could. He pulled back behind the log as he heard the rock land. The patrol headed after the sound as Hogan slipped off in the other direction.