An Aussie in their midst, chapter 4- Escape time
Summary- Freed-Cot has gotten out, how are they gonna get him back in?
Authors note- Thanks for the reviews!
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Corporal Freed-Cot stood at the side of a barracks, with the American sergeant Carter standing beside him. At the other end of camp Colonel Hogan and his boys had arranged a distraction, a welcome to stalag 13 party for the newest prisoners, who had just arrived that morning.
Carter gave the signal to Freed-Cot for them to head to the wire, still wondering how he was going to get them re-captured. The colonel had had no choice but to let them escape, London still hadn't given him permission to tell Freed-Cot about the operation because they had to clear him with the Aussie government.
The snuck quickly across the compound, and were almost at the wire when Carter saw his chance, there was a tyre lying across his path. Pretending not to see it, he kept creeping stealthily forward and deliberately tripped over the log, making a loud 'THUD' noise. He let out a 'surprised' yell, hoping the guards would see him.
"Bite your bum* mate!" exclaimed Freed-Cot, "you'll bring every goon in camp down on us."
Before Carter could reply the light from one of the guard towers shone down on him, lying sprawled over the tyre. Freed-Cot darted out of the way before he was seen.
"Don't move!" bellowed a German voice, and the light stayed shining in Carter's eyes so he couldn't see. Deciding that getting shot probably wouldn't help the plan Carter stayed where he was.
Corporal Steve Freed-Cot didn't. Seeing Carter was caught he called out a soft, "sorry you couldn't come to" and ran towards the fence. All the lights ow shone at Carter, and the fence wasn't being watched. All it took was wire-cutters and a sprint to the forest and Steve Freed-Cot was free. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Colonel R.E. Hogan stood at attention, (a sort of slouch with a hand pressed floppily to the forehead) in Colonel Klink's office. Carter stood rigidly next to him. Klink was giving a lecture on how people shouldn't try to escape, they'd be caught, yadda, yadda yadda. Hogan had sort of tuned out. He had better things to worry about.
The plan had failed completely. Not only was Carter spending his next several days (or weeks) in the cooler, Freed-Cot had escaped completely without anyone knowing where he was going. Klink was almost hysterical. A prisoner had escaped! Burkhalter was going to kill him!
Hogan was trying to think of a plan. He was tempted to send his boys out to find Freed-Cot and bring him home, but Klink had an army of men in the area surrounding the camp. All that would happen is more of his men would get caught.
He was itching to get into the tunnel where Kinch was trying to contact the underground and tell them to recapture Freed-Cot. Itching for Klink to call off the guards so that his men could locate the Aussie corporal. Itching to do something other than stand there.
The phone rang suddenly, and Klink stopped his talk, glaring at the it for interrupting him. Picking up the phone and saying a rather subdued, "Colonel Klink of Stalag 13" he almost dropped the phone when a very angry General Burkhalter began roaring down the line at him.
Hogan fought the urge to laugh as the words "stupid, incompetent fool" came up for a second time.
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Freed-Cot flattened himself against the ground as yet another torch beam swept over him. Every step he took in any direction he came closer to more guards. They didn't seem very competent though. It sounded to him like he made so much noise they could have heard him from the stalag.
He kept creeping, hoping that soon he would come to the town he remembered seeing on the trip to the prison. There he could steal some food, clothes and hopefully a car. As he crept Freed-Cot was also trying to think of a cover story in case a local stopped him. He decided almost immediately that "I just wanna get home, to out back o' Bourke*" so he decided to play dumb and pretend he couldn't speak at all.
He continued on, trying to remember any German he had heard at the camp and failing miserably. Maybe he should have planned the escape just a little more.
Freed-Cot couldn't continue on that train of thought though because at that moment he was almost trodden on by on of the guards.
Time to concentrate again! He said to himself, rolling to one side and lying still.
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*Bite your bum- be quiet **Back o' Bourke- out past Bourke, out into the boonies, the middle of no where.
REVIEWS ARE ESSENTIAL! PLEASE! More coming. -Capt.Cow
Summary- Freed-Cot has gotten out, how are they gonna get him back in?
Authors note- Thanks for the reviews!
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Corporal Freed-Cot stood at the side of a barracks, with the American sergeant Carter standing beside him. At the other end of camp Colonel Hogan and his boys had arranged a distraction, a welcome to stalag 13 party for the newest prisoners, who had just arrived that morning.
Carter gave the signal to Freed-Cot for them to head to the wire, still wondering how he was going to get them re-captured. The colonel had had no choice but to let them escape, London still hadn't given him permission to tell Freed-Cot about the operation because they had to clear him with the Aussie government.
The snuck quickly across the compound, and were almost at the wire when Carter saw his chance, there was a tyre lying across his path. Pretending not to see it, he kept creeping stealthily forward and deliberately tripped over the log, making a loud 'THUD' noise. He let out a 'surprised' yell, hoping the guards would see him.
"Bite your bum* mate!" exclaimed Freed-Cot, "you'll bring every goon in camp down on us."
Before Carter could reply the light from one of the guard towers shone down on him, lying sprawled over the tyre. Freed-Cot darted out of the way before he was seen.
"Don't move!" bellowed a German voice, and the light stayed shining in Carter's eyes so he couldn't see. Deciding that getting shot probably wouldn't help the plan Carter stayed where he was.
Corporal Steve Freed-Cot didn't. Seeing Carter was caught he called out a soft, "sorry you couldn't come to" and ran towards the fence. All the lights ow shone at Carter, and the fence wasn't being watched. All it took was wire-cutters and a sprint to the forest and Steve Freed-Cot was free. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Colonel R.E. Hogan stood at attention, (a sort of slouch with a hand pressed floppily to the forehead) in Colonel Klink's office. Carter stood rigidly next to him. Klink was giving a lecture on how people shouldn't try to escape, they'd be caught, yadda, yadda yadda. Hogan had sort of tuned out. He had better things to worry about.
The plan had failed completely. Not only was Carter spending his next several days (or weeks) in the cooler, Freed-Cot had escaped completely without anyone knowing where he was going. Klink was almost hysterical. A prisoner had escaped! Burkhalter was going to kill him!
Hogan was trying to think of a plan. He was tempted to send his boys out to find Freed-Cot and bring him home, but Klink had an army of men in the area surrounding the camp. All that would happen is more of his men would get caught.
He was itching to get into the tunnel where Kinch was trying to contact the underground and tell them to recapture Freed-Cot. Itching for Klink to call off the guards so that his men could locate the Aussie corporal. Itching to do something other than stand there.
The phone rang suddenly, and Klink stopped his talk, glaring at the it for interrupting him. Picking up the phone and saying a rather subdued, "Colonel Klink of Stalag 13" he almost dropped the phone when a very angry General Burkhalter began roaring down the line at him.
Hogan fought the urge to laugh as the words "stupid, incompetent fool" came up for a second time.
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Freed-Cot flattened himself against the ground as yet another torch beam swept over him. Every step he took in any direction he came closer to more guards. They didn't seem very competent though. It sounded to him like he made so much noise they could have heard him from the stalag.
He kept creeping, hoping that soon he would come to the town he remembered seeing on the trip to the prison. There he could steal some food, clothes and hopefully a car. As he crept Freed-Cot was also trying to think of a cover story in case a local stopped him. He decided almost immediately that "I just wanna get home, to out back o' Bourke*" so he decided to play dumb and pretend he couldn't speak at all.
He continued on, trying to remember any German he had heard at the camp and failing miserably. Maybe he should have planned the escape just a little more.
Freed-Cot couldn't continue on that train of thought though because at that moment he was almost trodden on by on of the guards.
Time to concentrate again! He said to himself, rolling to one side and lying still.
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*Bite your bum- be quiet **Back o' Bourke- out past Bourke, out into the boonies, the middle of no where.
REVIEWS ARE ESSENTIAL! PLEASE! More coming. -Capt.Cow