An Aussie in their midst, Chapter 5- No one ever escapes from the Gestapo.
Summary- Freed-Cot gets caught, by the wrong people.
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Klink waved at Hogan to dismiss him from the office. It was just to embarrassing having him there hearing all the abuse that Burkhalter was hurling down the phone at him. The General obviously hadn't gotten up on the right side of the bed.
Hogan and Carter left to office after being silently dismissed by Klink. They hurried to barracks two, trying to look like they weren't hurrying at all. They arrived at the barracks and entered. Carter almost tripped over his own feet in an attempt to get down into the tunnel and find out what had happened in the time he had been listening to Klink's lecture.
Before either Carter or Hogan could get across the room the bunk bed opened and out stepped Kinch.
"What's going on Kinch?" Hogan asked, his stomach lurching at the look on the black sergeants face.
"Freed-Cot has been re-captured sir." Kinch said dejectedly.
"That's good!" Carter exclaimed, and then he noted Kinch's face, "Isn't it?"
"Not when it's the Gestapo who recaptured him." Kinch replied.
Hogan swore. "When did you hear that?" he asked.
"Just then. Hochsetter never going to let Klink forget this."
"Is he coming back to camp?"
"No. The underground has an agent inside the Gestapo, and he says that they're taking Freed-Cot to Gestapo headquarters."
Hogan swore again.
"My thoughts exactly sir."
"We have to get him out of there." Hogan said determinedly.
"What!" exclaimed Newkirk who had just appeared out of the tunnel, "have you gone completely barmy sir? He's at GESTAPO HEADQUARTERS. Once you've gone in, you don't come out again."
"We have to Newkirk. Freed-Cot wouldn't have been caught if it weren't for us, we were the ones who deliberately ruined his escape. If hochsetter thinks that Freed-Cot knows something about the operation he suspects we run here he won't hold off until he gets a signed confession saying Stalag 13 is an underground headquarters or something.. Gestapo torturers can make a person admit to almost anything. We have to get him out for his sake and ours."
"I'm in sir." Carter volunteered, feeling guilty about his part in the ruining of the escape.
"Thanks Carter." Hogan said, "This will be a dangerous mission. You don't have to some if you don't want to."
"I'm in." Kinch said quietly.
"Me too." Newkirk added.
"Maybe," Said LeBeau, speaking from where he sat at the table, "I don't like this Aussie very much. With his snags and his beer. Why should I risk my life for him?"
"You don't have to come."
LeBeau smiled broadly, "Ha! Fooled you all! Of course I'm coming mon colonel, no one deserves Gestapo imprisonment, not even the Australian."
"Thanks Louis, you had us all fooled for a minute there!" exclaimed Newkirk.
"I know."
"All right men, now I have a plan."
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Corporal Steve Freed-Cot was in the back of a truck heading to Gestapo headquarters. Opposite him sat two Gestapo lieutenants, with guns. Steve had now decided that escaping from the Gestapo would be a little bit more difficult then stalag 13.
He with held the temptation to speak, these guys didn't look as friendly as the guards at the Stalag.
The truck stopped moving and the guards stood up, Freed-Cot did as well.
"Move!" said one of the guards in heavily accented English, poking his gun into the corporal's back.
"I'm going; I'm going, hold your horses mate." Freed-Cot muttered, jumping out of the back of the truck.
He was in the main street of a town it looked like, outside a large building with a big swastika flag hanging down the front.
This must be the Gestapo headquarters, he thought quietly. Allowing himself to be ushered inside and taken to a cell.
A short man was waiting for him just inside the door. He had a very smug expression on his face, and a rather evil grin. It was Major Hochestter
"Hello Corporal, have a good ride?"
"Well mate it wasn't to bad, but I think it could have been better if you."
"QUIET!" Freed-cot rather sensibly shut up.
"So corporal, you know Colonel Hogan do you?" Freed-cot was surprised by the question, and the look of pure hatred that shot across the short man's face when he spoke the Colonels name.
"Yeah I know him, why?"
"What do you know about his underground operation?" asked the major, coming right up next to him.
"WHAT? Mate I think you need to get yourself a shelia*, the war's sending you round the bend."
Hochsetter didn't bother trying to translate what the Australian had said, he just punched him in the stomach.
"Let's try again shall we, what do you know about Colonel Hogan's underground operation?"
"You're out of ya friggin mind mate. Hogan don't have no underground operation."
Another punch.
"You know corporal, it doesn't matter what you say now. Pretty soon I will capture colonel Hogan himself, and then he will tell me what you aren't saying."
"How are you going to get the colonel mate? Reach a really long pole into camp and pull him out? That man is too scared to escape. He isn't leaving the camp till the Allies win the war."
That statement got a harder punch. Freed-Cot doubled over to try and catch his breath.
"Colonel Hogan may be scared to escape, but he isn't scared to leave of his own accord. I know there is something going on, and I will prove it. You see corporal; Hogan will most definitely try to rescue you. And when he does, I will be waiting for him."
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REVIEW PLEASE! Sorry for the lack of 'Aussie' in this chapter, I'll try harder next time.
*Shelia- girl
Summary- Freed-Cot gets caught, by the wrong people.
Author's note- Thanks for the reviews! Please write me more!
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Klink waved at Hogan to dismiss him from the office. It was just to embarrassing having him there hearing all the abuse that Burkhalter was hurling down the phone at him. The General obviously hadn't gotten up on the right side of the bed.
Hogan and Carter left to office after being silently dismissed by Klink. They hurried to barracks two, trying to look like they weren't hurrying at all. They arrived at the barracks and entered. Carter almost tripped over his own feet in an attempt to get down into the tunnel and find out what had happened in the time he had been listening to Klink's lecture.
Before either Carter or Hogan could get across the room the bunk bed opened and out stepped Kinch.
"What's going on Kinch?" Hogan asked, his stomach lurching at the look on the black sergeants face.
"Freed-Cot has been re-captured sir." Kinch said dejectedly.
"That's good!" Carter exclaimed, and then he noted Kinch's face, "Isn't it?"
"Not when it's the Gestapo who recaptured him." Kinch replied.
Hogan swore. "When did you hear that?" he asked.
"Just then. Hochsetter never going to let Klink forget this."
"Is he coming back to camp?"
"No. The underground has an agent inside the Gestapo, and he says that they're taking Freed-Cot to Gestapo headquarters."
Hogan swore again.
"My thoughts exactly sir."
"We have to get him out of there." Hogan said determinedly.
"What!" exclaimed Newkirk who had just appeared out of the tunnel, "have you gone completely barmy sir? He's at GESTAPO HEADQUARTERS. Once you've gone in, you don't come out again."
"We have to Newkirk. Freed-Cot wouldn't have been caught if it weren't for us, we were the ones who deliberately ruined his escape. If hochsetter thinks that Freed-Cot knows something about the operation he suspects we run here he won't hold off until he gets a signed confession saying Stalag 13 is an underground headquarters or something.. Gestapo torturers can make a person admit to almost anything. We have to get him out for his sake and ours."
"I'm in sir." Carter volunteered, feeling guilty about his part in the ruining of the escape.
"Thanks Carter." Hogan said, "This will be a dangerous mission. You don't have to some if you don't want to."
"I'm in." Kinch said quietly.
"Me too." Newkirk added.
"Maybe," Said LeBeau, speaking from where he sat at the table, "I don't like this Aussie very much. With his snags and his beer. Why should I risk my life for him?"
"You don't have to come."
LeBeau smiled broadly, "Ha! Fooled you all! Of course I'm coming mon colonel, no one deserves Gestapo imprisonment, not even the Australian."
"Thanks Louis, you had us all fooled for a minute there!" exclaimed Newkirk.
"I know."
"All right men, now I have a plan."
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Corporal Steve Freed-Cot was in the back of a truck heading to Gestapo headquarters. Opposite him sat two Gestapo lieutenants, with guns. Steve had now decided that escaping from the Gestapo would be a little bit more difficult then stalag 13.
He with held the temptation to speak, these guys didn't look as friendly as the guards at the Stalag.
The truck stopped moving and the guards stood up, Freed-Cot did as well.
"Move!" said one of the guards in heavily accented English, poking his gun into the corporal's back.
"I'm going; I'm going, hold your horses mate." Freed-Cot muttered, jumping out of the back of the truck.
He was in the main street of a town it looked like, outside a large building with a big swastika flag hanging down the front.
This must be the Gestapo headquarters, he thought quietly. Allowing himself to be ushered inside and taken to a cell.
A short man was waiting for him just inside the door. He had a very smug expression on his face, and a rather evil grin. It was Major Hochestter
"Hello Corporal, have a good ride?"
"Well mate it wasn't to bad, but I think it could have been better if you."
"QUIET!" Freed-cot rather sensibly shut up.
"So corporal, you know Colonel Hogan do you?" Freed-cot was surprised by the question, and the look of pure hatred that shot across the short man's face when he spoke the Colonels name.
"Yeah I know him, why?"
"What do you know about his underground operation?" asked the major, coming right up next to him.
"WHAT? Mate I think you need to get yourself a shelia*, the war's sending you round the bend."
Hochsetter didn't bother trying to translate what the Australian had said, he just punched him in the stomach.
"Let's try again shall we, what do you know about Colonel Hogan's underground operation?"
"You're out of ya friggin mind mate. Hogan don't have no underground operation."
Another punch.
"You know corporal, it doesn't matter what you say now. Pretty soon I will capture colonel Hogan himself, and then he will tell me what you aren't saying."
"How are you going to get the colonel mate? Reach a really long pole into camp and pull him out? That man is too scared to escape. He isn't leaving the camp till the Allies win the war."
That statement got a harder punch. Freed-Cot doubled over to try and catch his breath.
"Colonel Hogan may be scared to escape, but he isn't scared to leave of his own accord. I know there is something going on, and I will prove it. You see corporal; Hogan will most definitely try to rescue you. And when he does, I will be waiting for him."
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REVIEW PLEASE! Sorry for the lack of 'Aussie' in this chapter, I'll try harder next time.
*Shelia- girl