An Aussie in their midst, Chapter 6 Aussie vs German
Summary- Hochsetter is getting a little more than he bargained from our Aussie, and the heroes have a plan.
Authors note- Thanks to Marilyn P. for your review, and title inspiration.
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It was about an hour later and both Hochsetter and Freed-Cot were rather worse for wear. Hochsetter was on the verge of pulling his hair out the Australian was just so, annoying. Freed-Cot was rather worse for wear from the frequent punches, slaps etc.
"Look, mate, can't we just call it a day?" Freed-Cot said, everything in his body aching like mad.
"I will stop when I get answers corporal!" exclaimed Hochsetter angrily, wishing he had an aspirin.
"Snakey aren't we." Commented Freed-Cot, "look mate you said it yourself you can just get the answers out of Colonel Hogan when he arrives." He said it sarcastically, as if Hochsetter was mad expecting Colonel Hogan.
Hochsetter glared at the corporal. "You will see corporal. If I were you I would be HOPING Hogan came for me, otherwise you will be here a very long time."
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Hogan's plan was rather straightforward, and absolutely insane. It needed some very clever timing, rather clever acting and a hell of a lot of luck.
He had gone to Klink and convinced him to send his car out to be fixed. That was transportation checked off his list.
Meanwhile Newkirk had three Gestapo uniforms ready to go, a Colonel and two lieutenants.
Carter had spent all morning finding the perfect stick of dynamite. Kinch had played with his radio. And LeBeau had cooked.
Now they were all set.
Hogan, Carter and Newkirk jumped in Klink's car and headed off towards Gestapo headquarters.
LeBeau was keeping Schultz occupied.
Kinch was sending a message to Hochsetter about a mass escape at Stalag 5, which was about 20minutes away from Gestapo headquarters. Hogan hoped Hochsetter and most of the Gestapo would take the bait, jump in their trucks, and head off to Stalag 5, leaving an easy job for Hogan, Carter and Newkirk.
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Another hour of interrogation with the Australian and Hochsetter had given up. The Australian was a huge disappointment. Most men were an absolute well of information by now. All Freed-cot seemed capable of doing was talking in phrases that Hochsetter didn't understand. Like what the heck did "mate you're moving so much you look like you got a bandicoot down your shorts."
Hochsetter was now sitting in his office, rubbing his temples and trying to ease away the headache that was now plaguing him.
It had almost gone when the phone rang. The major groaned and leaned down to answer it.
"Gestapo headquarters, Major Hochsetters office."
"Sir, this is Corporal Kinch-Meyer, from Stalag 5, we've had a mss escape, thirty prisoners are missing. We need the Gestapo's help to recapture them all!"
Finally something to brighten his day! Hochsetter smiled, he really didn't like the commandant of Stalag 5, and now was his chance to get rid of the man.
"We'll be there as soon as we can corporal."
"Excellent."
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Hogan, Carter and Newkirk all dressed as Gestapo arrived just as a whole lot of trucks went flying down the road in the direction of Stalag 5.
"Kinch did well" Newkirk muttered as they walked up the stairs. Hogan grinned slightly at him and then got into character. This was where it got a little bit risky. If Hochsetter had stayed behind he would recognise Colonel Hogan almost immediately, once he looked past the little black moustache that was stuck on to Hogan's face.
"Here we go."
Hogan swept through the door and slammed it behind him, causing everyone in the foyer of the Gestapo headquarters to look at him. He marched up to the reception desk and said in a very loud voice,
"Colonel Hoffenwhaffer to see Major Hochsetter."
"I'm sorry sir, but Major Hochsetter isn't here."
Hogan's face turned purple. He actually looked ready to explode with rage.
"NOT HERE!" He thundered, "NOT HERE!"
"No sir!" stammered the terrified Sergeant at the desk, he left to investigate an escape.
"Did he not remember that Colonel Hoffenwhaffer was coming to inspect him? Stupid man." Hogan was enjoying himself immensely.
"No sir, he must have forgotten."
"Well that is one point lost on his efficiency sheet," Hogan said, whipping a clipboard out form inside his coat and writing on it.
As Hogan blocked the receptionists view with a clip board Newkirk and Carter walked straight past, trying to look like they belonged there.
Once they were past Hogan (well, Hoffenwhaffer) continued to distract the receptionist, pointing at things and saying how inefficient they were, and then shouting at random intervals just to keep the poor man on his toes.
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Ok, more is coming soon, sorry it took so long to update we disconnected our computer. Sorry if it takes a while to update, I'm not allowed on the computer during the week unless all my homework is done. -Capt.Cow
Summary- Hochsetter is getting a little more than he bargained from our Aussie, and the heroes have a plan.
Authors note- Thanks to Marilyn P. for your review, and title inspiration.
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It was about an hour later and both Hochsetter and Freed-Cot were rather worse for wear. Hochsetter was on the verge of pulling his hair out the Australian was just so, annoying. Freed-Cot was rather worse for wear from the frequent punches, slaps etc.
"Look, mate, can't we just call it a day?" Freed-Cot said, everything in his body aching like mad.
"I will stop when I get answers corporal!" exclaimed Hochsetter angrily, wishing he had an aspirin.
"Snakey aren't we." Commented Freed-Cot, "look mate you said it yourself you can just get the answers out of Colonel Hogan when he arrives." He said it sarcastically, as if Hochsetter was mad expecting Colonel Hogan.
Hochsetter glared at the corporal. "You will see corporal. If I were you I would be HOPING Hogan came for me, otherwise you will be here a very long time."
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Hogan's plan was rather straightforward, and absolutely insane. It needed some very clever timing, rather clever acting and a hell of a lot of luck.
He had gone to Klink and convinced him to send his car out to be fixed. That was transportation checked off his list.
Meanwhile Newkirk had three Gestapo uniforms ready to go, a Colonel and two lieutenants.
Carter had spent all morning finding the perfect stick of dynamite. Kinch had played with his radio. And LeBeau had cooked.
Now they were all set.
Hogan, Carter and Newkirk jumped in Klink's car and headed off towards Gestapo headquarters.
LeBeau was keeping Schultz occupied.
Kinch was sending a message to Hochsetter about a mass escape at Stalag 5, which was about 20minutes away from Gestapo headquarters. Hogan hoped Hochsetter and most of the Gestapo would take the bait, jump in their trucks, and head off to Stalag 5, leaving an easy job for Hogan, Carter and Newkirk.
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Another hour of interrogation with the Australian and Hochsetter had given up. The Australian was a huge disappointment. Most men were an absolute well of information by now. All Freed-cot seemed capable of doing was talking in phrases that Hochsetter didn't understand. Like what the heck did "mate you're moving so much you look like you got a bandicoot down your shorts."
Hochsetter was now sitting in his office, rubbing his temples and trying to ease away the headache that was now plaguing him.
It had almost gone when the phone rang. The major groaned and leaned down to answer it.
"Gestapo headquarters, Major Hochsetters office."
"Sir, this is Corporal Kinch-Meyer, from Stalag 5, we've had a mss escape, thirty prisoners are missing. We need the Gestapo's help to recapture them all!"
Finally something to brighten his day! Hochsetter smiled, he really didn't like the commandant of Stalag 5, and now was his chance to get rid of the man.
"We'll be there as soon as we can corporal."
"Excellent."
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Hogan, Carter and Newkirk all dressed as Gestapo arrived just as a whole lot of trucks went flying down the road in the direction of Stalag 5.
"Kinch did well" Newkirk muttered as they walked up the stairs. Hogan grinned slightly at him and then got into character. This was where it got a little bit risky. If Hochsetter had stayed behind he would recognise Colonel Hogan almost immediately, once he looked past the little black moustache that was stuck on to Hogan's face.
"Here we go."
Hogan swept through the door and slammed it behind him, causing everyone in the foyer of the Gestapo headquarters to look at him. He marched up to the reception desk and said in a very loud voice,
"Colonel Hoffenwhaffer to see Major Hochsetter."
"I'm sorry sir, but Major Hochsetter isn't here."
Hogan's face turned purple. He actually looked ready to explode with rage.
"NOT HERE!" He thundered, "NOT HERE!"
"No sir!" stammered the terrified Sergeant at the desk, he left to investigate an escape.
"Did he not remember that Colonel Hoffenwhaffer was coming to inspect him? Stupid man." Hogan was enjoying himself immensely.
"No sir, he must have forgotten."
"Well that is one point lost on his efficiency sheet," Hogan said, whipping a clipboard out form inside his coat and writing on it.
As Hogan blocked the receptionists view with a clip board Newkirk and Carter walked straight past, trying to look like they belonged there.
Once they were past Hogan (well, Hoffenwhaffer) continued to distract the receptionist, pointing at things and saying how inefficient they were, and then shouting at random intervals just to keep the poor man on his toes.
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Ok, more is coming soon, sorry it took so long to update we disconnected our computer. Sorry if it takes a while to update, I'm not allowed on the computer during the week unless all my homework is done. -Capt.Cow