An Aussie in their midst- Chapter 9
Author's note- Here we go. This is the last chapter in my story, although if you want I could write more about good old Corporal Steve Freedcot. Please enjoy the chapter (it isn't very good) and review at the end! Thankyou.
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Hogan stood watching the men near the bunk very closely. In his head he was running over a way to distract their attention if he thought they were going to find the tunnel. He was silently cursing the underground for taking so long with their part of the plan.
Suddenly a Gestapo man ran into the barracks at top speed and started talking to Major Hochsetter in German.
Hogan imprinted the look of surprise and horror on Major Hochsetter's face into his memory. It was priceless. And very relieving. The underground had come through for them.
"Klink, I have to go. We have another lead. I will be back though." He shot a threatening look at Hogan and marched quickly form the room, closely followed by his goons, Schultz and Klink.
"Well that was close." Muttered Newkirk, after a collective sigh of relief went around the room.
"I'll say." Agreed Carter, "but why did they leave?"
"I asked the underground to do us a favour. I asked them to make a fake trail away from Stalag 13, to divert suspicion from us. I'm very glad it worked. Now all we have to do is grab our little Aussie friend and stick him on a submarine back to England."
"I'll go get him." Carter said, heading for the tunnel.
He returned a few moments later with Freed-Cot. A couple large bruises were starting to come up on the corporal's face, and he had a cut above one eye, but apart from that he seemed ok after his Gestapo ordeal.
"So what's going to happen now mate? You've sent that Gestapo boy on the wrong tram*, but he'll be back, and then we'll all be on a bit of a sticky wicket**."
"We're going to get you to the underground, and they'll put you on a submarine back to England. You'll be back and fighting before you know it." Hogan said to Freed-Cot, smiling as the Australians face lit up.
"I get to go back to my mates! They'll think I'm barmy as a bandicoot*** when I tell 'em about you blokes."
"Yeah, about that..." Newkirk said, "You can't tell them anything about us. We don't exist. We can't let the Germans know that we're here, working under their noses or..."
"Ok boys, don't have to worry bout me. I won't turn dingo on you****."
"Thanks, I think." Hogan said, not quite understanding the Aussie, but getting the general gist of what he was saying.
"The underground will be waiting for you tonight, that way you'll be long gone before Hochsetter realises he was set up." Hogan explained, "You might want to get some sleep before then. I think we all need it."
The heroes agreed heartily. They had been up and running around, confusing Germans for hours and were all exhausted. Everyone took their leave, and Freedcot disappeared down into the tunnel to veg out for a while.
It seemed like no time had passed at all when Hogan felt Kinch shaking him.
"Sir, time to go."
Hogan jumped up out of bed, pulled on his bomber jacket and went to join the goodbyes.
Down the tunnel Freed-cot was standing with an underground agent, Peter Pan, all set to leave. Hogan could clearly see the beloved slouch hat tucked under one arm.
The heroes assembled around him, not quite sure what to say to the man who had made their lives so interesting over the past couple weeks.
"Oh well, thanks mates, for breaking me out." Freedcot said earnestly, "I thought I was down the creek without a paddle***** before you blokes arrived."
"It was nothing." Carter said quickly, "well, I mean, it was something, breaking into Gestapo headquarters and all, but it was nothing because you're our friend and..."
"I get the gist mate. No need to waffle on******." Freedcot said, grinning at the sergeant.
Carter grinned back a little sheepishly.
Newkirk stepped forward and offered the Australian his hand, "Good to meet you mate." Newkirk said, "Maybe we can all get together after the war and have a beer or two."
"Deal." Freedcot said happily, "I'll see ya then."
Kinch held out his hand a Freedcot took it, with a quiet "I'm sorry about your radio mate."
Kinch's face went bright red. "What did you do to my radio?" he asked quickly.
"Nothing mate, just wanted to see the look on your face."
Kinch smiled good naturedly and went to check on the radio, just in case.
LeBeau shook the other corporal's hand, muttering about 'poor taste' and 'snags on the barbie'.
Finally Freedcot turned to Hogan.
"Well sir, good luck with your little operation down here. I'd be scared out of my wits to be within Cooee******* of the Germans, but you blokes, your braver than I am that's for sure. It's been a pleasure to be in your camp."
"Well corporal, it sure will be, quieter without you here."
"I'll take that as a compliment sir." Freedcot said, giving a final wave and following the Peter Pan, the underground agent, up the ladder to the surface and to freedom.
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*on the wrong tram- in the wrong direction, given the wrong idea ** Bit of a sticky wicket- trouble ***barmy as a bandicoot- crazy, insane **** Turn dingo- be an informer, to spill secrets *****up the creek without a paddle- in trouble ******waffle on- to ramble on *******- to be within cooee-to be very close
Yeah, yeah I know, the last chapter was sappy mushy crap, but I can't write endings! Anyway, hope you enjoyed the chapter and the story! There might be a sequel in the works if you reviewers think it's worth it. PLEASE REVIEW! Thanks so much for reading! –Capt.Cow
Author's note- Here we go. This is the last chapter in my story, although if you want I could write more about good old Corporal Steve Freedcot. Please enjoy the chapter (it isn't very good) and review at the end! Thankyou.
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Hogan stood watching the men near the bunk very closely. In his head he was running over a way to distract their attention if he thought they were going to find the tunnel. He was silently cursing the underground for taking so long with their part of the plan.
Suddenly a Gestapo man ran into the barracks at top speed and started talking to Major Hochsetter in German.
Hogan imprinted the look of surprise and horror on Major Hochsetter's face into his memory. It was priceless. And very relieving. The underground had come through for them.
"Klink, I have to go. We have another lead. I will be back though." He shot a threatening look at Hogan and marched quickly form the room, closely followed by his goons, Schultz and Klink.
"Well that was close." Muttered Newkirk, after a collective sigh of relief went around the room.
"I'll say." Agreed Carter, "but why did they leave?"
"I asked the underground to do us a favour. I asked them to make a fake trail away from Stalag 13, to divert suspicion from us. I'm very glad it worked. Now all we have to do is grab our little Aussie friend and stick him on a submarine back to England."
"I'll go get him." Carter said, heading for the tunnel.
He returned a few moments later with Freed-Cot. A couple large bruises were starting to come up on the corporal's face, and he had a cut above one eye, but apart from that he seemed ok after his Gestapo ordeal.
"So what's going to happen now mate? You've sent that Gestapo boy on the wrong tram*, but he'll be back, and then we'll all be on a bit of a sticky wicket**."
"We're going to get you to the underground, and they'll put you on a submarine back to England. You'll be back and fighting before you know it." Hogan said to Freed-Cot, smiling as the Australians face lit up.
"I get to go back to my mates! They'll think I'm barmy as a bandicoot*** when I tell 'em about you blokes."
"Yeah, about that..." Newkirk said, "You can't tell them anything about us. We don't exist. We can't let the Germans know that we're here, working under their noses or..."
"Ok boys, don't have to worry bout me. I won't turn dingo on you****."
"Thanks, I think." Hogan said, not quite understanding the Aussie, but getting the general gist of what he was saying.
"The underground will be waiting for you tonight, that way you'll be long gone before Hochsetter realises he was set up." Hogan explained, "You might want to get some sleep before then. I think we all need it."
The heroes agreed heartily. They had been up and running around, confusing Germans for hours and were all exhausted. Everyone took their leave, and Freedcot disappeared down into the tunnel to veg out for a while.
It seemed like no time had passed at all when Hogan felt Kinch shaking him.
"Sir, time to go."
Hogan jumped up out of bed, pulled on his bomber jacket and went to join the goodbyes.
Down the tunnel Freed-cot was standing with an underground agent, Peter Pan, all set to leave. Hogan could clearly see the beloved slouch hat tucked under one arm.
The heroes assembled around him, not quite sure what to say to the man who had made their lives so interesting over the past couple weeks.
"Oh well, thanks mates, for breaking me out." Freedcot said earnestly, "I thought I was down the creek without a paddle***** before you blokes arrived."
"It was nothing." Carter said quickly, "well, I mean, it was something, breaking into Gestapo headquarters and all, but it was nothing because you're our friend and..."
"I get the gist mate. No need to waffle on******." Freedcot said, grinning at the sergeant.
Carter grinned back a little sheepishly.
Newkirk stepped forward and offered the Australian his hand, "Good to meet you mate." Newkirk said, "Maybe we can all get together after the war and have a beer or two."
"Deal." Freedcot said happily, "I'll see ya then."
Kinch held out his hand a Freedcot took it, with a quiet "I'm sorry about your radio mate."
Kinch's face went bright red. "What did you do to my radio?" he asked quickly.
"Nothing mate, just wanted to see the look on your face."
Kinch smiled good naturedly and went to check on the radio, just in case.
LeBeau shook the other corporal's hand, muttering about 'poor taste' and 'snags on the barbie'.
Finally Freedcot turned to Hogan.
"Well sir, good luck with your little operation down here. I'd be scared out of my wits to be within Cooee******* of the Germans, but you blokes, your braver than I am that's for sure. It's been a pleasure to be in your camp."
"Well corporal, it sure will be, quieter without you here."
"I'll take that as a compliment sir." Freedcot said, giving a final wave and following the Peter Pan, the underground agent, up the ladder to the surface and to freedom.
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*on the wrong tram- in the wrong direction, given the wrong idea ** Bit of a sticky wicket- trouble ***barmy as a bandicoot- crazy, insane **** Turn dingo- be an informer, to spill secrets *****up the creek without a paddle- in trouble ******waffle on- to ramble on *******- to be within cooee-to be very close
Yeah, yeah I know, the last chapter was sappy mushy crap, but I can't write endings! Anyway, hope you enjoyed the chapter and the story! There might be a sequel in the works if you reviewers think it's worth it. PLEASE REVIEW! Thanks so much for reading! –Capt.Cow