Berlin, Outside the Flat of Heidi Kaufmann
July 22, 1944, 1835 hours

Karl and Dieter had been watching the proceedings from several blocks down the street. When Lang and his men arrived, they had gotten out of the car and started to walk slowly down the street towards the group of people. They hadn't gotten far when they saw another man arrive.

"What the hell is going on down there?" Karl asked.

"I do not know, but it does not look good," Dieter replied.

At that moment, they saw one of the SS men take a gun and shoot one of the men in the head.

"Scheisse!" Dieter exclaimed. "You get the car. I am going down there!" He began running towards the group. "Hey! You there!" he shouted.

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Hogan heard his men gasp when Marya pulled the trigger. He watched Lang crumple to the ground and Marya throw the gun on top of him. "I cannot have idiots working for me," she said.

"What the hell are you doing?" Hogan asked incredulously.

Marya whirled towards Hogan with fire in her eyes. Before she could say anything, they heard a shout from down the street and saw a man running towards them and a car starting to move.

"Damn!" Hogan swore. "Everyone in the truck! And pick up those guns." He ran towards the truck where Schultz still sat behind the wheel, staring at the dead man on the pavement. "Move over, Schultz," he said. "I'll drive."

"No, Colonel Hogan," Schultz said firmly. "You brought me along to drive and that is what I am going to do." He started the truck.

"We're all set, Colonel," Carter said from the back. "The other two men ran away."

"Come on, Schultz, there's no time to argue," Hogan urged.

Without a word, Schultz pressed down on the accelerator and the truck shot forward, slamming Hogan back in his seat. He heard voices of protest from the back of the truck.

"Hold on back there," Schultz ordered as he screeched the truck around the corner. "I knew there would be trouble," the Sergeant grumbled.

"Colonel, there's a car following us," Carter said, sticking his head out from the back.

"Damn," Hogan said. "Why did Marya have to go and shoot that man?"

"You want me to ask her?" Carter asked.

"Later, Carter," Hogan groaned. "I think we've got more important things to do right now." To emphasize the point, Hogan heard a gunshot from behind the truck.

"They are shooting at us!" Schultz moaned. He turned the truck hard to round another corner. The truck swerved violently until Hogan thought they were going to tip over. At the last moment, Schultz deftly turned the wheel the other way and the truck straightened out.

"Schultz, I'm impressed," Hogan commented. "Where'd you learn to drive like this?

"I used to drive the getaway car for a gang of bank robbers in Heidelberg," Schultz deadpanned.

Hogan stared speechless at the Sergeant. After a moment, he saw a smile forming at the corners of Schultz's mouth. He began laughing. "Is this where I'm supposed to say Jolly Joker?" he asked playfully.

"You could," Schultz replied, taking another corner. "Or you could just keep quiet and let me drive."

Hogan held on as the truck sped through the streets of Berlin. It swerved around cars on the road and made corners that Hogan didn't think possible. After a while, Hogan heard more gunshots from the back of the truck and realized that his men were shooting back at the car following them.

Suddenly Schultz shouted, "Everyone hold on tight!"

Hogan wasn't sure what was going to happen. They were coming up on a cross street, but Schultz had taken tighter corners than what he saw ahead. Then it happened. Schultz turned the wheel and jammed on the brakes. The truck began tilting and the Sergeant kept manipulating the pedals and the wheel and suddenly the truck was stopped and facing the other direction. The car that was following them was now heading straight for them. Schultz jammed his foot on the accelerator and the truck took off … straight towards the car! At the last minute, Hogan saw the surprised look on the two men's faces as the car swerved to avoid a head on collision with the truck. After they passed, he heard a loud crash and the sound of breaking glass.

The truck kept going and after a minute, Newkirk's head popped out from the back. "Are you bloody crazy, Schultz!" he yelled. "You could have killed us!"

Schultz smiled. "Do not look at me, I know nothing … noooothing!" he said.