The Gestapo had Papa. Sophie's legs wobbled as she pictured her father chained to the wall of a dark prison cell. Worst of all, there was nothing she could do about it. She gripped the note so tight, the paper tore between her fingers. The sense of helplessness enveloped her. Who would dare stand up to the Gestapo? Even Anna's family would back off as soon as she mentioned that terrible name. What about Colonel Hogan? He could help, but why would he? After all, Sophie's father didn't mean anything to them. Rescuing him would only risk their operation.

Sophie's eye rested on a picture of their family, taken years ago before her mother and brother had gone. Papa was her family, and family stuck together no matter what. She carefully folded what was left of the note and placed it in her pocket. With a nod of determination, she marched out the door straight for Stalag 13. Hopefully, she would remember how to get there. That didn't matter. She would search for the rest of the war if it meant getting Papa back.

After endless hours of cycling up and down old dirt roads, Sophie finally found the POW camp. She stopped a safe distance from the front gates to figure out her next move. The guards in the towers eyed her menacingly. There was no getting in that way. Instead, she backtracked and stashed her bicycle in the woods. That done, she circled wide around the camp, hoping she would stumble across the tree stump tunnel somewhere. Unfortunately, they had disguised it a little too well. She yanked on nearly every tree stump she passed with no luck. Between attempts, she had to duck for cover at every snap of a twig. Thankfully, these guards weren't as alert as the guards at the laboratory.

Finally, she spotted a tree stump where the brush surrounding it seemed more flattened than usual. With a flutter of hope, she tugged at the top of the stump. It gave way, much to her relief. She clambered down the ladder into the tunnel. The warmth of the underground room provided slight relief. As far as she could see, the place was abandoned. A subtle rustling noise from deeper in the tunnels caught her attention. She crept forward, knowing time was of the essence. Turning a corner, she found Carter humming to himself as he attached a timer to a packet of dynamite. Not wanting to cause a commotion, she cleared her throat. Carter yelped and spun around, nearly upsetting a table of explosives. He breathed a sigh of relief when he recognized his audience.

"Sophie, what are you doing back here? Did Hochstetter do anything to you?"

"He asked me a few questions and let me go. But I have something really important to ask Colonel Hogan."

"And what would that be?" said a deep voice.

Sophie whipped around to find Hogan towering over her with arms crossed and brow lowered. She gulped as she studied his humorless expression.

"Please, Colonel. The Gestapo took my Papa last night. He's innocent of any wrongdoing, but I'm sure they'll do terrible things to him anyway. You have to help me get him out. He's the only family I have left."

Hogan's expression softened a touch at Sophie's desperate plea. "I'd like to help, but this is a civilian problem. Why don't you contact the local Underground? Use your codename, Snowgoose, and have them set up a…"

"I'm not Snowgoose!" Sophie blurted. "I never was. It was all a mistake. The real Snowgoose got caught and she planted the blueprints on me when no one was looking. When I realized who you were, I thought it would be a great idea to pretend I was an agent. I could be like Wonderwoman and save the world from evil. But now, Papa's in prison and it's because of me. I'm not an agent, and I never will be. I'm sorry, Colonel."

Sophie hung her head and stared at the loose dirt at her feet. Hogan stared down at her with crossed arms. She wished the Colonel would say something. Yell. Scold. Lecture. Anything would be better than this silence.

"You wanted to be an agent that badly?"

"Yes sir."

Another excruciating moment of silence followed.

"Carter, go tell Kinch that plans are changing for tonight," said Hogan.

Carter nodded and scurried towards the ladder.

"Then you'll help me?" Sophie asked, hope rising once again.

"We wouldn't leave a fellow agent stranded."

"But I told you, I'm not an agent."

"But without you, this entire mission would've been a failure. We owe it to you to keep your family safe. Of course, it won't be safe for you to stick around, which is why we'll be getting you and your dad out of Germany for safekeeping. You can wait out the rest of the war in London."

"London? Colonel, how can I ever thank you?"

"Don't thank me yet. We still have to rescue Papa."

Carter returned with the rest of the team close on his heels.

"Sophie, what are you doing back here?" asked Kinch.

"Gentlemen," said Hogan, "We've had a change in priorities. Kinch, you and Carter are going with Sophie to rescue her father. Newkirk, LeBeau, and I will destroy that laboratory."

"You mean we're doing both?" asked a stunned Newkirk.

"It'll work out perfectly. The prisoner escape will serve as a diversion, leaving the lab open to be blown sky-high."

"It might just work," replied Kinch.

"It has to," Sophie insisted, "I won't rest until my Papa is safe."

Hogan nodded. "In that case, have a seat so we can discuss the details."