Hogan stepped into formation outside Barracks 2. Panic rose up in his chest, making it hard to breathe. He shouldn't have stopped to chat with his men. He should have told them to get down into the tunnels to arm themselves. They had enough firepower to take over the camp.

The source of his panic was the thought that, as soon as they were separated, Weiss would order the guards to simply shoot the Jewish prisoners. Maybe even the black prisoners as well. Weiss had no regard for the Geneva Convention, or even basic decency or humanity. Everything took a back seat to his twisted Nazi ideology.

He would just have to hope for the best. But the second things went south, he would spring into action. He'd take on Weiss unarmed if he had to. The other prisoners would follow his lead. Not even Weiss could fight off five hundred men.

Corporal Weiss strode into the centre of the compound and motioned for the other guards to join him. After Weiss issued his orders, the guards dispersed and began pulling men out of formation and shepherded them into groups.

"Just go with it," Hogan ordered. "But be ready to take action on my mark."

"And what sort of action will you take, Colonel Hogan?" Weiss asked as he marched up to the Barracks 2 formation.

"I was thinking of starting a letter-writing campaign to our congressmen," Hogan quipped.

Weiss grunted. With one meaty paw, he grabbed LeBeau and pulled him out of formation. "In front of Barracks 18. Englanders to Barracks 10. You," he growled to Kinch, "Barracks 19."

The men looked to Hogan, who nodded, before leaving. Hogan flexed his hands, balling them into fists and them stretching them out as he waited for whatever came next.

Weiss oiled his way behind the rest of the formation. Then he placed a boot on Goldman's back and pushed him to the ground. "Barracks 20, dog."

Hogan took half a step forward, but since Weiss didn't seem to make any more hostile gestures, he stayed put, instead choosing to glare at Weiss. If he didn't provoke the giant, maybe he wouldn't take it out on his men.

With a scowl, Goldman got to his feet, only to be pushed down again.

"That's enough, Weiss," Hogan growled.

"Yeah, leave him alone," Carter added.

Weiss grunted and gave Goldman another light push with his boot.

If he was planning on intimidating Goldman, or hoping he would crawl away, he was sorely mistaken. Goldman got to his feet, brushed himself off, and after shooting Weiss a dirty look, marched off towards Barracks 20.

That left just the white Americans in front of Barracks 2. Hogan saw a few more breaking from formation in front of other huts to make their way over. They would make up the largest group and would most likely occupy huts 1 through 10 while the English would take huts 11 through 17. If he were lucky, he'd at least keep Olsen and Carter in Barracks 2 with him.

But Weiss seemed to have other plans. Before any more Americans could join them, Weiss grabbed Carter's arm and pulled him out of line.

"Barracks 1," he ordered. Carter cast a wary glance at Hogan, but then pulled his arm out of Weiss' loose grip and stalked away.

Hogan tracked him for a moment before looking around to try and find the rest of his men. But all the barracks they had been assigned to were out of his eye sight. He especially wished he could see Barracks 20, but figured as long as Weiss stayed close by, he wouldn't have to worry too much about them. The other guards wouldn't dare shoot a group of prisoners, even if Weiss had ordered them to. The one good thing he could say about the guards at Stalag 13 was that they weren't Nazis. Rather they were old, third and fourth-tier soldiers who were just trying to make it through the war in one piece.

More Americans joined Hogan at Barracks 2. They were quickly divided into groups- 15 men, including Hogan, for Barracks 2, 20 men for the other huts. At the very least, Olsen was still assigned to Barracks 2. And it seemed that Weiss wasn't going completely overboard with segregating them; Garlotti, Schmidt, LaCroix and Lopez were all in Barracks 2 with him. Apparently as long as they weren't black or Jewish, and American was an American. Weiss probably considered them all mongrels.

"Feel better now, Weiss?" Hogan asked contemptuously once they were all separated and off to their own barracks.

"It is not for my benefit, but yours," Weiss answered.

"How thoughtful."

"Never knew the Krauts had our best interests at heart," Olsen said with a scowl.

"Don't you know that's why they started the war? It's for our own good," Garlotti sneered.

"Enough!" Weiss snapped. "You have your new assignment, now everyone back into the barracks. Now."

That suited Hogan just fine. He was anxious to get back inside anyway. More accurately, he was impatient to get into the tunnels and over to Barracks 19 and 20. He'd have to wait until Weiss was out of earshot- though he wasn't sure what that distance was. Either way, he'd have to risk it.

"Let's skip introductions for now," Hogan said once they were inside. "Garlotti, watch the door. You see Weiss?"

"Heading towards Klink's office," Garlotti reported. "Okay, he's in."

"Stay put. Olsen," Hogan snapped his fingers and Olsen fell into step behind him as he marched up to Kinch's bunk. Hogan opened the tunnel entrance and jumped onto the ladder, quickly making his way down. As soon as he hit the floor, he started towards the munitions room. There he grabbed a few hand guns. He handed two of them to Olsen.

"Give them to Kinch- Barracks 19. Tell him to use them only if he needs to. And for Pete sakes tell him to hide them like his life depended on it."

"Do you think he'll need to?" Olsen asked looking worried.

"No way to know for sure. Weiss is a fanatic, and fanatics can justify any extreme measure."

"How are we going to get rid of this guy, Colonel?"

Hogan sighed. "I don't know. Not yet. Now hurry up and get going."

Olsen nodded and double-timed it out of the room. Hogan pocketed two more handguns and followed him down the tunnel. They parted ways to get to their respective destinations.

Carefully and as quietly as he could, Hogan climbed the ladder leading up to Barracks 20. He paused just under the entrance and strained his ears to try and hear if there were any guards up there, but there wasn't much he could make out. Deciding it was worth the risk, Hogan gently tapped on the entrance.

Shave and a haircut.

He waited with baited breath. A moment later, the entrance opened. It wasn't nearly as sophisticated as the entrance in Barracks 2- just some loose floorboards, barely wide enough for a man to get through. Hogan poked his head up and looked around. With a grimace he noted that there were at least thirty men crammed into the hut, meaning there were not enough beds to go around. Against the Geneva Convention, but then again, what did Weiss care?

"Everyone all right?" Hogan asked in a hoarse whisper.

"We're fine for now, Colonel," Goldman reported. He came and crouched by the entrance. "Why, you hear something, sir?"

Hogan shook his head. "No. Nothing. But I don't trust Weiss. Do you?" Goldman also shook his head. Hogan dug into his pocket and pulled out one of the guns and handed it to Goldman. "Here." He pulled out the other gun and passed it along. "Just in case. Don't use it unless you have to." Goldman nodded and pocketed the weapons. "Hide them, but keep them close enough to get to in a hurry." It was a big risk to give them weapons. It didn't matter who they were- what race they were- if the guards found a weapon in the barracks, that would give them reason enough to shoot them all. But Hogan wasn't about to leave them defenseless. Not against a radical like Weiss. And so it was a calculated risk that Hogan was willing to take.

Goldman nodded. "When should we use them?"

Hogan frowned. "Only if it looks like Weiss is going to mow you down. Look, I think it's obvious that Weiss doesn't like you, so you're just going to have to grow a thick skin and bear a little mistreatment."

"Story of our lives," Goldman said with a little sigh. "Don't worry, Colonel, we know how to handle ourselves."

"I know. Sorry this is all you get, but you can't very well hide an arsenal in here."

"This'll be fine. Thanks, Colonel."

Hogan nodded. "Good luck," he said before he started back down the ladder. The entrance above him was quickly covered, leaving him in semi-darkness as he climbed down.

Feeling a little better about the situation, Hogan raced back to Barracks 2. Olsen joined him and together they climbed back up. Garlotti nodded when they arrived. All clear then.

Good. Hogan could use a little luck.