Okay. A baby's first year is pretty rough on a momma. It's even rougher when that first year happens to take place in 2020. But I'm back. Ish. Back enough to try and get to the end of this story. Sorry for the long delay.

As soon as Hochstetter left, Hogan went back to Klink's office. He found the Kommandant strutting about like a peacock, polishing and straightening his various knickknacks as he cheerfully hummed to himself. Upon Hogan's arrival, Klink turned and smiled, spreading his arms out wide before clapping his hands and rubbing them together.

"Ah Hogan! Come in, come in!"

"I take it everything went well with Hochstetter?" Hogan asked.

"Oh it could not have gone better!" Klink crowed. "Of course he was angry that Weiss was dead, but he did not blame me. Not even a mention of the Russian Front. And soon Corporal Weiss' body will be gone and we can forget this whole thing ever happened! Nothing more than a bad dream. Although I'm sorry you will not be able to host your spelling bee in the rec room until tomorrow."

"That'll give Newkirk more time to perfect chrysanthemum," Hogan said with a shrug. "But speaking of getting everything back to normal, that's why I'm here. Kommandant, I formally request that all the men that were moved be returned to their proper barracks."

Klink suddenly became serious. "Yes, of course." He cleared his throat, looking awkward. "Hogan, I want you to understand that you are a prisoner and we are enemies, but that does not mean I cannot apologize for... well, that is to say, I believe Corporal Weiss crossed a line and..." He squirmed and looked around as if the walls had ears. "Of course, Stalag 13's record is perfect and there was no need for any of the changes he made," he said with more confidence. "And the sooner we get back to normal, the sooner we can continue to be the most efficient, toughest, most secure camp in all of Germany!"

"I'll drink to that, sir!" Hogan replied enthusiastically. Klink dutifully poured him a drink, as well as a small nip for himself. They tapped their glasses together and nodded in a rare moment of camaraderie.

"I'll instruct Schultz to have his guards facilitate the move right away," Klink said after they had finished their drinks. "And I trust your men will not take advantage of the confusion and try to escape?"

"You have my word as an officer, Colonel: no escapes." Hogan paused in the doorway. "Colonel... about Carter?"

Klink heaved a sigh. "He's staying put. I can't say I'm sad about Corporal Weiss, but I also cannot have anarchy here at Stalag 13. And the fact of the matter is that, whatever his motivations, Sergeant Carter attacked a guard. I would suggest that a few days in the cooler is infinitely better than being shot."

"That's fair. I'd better go and tell the boys we're all moving. Thank-you, Kommandant."

Klink nodded and waved him off.

Hogan stepped into the compound, feeling a little lighter. By the end of the day, everyone would be back where they were supposed to be and soon Project Stone Breaker would be nothing but ashes and London would have their hands on all the Nazi research they could want.

Easy. Cake. Pie. Whatever.

It didn't take long for Schultz to mobilize the guards and start the moving process. It was nothing short of chaos until Hogan stepped in and took over. Between him and his men, everyone was soon organized and back in their original barracks. And, true to his word, the count was correct when roll call came around.

Soon afterwards, Hogan and his team were gathered in the tunnels. The men were basking in the feeling of relief that permeated the camp.

"Quick work on getting us all back in place, Colonel," Kinch said.

"Yeah. I hate to say it, but Klink may just have a good side. He was downright eager to get things back to normal. He even apologized... sort of," Hogan added with a shrug.

"Klink? Apologized?" LeBeau snorted in disbelief.

"Stranger things have happened," Kinch said.

"That was awful nice of him," Carter said from his seat at the radio. "After all, it wasn't his fault Weiss was here. Although, I suppose that he could have stopped Weiss from changing everything; he is a colonel after all and Weiss was only a Corporal. Could you imagine if you let Newkirk order you around, sir? Course Newkirk's pretty good at manipula-"

"So that's that then," Newkirk said, interrupting Carter. "Weiss is gone and everything is back to normal. All's well that ends well."

"There's still Operation Stone Breaker," Kinch said. "London wants us to put a stop to it."

"Don't tell me: Stone Breaker is responsible for our brawny friend?" Newkirk groaned.

"Right on the first try," Hogan said.

"And if we don't want any more of those goons popping up, we'd better do something about it," Newkirk continued.

"Correct."

"So what's the plan, Colonel?" Kinch asked.

"Tomorrow morning, Hochstetter is sending a few men to transport Weiss' body back to the doctors Frankenstein," Hogan began.

"So we take their place and go instead?" Newkirk said.

Hogan clicked his tongue. "Batting a thousand today, Newkirk, old boy. Would you like to go for a grand slam?"

"Seems to me, we ought to blow up the ruddy place once we find it," Newkirk drawled.

"But not before you get whatever information you can get your hands on," Kinch added quickly, still mindful of London's disappointment with their last adventure.

"World series play there, boys," Hogan grinned. "That's exactly what we need to do. Carter, I need you to whip up some explosives. Something that we can conceal in our uniforms. And maybe get a few bundles of dynamite together in a footlocker. We can put it in the back of the transport."

"Sure thing, Colonel." Excited, Carter jumped up. Instantly, his face contorted with pain and he fell back into his seat, biting his fist. "Son of a two-headed horny toad," he ground out.

"You all right mate?" Newkirk asked, quickly going to Carter's side.

"Uh, yep, fine," Carter said, though the tightness in his voice very much betrayed his answer. He took a few short breaths then smiled up at Hogan. "I'm okay, sir. Really. And by morning I'll be ready to go out on the mission."

"No dice, Carter. Sorry, but you're sitting this one out."

Carter's face fell. "But, sir, I-" He faltered under Hogan's skeptical look. "The explosives," he said, snapping his fingers. "Real finicky stuff. I better go along just to make sure it's set properly. I promise I'll stay in the truck unless you need me." He looked up at Hogan hopefully, his eyes pleading for him to accept the story. Hogan met his look with a critical gaze. Carter squirmed and looked away. "It's just," he continued in a mumble, "I guess I sort of feel responsible for this whole mess, and I thought maybe I should try to clean it up."

Hogan shook his head. "Nothing you did would've changed what we need to do."

"Sure, but... those explosives," Carter tried again, "they're pretty sensitive..."

"Then desensitize them," Hogan ordered.

Carter's face fell in defeat. "Right. I'll find something stable, sir." And with that, he got up and very deliberately walked away as if trying to prove there was nothing wrong with him- it was a valiant effort, but not very convincing.

Hogan turned his attention to Newkirk. "We'll take Olsen with us. Get some SS uniforms ready." Newkirk nodded and left. "Kinch, once the explosives are ready, take them out to the road so it's ready to go into the truck."

"Right," Kinch said with a nod.

"What about me, mon Colonel? What can I do?" LeBeau asked.

Clapping LeBeau on the shoulder, Hogan steered him towards the ladder. "LeBeau, my good man, you have the most important job."

"Oui? And what is that?"

"You need to make sure we've got a hearty breakfast in the morning; it takes a lot of energy to topple a superman."