Author's Note: I don't own Hogan's Heroes. This is a fictional story any resemblance to persons living or dead is coincidental.
When Hogan opened his eyes, he blinked several times in confusion… it was dark. So he sat up, bumping his head on the bottom of the top bunk. He rubbed his eyes as it all came back to him. The mission going pear-shaped, Carter going missing, finding Lutzen in the cellar, and then London's lack of confidence in them. He crawled out of the bottom bunk and went into the common room.
"Whose bright idea was it to let me sleep late?" Hogan grumbled, reaching for the pot of coffee on the stove. Slim looked to Walters who pointed to Newkirk and Carter's set of bunks. Where Wilson was changing the bandage and lecturing the Englishmen about the lack of care, "You tore three of the stitches. I'm gonna have to restitch it and at this rate your leg won't ever heal."
Hogan wandered over to see Newkirk propped up on Carter's bunk, wincing as Wilson skillfully pulled out the last stitch. "What happened?" he asked, in a gentler tone.
Newkirk flushed with embarrassment, "I was climbin' up the ladder to come get you and me leg just gave out."
Wilson frowned, as he started to pull the thread through the lips of the wound, "He was also running around getting LeBeau and Olsen out with the film and dealing with Klink to get him to do a head count, instead of roll call. Oh, and refitting Miss Boucher's outfit, apparently LeBeau didn't do it right." Wilson finished stitching and stood to face Hogan, "But do you know what we wasn't doing? Resting, like I told him and now you can add a minor concussion to his list of ailments."
"I just bumped me 'ead!" Newkirk said, exasperatedly. "It ain't like I split it open."
Wilson rolled his eyes as he started to wrap Newkirk's leg, "Colonel, would you do me a favor?"
Hogan grinned, knowing where this was going, "Anything for you, Doc."
Wilson finished tying off the bandage, "Order him to stay put… he won't listen to me."
Newkirk muttered under his breath as Hogan made it an official order. Hogan asked how long Olsen and LeBeau had been gone. "No more than an 'our. They should be back any minute, but that's not why I was coming to get you. Kinch 'as London on the line, more specifically, Georgie Porgie."
Hogan set his cup on the table and ran to the tunnel entrance, scrambling down the ladder. Wilson turned to Newkirk, "Georgie Porgie?"
"Don't know 'is real name, only 'Ogan does, but I do know 'e's a bigwig." Newkirk shifted, "'E might even be in charge of this 'ole operation."
Down in the tunnel, Kinch was sitting at the radio getting a tongue lashing. Hogan motioned for him to turn the microphone over. Kinch handed it to him and got up, offering his seat to Hogan.
"Georgie Porgie, this is Papa Bear."
A deep, obviously American, voice came over the wire, "So glad you could join us."
Hogan licked his lips, "I apologize, sir. I had some pressing matters."
"Anything to do with the package?"
"The package is with the postman. You should be checking the mailbox."
"At least that's gone right. I pushed for your operation, Papa Bear. I spent a lot of capital to get the funding for your little endeavor and recently you haven't been delivering."
Hogan sighed, "We've done the best we could. We had a little hitch, but that's been taken care of, everything should go back to normal."
"You've taken care of the obstacle?"
"He'll be on his way East in a few days, but he'll not be anymore trouble for the operation." Hogan, turned as he heard noises behind him. "Stand-by, Georgie." Kinch pulled a pistol from it's usual spot behind the radio, both men tensed. A moment later, Olsen stepped through the opening, "Oh for..." he exclaimed, taking a step back when he saw Kinch's pistol pointed at him.
Kinch relaxed and put the pistol back behind the radio. Hogan asked if the film had gotten to the sub.
LeBeau nodded, "Sub should be back home within the hour."
"You two go up stairs." Hogan picked the microphone back up, "Go ahead, Georgie."
"Everything all right?"
"Yes, sir." Hogan assured him, "My cubs just returned. Your package should be there in an hour."
Kinch settled down against the wall and listened intently. He knew as well as Hogan how important this call was.
"As our English friends would say… Good show, old boy. Now, to the serious business, I can go to bat for you… keep you up and running, but I need results. Uncle Sam isn't a bottomless piggy bank. There is something coming up. I'll have it sent to you in code, it's important and it's all yours… if you think you can handle it."
"We can handle it, sir. We'll stand-by for the orders." Hogan said, nodding to Kinch, who grabbed his pad and pencil.
"We won't have the exact details for a few more days, good luck. Out."
Hogan set down the microphone and sighed, "I want someone at the radio at all times."
"Yes, sir." Kinch replied, "I'll spend the next six hours down here then Baker can relieve me for six and so on. Sir, what do you think the mission is?"
"Who knows… I just hope the few day leeway is enough to get Newkirk back on his feet. Being down one man before a big mission is bad enough, but two just isn't cricket." Hogan said as he climbed the ladder. Kinch chuckled and settled into his first shift.
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Four days later found the heroes still anxiously waiting on the orders for their mission. Kinch and Baker took turns sleeping, eating, and manning the radio. The only time both of them were above ground at the same time was roll call. All of Newkirk's concussion symptoms were gone and, due to Hogan's order and Joe's watchful eye, the stitches in his leg were still in place and his wound was healing nicely. Joe had even said, if the healing process kept up at this rate, he'd have the stitches out by the end of the week.
News came from Dr. Voll, Carter was gaining strength every day. He was out of the woods and Dr. Voll told Klink that Carter would be ready to come home the next day, but with lots of rest. LeBeau spent all of his time either cooking for the Heroes or down in the tunnel with Jocelyn. They had been unable to get her out of camp due to the heat put on the area by the Gestapo.
Hochstetter was determined to find that girl. He had come sniffing around a couple of days ago. He'd questioned Hogan and LeBeau, then Wilburt, and finally Lutzen. He'd left in a huff when he couldn't find the answers in camp.
Lutzen had left yesterday. A Gestapo staff car came to pick him up and several of Gestapo agents had escorted him out of camp. One of the agents had stopped in at Klink's office and, with the use of the coffee pot, Hogan overheard the agent telling Klink that Wilburt's transfer had gone through. He was reduced in rank to a private and he had a probationary period, but if he kept his nose clean, Private Fielderbach would stay under Klink's command.
Klink was still fuming about all of the trouble. Every day Hogan would stick his nose in to Helga's office and check on Klink's mood. Helga would shake her head, just as Klink would bellow for her to take a letter, memo, or report. Hogan would quickly withdrawal and head back to his office, where he would pace and stew.
That evening Kinch ambled up the ladder from the tunnel, "Colonel in his office?" he asked.
Newkirk scrambled down from his top bunk, "Yeah, them the orders?"
Kinch nodded and motioned for LeBeau to join them. Kinch knocked softly and opened the door after Hogan granted him entrance. "The orders from London, in code, just like they said."
Hogan took the clipboard and dug out the code book, "Let's see what we have… A train carrying a large shipment of experimental fuel. It could revolutionize the Nazi war effort."
"Then we can not let it go through." LeBeau said vehemently.
"It should be at the bridge near Trimberg tomorrow at twenty-two hundred hours. They want us to destroy the train on the bridge." Hogan finished reading.
"Ten o'clock tomorrow night." Newkirk mused, "That doesn't give us much time."
"We had four days, that should be plenty." Hogan growled. Newkirk shrugged and lit a cigarette.
"That isn't all." Kinch said, rubbing the back of his neck and giving LeBeau an odd look.
"The Underground radioed that they can get Miss Boucher started on her trip to London?" Hogan guessed and Kinch nodded. "Let me guess tomorrow night just after dark?"
"Yes, sir." Kinch confirmed, "However, they don't want to meet at the usual spot."
Hogan sighed in annoyance, "Where do they want to meet?"
Kinch cleared his throat, "Uh, Wiesen… They want us to get her to Wiesen, sir."
Hogan snapped the code book closed, "Great, just great." he replaced the book in it's usual spot, "LeBeau, you take the girl to Wiesen. See if you can get a motorcycle with a side car from the motor-pool."
"Oui, mon colonel." LeBeau acknowledged, his face downcast. He knew this was coming, but that didn't make the job any easier.
"Kinch, you and Olsen will go with me to blow the bridge. See what explosives Carter has in his lab."
Kinch nodded and left the room with LeBeau. Hogan leaned against the desk thinking about the job, he hadn't noticed that Newkirk was still there until the corporal cleared his throat, "Begginyour pardon, Colonel, but I'd like to volunteer for that mission."
Hogan was a little surprised, as Newkirk never volunteered for anything… unless it had to do with girls… or money. "Absolutely not. Joe had me order you to rest and that exactly what you're going to do." he stated, firmly. Newkirk shifted and looked down at the floor. "What is it?" Hogan asked, sensing that Newkirk had more to say.
"I need this, guv." Newkirk said, when he looked up Hogan saw the sincerity in his eyes, "I 'aven't 'ad a mission go right in three months."
Hogan gave him a half smile, "I know how you feel..."
"No, you don't." Newkirk snapped and he looked away, regretting his tone, "What I mean is, you don't know what's going on in me 'ead. If I don't get out there and get back on that 'orse… I don't think I can ever do it again."
"What about your leg, will it hold up under the pressure?" Hogan asked.
"Me leg's fine." Newkirk insisted, "Joe's just a mother 'en who likes ta fuss over nothin'."
Hogan reluctantly agreed, "Fine. I'll talk to Joe and if he doesn't have any serious objections, you can come."
"Thanks, guv, I appreciate it." Newkirk said, edging toward the door, "If there's nothin' else, I'll go."
Hogan waved him out, hoping he hadn't made a mistake.
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The next evening, just after dinner, Dr. Voll's car drove into camp. They pulled up to Klink's office and the guard, who had been stationed at Voll's home, jumped out and proceeded to pull Carter out of the back seat. "Take it easy, young man." Dr. Voll snapped at the guard, "I didn't patch him up just so you could break him again." The guard grinned sheepishly and mumbled an apology.
Hogan and the men from barracks two cheered when they saw Carter. He was weak, but cheerful. "Hiya, fellas." Carter called, as the guard assisted him over to the barracks. When they reached the other prisoners, Kinch slid his arm around his fellow sergeant.
"We've got it from here, thank you." Hogan said to the guard and moved over to Dr. Voll. The guard nodded and said he had to report to the kommandant, anyway. Before he walked away, he thanked Dr. Voll for his hospitality and asked him to thank his wife, as well. "You made a friend." Hogan commented as he led the doctor through the door of barracks two.
"Frieda made a friend." Dr. Voll chuckled, "He reminds me of our boys. As does, young Andrew here." he patted the young man's leg. Kinch had deposited him on his bunk and LeBeau was no fussing over him. "You have lost so much weight, mon ami. I will fix that if I have to personally raid the kommandant's pantry."
"You?!" Newkirk asked, dubiously, "You're gonna raid the pantry? Klink would 'ave you caught 'fore you got in." The two Europeans descended into playful banter, as Carter watched with a content smile on his face.
Hogan guided Dr. Voll over to the table and offered him a cup of coffee. "Is he okay?" Dr. Voll accepted the cup, gratefully. "He's not as well as should be, but he asked to be here. I made him promise to stay in bed."
Hogan smiled, "I'll make sure he does."
Dr. Voll set his cup on the table, "I have to go talk to Kommandant Klink." He went to leave, but paused at the door, "I now what you men do is dangerous, but do you think you could not require my services… for a while, at least?"
The heroes laughed. "Way he talks you think we enjoyed getting beat up." Olsen said, shaking his head.
Hogan stood and cleared his throat, "All right, settle down. We have work to do tonight."
Carter sat up excitedly, "Is it a demolition mission? Do you need explosives? 'Cause I can get down to my lab and make some great demolition packs, boy...uh, sir."
"So much for him taking it easy." Kinch muttered.
"No, Carter." Hogan said, "We just have a bridge near Trimberg, that's all… simple."
LeBeau nodded, "We can handle it and the fact that it is a fuel train only makes the job easier."
"A fuel train?" Carter asked, as his brow furrowed, "The best place to put the packs would be at the supports and it won't take that much to catch the fuel, and then BOOM!"
"Same old, Carter." Kinch said and another round of laughter filled the room, as Carter grinned.
"Let's finish getting everything ready." Hogan said, as he check his watch, "Roll call will be in an hour and will head out just after that." he patted Carter on the shoulder, "It's good to have you back, Carter."
"Thank you, sir." Carter smiled. Hogan went to his office and, LeBeau and Kinch disappeared into the tunnel. Slowly, the barracks emptied out as the men went outside to enjoy the last hour of outdoor time, before curfew.
Newkirk and Carter were the only ones left in the common room. Carter in his bunk and Newkirk on the bunk beside him with his head down. After a few minutes, Newkirk stood and started to head for the tunnel. He stopped, turned, and started to say something then he shook his head and turned back to the tunnel.
"What's the matter, Newkirk?" Carter asked. Newkirk hesitated, keeping his back to his friend. He stayed that way for several moments, as if trying to find the right way to put his thoughts into words.
"Kinch said you were the same old Carter… 'Ow?" he finally turned to Carter and looked him in the eye, "'Ow can you be the same old 'appy Carter? Aren't you so angry you could bust? Don't you just 'ate 'im and every one of those krauts?"
Carter shook his head, "I don't hate every German, because only one German has treated me like this. Schultz, Klink, even Burkhalter haven't done anything this mean." he paused, "And a lot of folks we work with in the Underground are German… can't judge a whole race by one person."
Newkirk moved over to his bunk and perched on the edge of it, "But why aren't you angry that 'e 'urt you?"
Carter shrugged, "I don't know… I was really mad when we found you and I was real mad when he tried to hurt that girl. Maybe I just don't have enough mad in me to be mad about that, too." he frowned a little, "I actually don't remember that much, just that he wanted to know about the operation. I don't think I told him… I don't remember…" Carter was starting to get upset, as he tried unsuccessfully to remember his time with Lutzen.
"Relax," Newkirk told him, deciding that now was not the time to go over this with him. "Jocelyn said you didn't breathe a word, 'cept your name, rank, and serial number." he stood and backed toward the tunnel entrance, "You just don't worry 'bout it none, Lutzen's long gone, got sent to Russia 'e did."
Carter nodded, watching as he slammed on the bunk and disappeared into the tunnel. However, despite Newkirk's assurance, he couldn't help but feel a little disturbed that he couldn't remember, but he put it out of his mind and drifted off to sleep.
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LeBeau had been walking for almost a mile. They had to be close to where the private from the motor-pool said he would have it waiting. Jocelyn, who was now sporting a brown, bobbed hair-do, tugged at his hand, "What is wrong?" she asked, in her native tongue.
"I cannot find the motorcycle." LeBeau replied, still searching the shrubs beside the road.
"Maybe, we are at the wrong spot?" She suggested, pulling her hand out of his in order to cross the road and search the other side.
"I told him a mile outside of camp." he stated. He was about to switch on the flashlight, when she almost squealed, "I have found it… over here, Louis."
"Shh." he quieted her down, "Get in the side car." She climbed in and settled herself with her purse on her lap. He climbed on to the motorcycle and pulled the goggles of the handle bar. He started to hand them to her, but she shook her head, "You are driving, my dear, it's more important that you see. I'll just keep my head down." he pulled the goggles over his head and started the engine.
H~H
"Easy!" Hogan hissed as Newkirk pushed the demolition pack against the metal support with a thud. He kept a sharp eye out, they didn't need any surprises.
"That's the last one, guv." Newkirk whispered as he climbed down, guiding the wire down along the support. Kinch joined them a moment later, "My side's done."
Hogan motioned them to move out. Newkirk picked up the plunger and took off, followed by Kinch, who pulled the roll of wire behind him. Hogan covered their accent up the hill. After they got about a half kilometer away from the bridge, they stopped and Kinch quickly connected the wire to the detonator and raised the plunger. "Ready, Colonel."
Hogan looked at his watch, "They should be here any minute."
Newkirk sat down and lounged against the tree. "If they're anything like the trains in England, they'll be twenty minutes late." No sooner had the word left his mouth then the sound of a train was heard. "These are Germans, Newkirk, very efficient people." Hogan said, as the Englishman got back to his feet. "Now!" he ordered as the train crossed over the bridge. Kinch slammed down the plunger and the explosion lit up the sky. "Carter'll be sorry 'e missed it." Newkirk said, as the fuel inside the rail-cars started to burn.
"We'll tell him all about it when we get home. Let's go." Hogan ordered. Kinch grabbed the equipment and took off. Hogan waited on Newkirk, who was still watching the fire. "Newkirk, move. Newkirk gave it one last look then followed Kinch. Hogan brought up the rear, wondering if LeBeau was having as much success as they were."
H~H
LeBeau led Jocelyn down the main street in Weisen. It was practically a ghost town. The houses and business were closed and the buildings were dark. LeBeau went a little further then cut down a back alley. Jocelyn was about to ask if he knew where he was going when he came to an abrupt halt.
"Wait here." he said, softly. She stepped back into the shadows and he knock on a door. A short knock, two long knocks, and another short knock. A long pause then he knocked again, a long knock and three short ones.
The door opened a crack, as the occupant cautiously peeked out. "Papa Bear?"
LeBeau didn't confirm the name, instead he said, rather casually, "It's rather chilly out tonight."
"Not as chilly as my aunt's kitchen." the occupant replied.
LeBeau grinned, "Your aunt makes wonderful bread."
The door opened the rest of the way and a woman ushered him in. He grabbed Jocelyn's hand and pulled her in with him.
"You can call me Goosey." she said, pleasantly, her green eyes dancing with excitement. "We usually don't get to meet Papa Bear."
"Goosey?" Jocelyn asked, thinking that it was the strangest name.
Goosey chuckled, "Goosey, Goosey, Gander…" she shrugged, "I didn't pick the code name."
LeBeau explained to Jocelyn about the nursery rhyme, quickly in French, while Goosey made a pot of tea. Jocelyn nodded, remembering the crazy code they had been given just a week ago, "So, what is next? Goosey will get me out of Germany?"
"Oh, no!" Goosey said, shaking her head for emphasis, "You will stay here tonight and in the morning, we will drive to the next stop."
"The next stop… how long will it take me to get out of Germany?" Jocelyn asked.
Goosey smiled, "A few weeks, but don't worry. You will be provided food, clothing, shelter… everything you need."
"Why all the stops and how many stops will I have to make?" Jocelyn asked, sitting at the kitchen table. "Wouldn't it be easier to just put me on a flight to London?"
LeBeau and Goosey both chuckled, "For the same reason we use the names, cherie." LeBeau answered, "It's for security. None of us know who's on the next stop."
"Because if we don't know we can't tell the Gestapo, if we get caught." Goosey added, "I should get your cot ready, I'm sure you're tired." she jumped up and left the room.
LeBeau looked at his watch, "It's time to go, cherie." he offered a sad smile. Jocelyn moved in front of him, "Come with me, Louis." her eyes were hopeful, "It can be like we had always planned, before this horrible war. We can get married and have a family. Come with me."
LeBeau cupped her chin with his hand, "I wish I could, but I have my duty."
"You have a duty to me." Jocelyn begged, her eyes filling with tears, "Louis, I thought you were dead and now that I have you back… I cannot leave without you."
"You must." LeBeau smiled softly, "You will see the war will be over soon. I will come and get you from London and we will be wed at Paris in the springtime."
He kissed her, as she started to protest. They broke apart when the heard Goosey clear her throat from the doorway, "I hate to break things up, but you need to go, Papa Bear."
LeBeau nodded and kissed Jocelyn's forehead, "Adieu, ma cherie… bon voyage." he left quickly, knowing if he allowed her to talk anymore, she might just convince him to stay with her. He went back to the motorcycle they had left outside of town and headed back to camp.
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The next morning at roll call, Schultz had walked down the line, counting prisoners. He had done this four times. Hogan was starting to get annoyed, "What's talking the bald eagle so long?"
"Please, Colonel Hogan, just be patient." Schultz mumbled from his spot beside Hogan, "There is the kommandant now, Actung!"
"REPORT!" Klink bellowed, walking down the steps. Schultz reported all present. "Good." Klink growled, "Private Fielderbach will start his offical duty tomorrow. I understand that some of you are not happy, but this is a Prisoner-of-War camp. Your happiness is not a requirement. You will treat Private Fielderbach with the utmost respect. Hogan, you will come to my office at once. DISMISSED!"
Klink turned on his heel and went back to his office. "What does 'e want?" Newkirk wondered aloud.
"I don't know, but I'll find out." Hogan said, pushing his crush cap back on his head, "Kinch, go make some coffee."
Kinch, LeBeau, Newkirk, and a limping Carter went inside the barracks to Hogan's office. Kinch had it connected in a moment and they heard the door to Klink's office open and shut.
"What can I do for you, Kommandant?" Hogan asked, cheerfully.
"Hogan, you are looked on as the leader in camp, at least among the prisoners." Klink said, picking his words carefully. "Are you not?"
"I like to think so… What are you getting at?"
"Well," Klink said, "I understand that what happened to Sergeant Carter was egregious, but it wasn't Fielderbach's fault. He's just a kid."
"He's old enough to be apart of the S.S." Hogan said, in a biting tone. "He's old enough to take responsibility."
"Please, Hogan, sit. I did not ask you to come here in order to fight over what is past." Klink said, in an overly friendly voice.
"I'm sure you didn't." LeBeau scoffed.
"Then I'll ask again, what do you want?" Hogan asked, impatiently.
"I want you to ensure Fielderbach's safety." Klink said. "He's anxious about work, in particular, with barracks two. Sergeant Carter has a lot of friends in camp and they haven't been very nice to Fielderbach for the last four days. I want you to order the men not to hurt him."
There was a long pause. "Did we lose the connection?" Carter asked. Kinch checked the connection and shook his head, "It's connected."
"Why are you asking me?" Hogan finally spoke, "You just did this same spiel for the men just outside."
"They're your men! If you back me up with an order of your own, then I can rest assured that no ham comes to the young man." Klink insisted.
"Who is he to you? Why do you care?"
Klink sighed, "He is nobody… That's why I care, he can be a good person… he just needs a guide."
"And that's you?" Hogan asked, skeptically.
"Of course." was the slightly, insulted reply, "I am a fine office, if I do say so myself."
"And you do say so… often!" Newkirk piped up as he rolled his eyes.
"You know what, Kommandant? I agree. You and, of course, Schultz, would be good for him." Hogan said, in a laid-back way, "I'd really like to help you, but this is way deeper than just Carter."
"It is?"
"Oh, yes." Hogan explained, "You see, that punishment you dished out… it was the most severe we've ever seen. The boys blame Private Fielderbach."
"But why?" Klink asked, thoroughly confused. "He didn't have anything to do with it."
"You and I know that… however, the boys blame Lutzen and since he isn't here to blame, they blame Fielderbach." Hogan said, simply, "If only there was a way to change circumstances…"
"You know, with the Colonel on our side, it just isn't a fair fight." Kinch said with a grin, knowing that Hogan was angling for a reduction in the punishment.
"What if I cut everything down to two months." Klink suggested.
"Two weeks." Hogan countered.
"Ninety days."
"Three weeks."
"A month and that's my final offer." Klink said.
"Done, and might I congratulate you on your excellent bargaining skills." Hogan replied, "I will give the order and if there's nothing else…"
"Oh, there is." Klink said, snapping his fingers, "I almost forgot. I got a call from Major Hochstetter early this morning."
"What did Mr. Sunshine want?" Hogan asked with a sigh.
"To let me know that General Lutzen will no longer be a problem."
"Made it to Russia did he?"
"No, he was killed when a train bound for Russia was destroyed by saboteurs." Klink answered.
"The bridge outside of Trimberg?" Hogan asked.
"Ye… how did you know that?" Klink asked, suspiciously.
"Just a guess." Hogan responded, "Thanks for letting me know, I'll let the men know."
"How do you like that?" Kinch said, disconnecting the coffee pot. Newkirk pulled out a pack of cigarettes and handed them around, "Now that's what I call killing two birds with one stone."
LeBeau spat, "Serves the dog right. You and Andre must be glad." Carter was oddly silent. Newkirk glanced at him and shook his head, "Not glad, relieved. 'E won't 'urt anyone else."
The door to the office opened and Hogan joined the group, "You hear everything?"
"Yes, sir." Kinch replied, "Seems like everything's going to turn out just fine."
Hogan accepted a cigarette from Newkirk, "If we can keep an eye on Fielderbach. I don't like having him know as much as he does. Schultz is one thing, but..."
"That's not all 'e knows." Newkirk cut in, "I over 'eard 'im talking with 'Uber. Wilburt's really suspicious."
Hogan sat down on the bunk and thought for a few moments, "Do you think he'll be a problem?" he asked Newkirk. "I don't think so, but you can't ever tell for sure." Newkirk answered honestly. "Will we 'ave to get rid of 'im?"
"I don't think so." Hogan stood, "At least, not right away. That would just make Klink angry and nosy. No, let's just keep our guard up, until we get a solid feel for him." he stood and ushered everyone out, "Now, if you'll excuse me, I have some sleep to catch up on."
P.S. All done! I hope you enjoyed this story. I really appreciate all of the PMs, reviews, and all the silent readers. I have an idea for one last story in this arc, but I'll have to see if I can flesh out an actual story. I look forward to taking a break and reading everyone else's HH stories.
Finally, I thank God for His blessings and the ideas and the perseverance to follow through. I thank all of you for reading and wish you all the best... Much love!
