By now everyone would have heard – or at least heard of – the broadcast.

It was nearly two in the morning, and Moffitt still hadn't gotten to sleep. Wasn't surprising, really, thinking back over the events of the day. The broadcast. Propaganda. Dietrich's suspicions. And all the guilt he felt over the whole thing. All those nameless, faceless soldiers that heard what he had to say...those weren't the ones he was worried about, torn about. It was having to face Tully. And Troy and Hitch.

He turned over on his right side, pulled the blanket more tightly around him and closed his eyes. In terms of getting to sleep, it was a useless attempt. If his eyes were open, thoughts buzzed in his mind endlessly – thinking about what he could've done differently, if the mission had been worth it, what the others would think the next time they came face to face, nearly worrying himself sick over who'd been shot. But if they closed, all he could see were images of that day, and all the days before that.

No, there wouldn't be any sleep for him tonight.

:::

"Don't expect to get any sleep tonight, sergeant," Boggs said.

Troy had given up the idea awhile ago, but he didn't say anything. With the news of Moffitt's broadcast still fresh in his mind, he doubted he could've relaxed even if Boggs had given him a two-week leave. "Another mission, sir?"

Boggs nodded. "In a manner of speaking. We want you to get Sergeant Moffitt out of German HQ."

Troy raised his eyebrows. That was the last thing he'd expected. "Moffitt, sir? Why?"

"Well, naturally we don't want such an important member of this campaign spouting of propaganda and giving away military secrets, so High Command has given me the okay to get him out. Bring him in for questioning, a trial, and so on. Think you can handle it, sergeant?"

"Yes, sir." It wasn't as easy as that, since the last time they'd stormed German HQ, they'd nearly lost Tully, but the element of surprise – a random attack in the dead of night – would be on their side. And Troy was determined not to leave without Moffitt this time. Forget High Command, he wanted some answers.

"Good. I suggest you leave as soon as possible."

Troy saluted and turned to leave.

"Oh, and, sergeant?"

"Yes, sir?"

"Good luck."

"Thank you, sir."

:::

Hitch and Troy had crowded up beside Tully's bed again.

"High Command wants us to go get Moffitt," Troy said. "Just thought you'd want to know."

Tully looked up at him. "I'm going with you."

Troy shook his head. "The doctor said you needed a month of recuperation."

"I'm going, Sarge." His voice was quiet, he almost never yelled, but Troy needed to understand how important this was to him. The shoulder was healed up enough – enough to drive, use a weapon if needed – and they weren't going to keep him out of this mission. Moffitt was his closest friend out here, and this mission would be dangerous for him as well. Everyone thought he was a traitor – even he wasn't sure what he thought any more – and something could go wrong with trying to get him out.

"I'm ordering you not to come," Troy said, a sharp edge in his voice.

The whole thing was difficult for him too. He'd lost a friend, along with his right-hand man.

But that thought didn't change Tully's mind.

"We'll let you know how things go," Troy said, apparently considering the matter settled. "Come on, Hitch. Let's go." Both of them turned and left without a backwards glance, which was fine with Tully. The sooner he was able to act, the better. It was the middle of the night, almost all the other patients were sleeping and at the moment, there were no nurses in sight.

He slipped off his cot, waited a couple of seconds, and then left the tent.

The jeeps were a few yards away, two replacements in one, Troy and Hitch nowhere to be seen. Probably getting the last of the gear. He'd have to move quickly.

Walking confidently up to the stranger in the front seat – he'd learned it was best to look confident when doing something subversive – he tapped the guy's shoulder. He was blond, about the same build as Tully, and hopefully Troy wouldn't notice the difference until it was too late to do anything.

"Yes?"

"My shoulder's healed up," Tully said, "so I'll be driving for this one."

Every now and then, his shoulder twinged a litte, but for the most part, it was fine. Good as always.

The replacement looked almost happy as he left the jeep, but not before Tully borrowed his helmet for the duration of the mission. Troy had probably said something about a risky mission. The other one sat in the side seat and Tully considered telling him not to say anything to Troy, but then Troy and Hitch were coming back, and it would've been too suspicious anyway.

"All right, let's shake it," Troy said as soon as he and Hitch were in the other jeep.

Tully gunned the engine, ignored the protesting of his shoulder, and followed Troy's lead.

:::

The sound of jeep engines startled Moffitt out of the half-awake, half-asleep condition he'd been in. There were only four – three, now – men who were foolhardy enough to enter German headquarters with two jeeps and nothing else.

He sprang up, already fully awake.

They'd come for him already.

And it was time to face up to what he'd done.