Captain Theodore Anderson inwardly sighed. Great, just great. For the past few hours, he'd been paraded around by the Germans, lauded for his 'wise' decision to surrender to the superior might of the Third Reich. Now he had been temporarily plopped into a POW camp as a part of a German propaganda campaign. He had no doubts whatsoever that this was how the rest of his internment was going to play out. Great. Obviously the Germans didn't understand their enemies. Anderson and his men wouldn't convert anyone over to the Nazis… they were probably just going to get themselves killed for being traitors.

Anderson warily sized up the colonel in front of him. Since the man hadn't gone and punched him outright, Anderson figured he was probably ignorant of his situation. Good. He'd keep it that way and hoped the rest of his men would too. Now, if only the Germans would co-operate and keep their mouths shut, then maybe Anderson could get through here and wherever else he was sent alive.

"Welcome to Stalag 13, Captain," he heard the colonel- Hogan?- say amiably. "It's not much, but we like to call it home." He made his way over to the stove and picked up the pot that was sitting on top. "Coffee?"

"No thank-you, sir." Hogan shrugged and poured himself a cup. Anderson took the moment to survey his surroundings. What a dump. Several bunk beds were squeezed together in the tight space and in the middle of the room was a table with a bench on either side, and a small stove. Clothes hung off strings tacked to the walls and some of the bunks. A set of lockers stood against the wall by the door.

Hogan seemed to notice him gazing about and smiled. "Like I said, not much. You'd think the Germans would find you something better."

Anderson hadn't missed the slight emphasis in Hogan's words and bristled. "What's that supposed to mean?" he asked through gritted teeth.

Hogan shrugged casually. "Nothing. So, tell me, Anderson, what outfit were you with?"

Anderson had been expecting this. The colonel was checking him out, making sure he was on the up-and-up. As long as he didn't ask any questions about baseball, or how exactly he was 'captured', he'd be all right. "The 410th."

"Ah, so you're a flyer." Anderson nodded. Where was he going with this. Of course he was a flyer! He had wings on his jacket didn't he? "Pilot?"

"Yes sir," Anderson answered suspiciously.

"Well, consider yourself lucky, then. The Luftwaffe respects pilots." Hogan paused. It was time to go in for the kill. He just hoped lightning didn't strike him down for such blatant lies. "They're not a bad lot, you know. The Germans I mean and the Luftwaffe especially. They treat you really well. In fact, if I had to do it over again, I'd probably surrender right off the bat." Anderson visibly paled. Then, just as quickly, his whole face turned red with anger.

"I'm sorry you feel that way. I would've thought a colonel would be more devoted to fighting the enemy." He pressed on, not letting Colonel Hogan even begin to argue. He knew what the colonel was trying to do- get him to admit to his surrender. He wasn't about to let that happen. "Not that I'm surprised. When I got here, Kommandant Klink told me this was the toughest POW camp in all of Germany. Not a single escape. Seems to me, giving up like that and not trying to do anything to get out is just as bad as surrendering outright." It hadn't been his idea to surrender. And he wasn't going to let this colonel, who seemed all too compliant with his captors, get self-righteous on him.

It was Hogan's turn to bristle. He wasn't the one who had landed his plane right in the middle of Germany. It took all his self-control not to put the Captain in his place by telling him exactly what he did around here. "Listen, Captain, I'll come straight to the point. I know exactly how-"

Suddenly, the door to the barracks burst open, effectively cutting Hogan off. Schultz lumbered in, completely unaware that the two officers looked like they were about to slug each other. "Oh, Colonel Hogan, I am glad you are here."

"Where else would I be? Klink turned down my request for a three-day pass." He didn't look at Schultz, he just kept glaring at the other officer.

"Haha, Jolly Joker! Kommandant Klink wishes for me to inform you that you and your men are 'invited' to the rec hall to listen to Berlin Betty." Schultz whistled and outlined an hour-glass figure with his arms.

Hogan caught the strange look the passed over Anderson's face. "Thanks Schultz, but I'm kind of busy right now. I'll catch it later."

"Uh, Colonel Hogan, when I said invited, I really meant ordered."

Hogan raised an eyebrow. "Ordered?" The alarm bells were sounding off again. "Why would he make that an order?" The question was more to himself, but Schultz answered anyway with his usual 'I know nothing' spiel. "All right, thanks Schultz." The blubbery sergeant offered a salute and left. "You're in for a treat, Captain. It's not often we get to listen to the radio around here. Not that you need Berlin Betty's propaganda. Though she could probably use you."

"What does that mean?"

"Nothing. Just that it'd probably be propaganda gold if she had the American pilot who willingly brought down an entire B-17 and its crew on her show." At that moment, Anderson was seriously thinking of punching his superior officer right in the nose. Hell, he was already branded as a traitor. Might as well add insubordinate to the list of charges.

Fortunately for both of them, Kinch picked that moment to come in through the door. He had heard the officers arguing from the radio room below and had quickly climbed in through the tunnel in Barracks 3 and had practically ran to his own barracks. "Colonel? Everything all right here?"

"Yeah Kinch. Listen, would you escort the Captain to the rec hall. I'll gather everyone else."

"No problem Colonel. But, why are we going to the rec hall?"

"The Kommandant has 'invited' us there to listen to Berlin Betty."

"Berlin Betty?" Kinch repeated, recalling the last time they had listened to her with no small amount of alarm. He was about to continue when Hogan shot him a look and nodded to the Captain. "Okay…" They'd talk about it later. "Uh, come with me Captain, I'll take you over."

"Thanks, Sergeant." Throwing Hogan a dirty look, he followed Kinch outside. Hogan frowned and followed them out to gather the rest of his men.

The men from barracks one through four squeezed together in the rec hall. Hogan and his men sat off to the side, ignoring the cheery music that filled the room. Hogan kept his eyes locked on Captain Anderson as they spoke.

"What'd you find out Kinch?" Hogan started with his radioman.

"London had no idea what had happened, so I decided to get a complete dossier on our newest additions.

"Seems Captain Anderson over there was up for promotion. He's been on over thirty missions and has one of the highest success rates in the 410th." Hogan raised an eyebrow as he listened. "London was actually shocked when I told them what he'd done."

Hogan took off his cap and scratched his head. "Anything else?"

"Not really. The rest of them came up clean. "

"Okay. Newkirk?"

The Englishman shrugged. "Our guards don't know anything. But they're under orders ta make sure nobody offs them. I did manage to get something out of one of those ruddy SS guards though. Seems they're going to be taken to every prison camp from here to Berlin."

"Probably as some sort of propaganda stunt. LeBeau? You get anything in your travels?"

"Non, mon colonel."

"What about you Carter? Did you happen to find out where any of them are staying?"

"A couple were brought in when I was talking to the barracks chiefs. Let's see… there's a Corporal Dawson in Barracks 20, a Sergeant Roberts in 14 and a Private Jenkins in number 4."

"Barracks 4?" Hogan, whose attention had slipped away from Anderson, now turned back to the captain. Sure enough, he was standing close to an unfamiliar private. "That him by Anderson?" Carter nodded. "Well, let's go up and greet him, shall we?" He was about to get up when Newkirk stopped him.

"I don't know why you're making a big deal 'bout this guv'nor. It's not like what they did was really wrong."

Oh no, not this again. He was really starting to hate this Berlin Betty and whatever she was doing to make his men- and he had to admit, him as well- go suddenly crazy. He glanced at the radio that was now broadcasting Betty's seductive voice. He grimaced when he noticed the two guards flanking it on each side. Oh well, nothing a little diversion wouldn't take care of. And he had the perfect one in mind.

"Kinch, take that radio out of action."

"Have you noticed the two armed guards beside it?"

"Leave that to me." Hogan jumped to his feet and bounded towards Anderson. "Hey, Captain," he said brightly. Anderson turned, only to be met with Hogan's fist in his face. Anderson stumbled back and grabbed his jaw in shock. He blinked a few times to register what had just happened. It only took a moment and then his own fist flew back at the colonel. Well, he started it.

The entire hall erupted in chaos as the two officers scuffled about, exchanging blows. The guards were dumbstruck at first, but then moved in to break up the fight. Kinch took the opportunity and went to work on the radio. Popping open the back, he took out a small pocket knife and snipped a few wires- cutting Berlin Betty off mid-sentence. He put the back on again and moved away. He managed to get the colonel's eye and nodded. Hogan nodded back, ducking to miss Anderson's fist. He got in one more good punch before the guards broke them up- each grabbing one of the officers from behind and dragging them away from each other.

Hogan shook the guard off him and casually wiped off some blood that was tickling down from his nose. Well… that was fun.