Hogan ran out the door and slammed it shut behind him. He scanned the hallway, but it was empty, save for Captain Anderson, who was hunched over near the door.

"What the hell was that!" Hogan demanded in a low voice.

"I was-" Anderson cut himself short. Brushing himself off, he stood a little straighter and donned a cheeky grin. He had been about to admit that he really had felt ill, but, still a little weary of Colonel Hogan, he decided to press a few buttons. "I didn't know what your plan was, or if you even had one, so I tried to give us an opening to plant those bombs."

Hogan scowled. "Yeah, sure, brilliant- you could've gotten shot! I would've gone with something more subtle. Hope Hochstetter's as dumb as you seem to think he is." Anderson winced; Hogan had a point. Not only had his stunt attracted more attention to himself, but it had put Hogan in the spotlight as well. Hochstetter wasn't dumb and so far, they had been ridiculously lucky that he hadn't recognized Hogan. "Anyway, he's not going to wait long for us to come back. We have to be fast."

Anderson nodded. "All right, I got us out here, the rest is up to you. Lead on."

"Gee thanks." Hogan pointed down the deserted hallway. "Kunze went this way." Hogan grabbed Anderson's arm tightly.

"Hey!" the captain protested.

"Appearances," Hogan explained as he briskly led Anderson through the hall, squeezing his arm just a little tighter than necessary. At least something was going well. It was getting late into the evening and so there would be few people milling about the radio station.

They came to the end and rounded a corner, only to run head-first into a young woman carrying a stack of papers. "Oh, excuse me Fraulein," Hogan said, looking just as surprised as she was. He held out his hands and helped her balance her load. The girl nodded and looked curiously at Anderson. "I must take this American to Doctor Kunze. Have you seen him?"

"Yes Corporal. He's in that room across the hall."

"Danke," Hogan said with a big grin. The girl blushed and hurried away. Hogan waited for her to round the corner and turned to Anderson. "Got the bombs?" Anderson nodded. "Good." Hogan let out a little sigh. "That room right there holds the evil secret of Berlin Betty," he said somewhat dramatically.

Anderson arched an eyebrow. "So, what's the plan? You just gonna march right in there? And then what?"

"I'll think of something. I always do."

"Very comforting."

"Here," Hogan handed Anderson a handgun. "Keep it out of sight and follow me. On better thought, stay out of sight period." He scanned the hall and smiled, pointing to a broom closet down the way. "Hide in there and wait."

"In there?" Anderson said, pointing to the closet. Hogan closed his eyes and gave a lopped-sided nod. "And wait? For what?"

"For an opening. And don't worry, when it comes, you'll see it- you've had no problem following the script so far." Without waiting for further arguments, Hogan stuffed Anderson into the closet. Anderson shot him a look to ask if he was actually serious. Hogan just smirked and closed the door a little ways. Pulling his hat down a little lower onto his face, he quickly turned serious and moved to the room the fraulein had indicated. Taking a deep breath, he knocked lightly on the door and opened it.

Hogan was met with a strange sight indeed. The room was small and crammed with machinery, covered in knobs, switches and blinking lights. Hogan wasn't sure what to make of it all. He felt himself wishing he'd brought a camera; London would be very interested in this. Oh well, maybe they'd settle for Kunze instead.

Speaking of Kunze, the good doctor was standing at the other end, inspecting the inside of the machine. He barely looked up at the intruder as he fiddled around with a few wires. "This room is off limits, Corporal."

"My apologies Herr Doctor, but Major Hochstetter wants to know if you require any assistance?"

"If I did, a camp guard would be the last person I'd ask." While still virtually ignoring Hogan, Kunze reached behind him and grabbed a long stretch of thin black film and began threading it into the machine. Hogan tilted his head, watching him curiously.

"Is that film Herr Doktor?" he asked, trying not to sound too interested.

"Magnetic tape," Kunze said off-handily. "Not that I expect you to know what that is." Kunze finished what he was doing and closed the machine panel. Brushing himself off, he allowed himself a little smirk. "Amazing how easily manipulated people are."

Hogan debated waiting to see what Kunze would do next. But time was running short. Any moment now, Hochstetter or one of his goons would be looking for him and Anderson. "Very interesting. How does it all work?" Hogan asked, pulling off his cap.

"You wouldn't under-" Kunze stiffened and whirled around to face the American, who had a Luger trained on Kunze's chest. "Hogan?! What are you doing here?"

"It's not polite to answer a question with a question," Hogan pointed out, waving the gun a bit.

Kunze was completely surprised. But the shocked look quietly faded into a smirk. "I was right. I knew you were not to be underestimated."

"Congratulations. You're very smart. Now, how does this contraption work?"

Kunze folded his arms. "A camp guard could understand it better than you could."

"Now is that a nice thing to say? Honestly Doc, didn't you learn any manners as a kid?"

Kunze debated the merits of simply yelling out for a guard. Most likely, that would get him shot before he could. It wouldn't matter anyway. Most of the rooms in this building were sound-proof. The chances of anyone hearing him were slim so he'd probably get shot for nothing. So, he prudently decided to stay silent. Bully him all he wanted, Hogan wouldn't want to fire his gun unless necessary- the American obviously wanted him alive. And so, the two enemies stood at a stalemate, waiting to see who would crack first.

Hogan, who didn't have much time, or patience for that matter, broke the silence. "Doesn't matter, Doc. You're coming with me anyway. I'm sure someone in London can pick you brains better than I can."

"I think I'll stay here. You can't possibly think you can get me out of this building unnoticed," Kunze said rather smugly.

Hogan arched an eyebrow. "Well, I can try. I've gotten this far, haven't I? The rest should be downhill." And with that, he slipped behind Kunze and shoved the end of his gun into the scientist's back. "After you Kunze. We'll just slip out. I'm sure you have a lab somewhere in Berlin. If anyone asks, you're just going for some equipment."

"I have no lab. I work here at the station. It's more practical."

Hogan let out a little sigh of relief. "Sure is. One less thing I have to blow up."

"Blow up?" Kunze repeated with surprise. "You're going to blow up the radio station?! You can't!" A slow smile crossed Kunze face. "There are so many people here. Civilians even."

Hogan hesitated. Kunze had a point. He wouldn't just be blowing up Kunze's work. Even though it was rather late in the evening, there'd be other people milling about the station somewhere. That pretty fraulein he'd bumped into, janitors, operators, who knew. And what about all those people on the streets or in the nearby buildings?

Hogan suddenly shook his head. Those were Kunze's dumb subliminal messages getting in the way of his thinking… right? But the thought of just blaming it all on that frightened him. Didn't he have a conscience?

Kunze took advantage of Hogan's inner conflict and jabbed the American in the stomach. Caught completely off guard, Hogan staggered back and Kunze ran for it.

Captain Anderson could only think of sweet revenge as he tried to get comfortable in the small closet. A few buckets were precariously perched on a shelf above him, threatening to topple at any moment, while behind him, a broom and a few dusters were jabbing him in the back and side. To make matter worse, he'd accidentally stepped into a bucket full of water and now his foot was soaked. He hated wet socks more than anything. Needless to say, Hogan was also not his favorite person right now. Not that he ever had been…

Anderson shook his head, an action which dangerously altered the positions of everything around him, and tried to concentrate on the view he had from the small opening of the door. Hogan had said to wait for an opening. He wasn't sure what it was supposed to look like. He was more or less hoping Hogan had everything under control and he'd just have to wait for the colonel to fetch him. He decided such thoughts could be considered cowardly, but, truth be told, he was sick of this entire business. Heck, if Hogan got him out of this, he might even like him. In fact, if he got out of this in one piece, he might even forgive Dawson for starting this whole thing. After all, it wasn't really the corporal's fault.

Growling in frustration, Anderson kept his eye on what he could see of the hallway. The sound of heavy, almost angry footsteps caught his attention and Anderson held his breath. He let out the tiniest groan when a menacing figure clad in black rounded the far corner. Great, just great. Major Hochstetter had come looking for them.

Anderson bit his lip and tightened his grip on his handgun. He couldn't let Hochstetter into that room. But he couldn't very well jump out and shoot the man, could he?

Hochstetter was still a safe distance away when another sound caught his attention. A little cry of surprise from the other room. Hochstetter seemed to notice it too and quickened his step.

"Major Hochstetter!" a voice cried. It was Kunze. Holy cactuses! What the hell had happened? Where was Hogan? Oh great.

Anderson didn't give it another thought and jumped out of the closet. "Anderson!" Hochstetter yelled in surprise and reached for his gun.

John Wayne had nothing on Anderson. Years on a ranch had taught him a thing or two about shooting and even as Hochstetter's hand went to his waist, Anderson had already fired a shot. With a loud curse and a cry of surprise, Hochstetter dropped to the ground.

"Major Hochstetter, Colo-" Kunze began, but Anderson shoved him into the wall and grabbed his collar. He hauled him into the radio room, bumping into Colonel Hogan in the doorway. Hogan quickly recovered and pulled the other two in.

"What happened?!" Hogan demanded, glaring at Kunze.

Anderson's brain tried to wrap itself around everything that happened. "I shot Hochstetter. He's out in the hall. Dunno if he's alive or what," Anderson explained, a little out of breath.

Hogan's jaw dropped a little. Hochstetter? Dead? Wow… he wasn't exactly sure how he felt about that. He knew he should've been happy. After all, Hochstetter was a major pain and a threat to the operation. But still… as much as Hogan hated him, he'd sort of gotten use to Hochstetter as an opponent.

"Hochstetter, if you can hear me-"

Hogan whirled around and clamped his hand over Kunze's mouth. "Listen, one more shot isn't going to make much of a difference now." He turned to Anderson . "Set your explosives and let's get the heck on out of here before someone comes to see what all the noise is about." Anderson nodded and fished the explosives out of his pocket. "Put them around the room," Hogan instructed.

"Right. How long do you want them set for?"

"Ten minutes. That should be enough to get on out of here." Anderson nodded and set the explosives before placing them about the room.

"Done. Ten minutes." Anderson wiped his forehead and looked to Hogan who gave a quick nod. Moving to the door, he poked his head out. Hochstetter was still on the ground, muttering angrily, but he didn't seem too much of a threat. "Coast is clear. But we should go the other way to avoid Hochstetter."

"He still alive?" Hogan asked, pulling on his cap.

"Sounds like it. And mighty mad too."

"When isn't he?" Hogan muttered. "All right, let's go Kunze," he said as he led the scientist out behind Anderson. He shot a quick glance over to Hochstetter, who was clutching his stomach. Scrunching his nose, Hogan turned away and followed Anderson down to the other end of the hall.

It took a few precious minutes, but they finally made it back to the broadcasting room without running into anyone. "Hold him for a sec." Hogan said, pushing Kunze to Anderson. Anderson shoved his weapon into his pocket and grabbed the German, clamping one hand over his mouth and gripping his arm tightly with the other. "Stay out of sight for a minute." Anderson nodded and backed into an open doorway. Taking a deep breath, Hogan took a step towards the room and swung open the door. All the occupants jumped and whirled around to see what the matter was. Berlin Betty looked especially surprised and angry as she was just in the middle of speaking into the microphone.

"Quick! Captain Anderson has escaped!"

Everyone looked shocked. "Betty" was the first to recover. Ever the professional, she quickly turned back to the radio. "We'll now be favored with a selection of the Fuhrer's favorite melodies." She turned to the men behind the glass and motioned for them to take the show off the air. She turned to Hogan. "Captain Anderson has escaped?!"

"Yes, and he shot Major Hochstetter. Quick, you-" he pointed to one of Hochstetter's men- "go tend to the Major. The rest of you, go search for the American! I'll watch the prisoners." The guards scrambled about to do as they were told. They rushed past Hogan and out into the hall. "You men too!" he yelled at the operators behind the glass. "He's that way." Hogan yelled, pointing in the wrong direction. The guards ran off. When they were out of sight, Anderson and Kunze popped out and ducked into the room.

"What is this?" Berlin Betty demanded.

"Oh look. I found him… Come back men," he said quietly with a tiny grin. He turned to the other Americans. "All right, we're getting out of here. We have less than five minutes before this whole place goes up."

"Hey! You're the colonel from Stalag 13!" one of Anderson's men shouted in surprise. Anderson cocked his head to one side and glanced at him, a little surprised at who had made the outburst. Jenkins paled and shook his head. "Brilliant. Let's go."

"Glad you approve," Hogan said dryly. "You're coming with us too Miss Berger."

"Where you taking me?" she demanded as Hogan grabbed her by the arm. "Why are you taking me?!"

"Well you don't want to stay here, do you?" Berlin Betty just glared at him. "Let's go," he ordered and led the company into the hall. Anderson stood by the door with Kunze to follow up the rear.

"This guy for real, Captain?" Dawson asked as he slipped past Anderson and into the hall.

"Yeah. Don't worry so much. That's my job," he said lightly.

Dawson paused and glanced back at his captain. That had probably been the nicest thing Anderson had said to him since the whole thing began. In fact, it'd probably been the only thing he had said. Anderson just gave him a small smile, which he returned. "Hey cap-"

"Later," Anderson said. Dawson nodded and followed the rest of the men. Kunze rolled his eyes and tried to get out of Anderson's grip. "Oh no you don't. Come on." Anderson was too busy struggling with Kunze to notice that Jenkins hadn't left the room. "Ow! Hey!" Anderson cried as Kunze bit his hand. He drew his hand away and waved it about.

"What's going on?" Hogan called, turning to look back. His eyes grew wide. "Holy- Anderson!"

Anderson turned to look at what Hogan was pointing at, just in time to see Jenkins pull away from him, gun in hand.