CHAPTER THREE -

"I can't believe I'm hearing this." Hogan muttered, but he had a smile on his face.

"Mon Dieu!" LeBeau laughed. "You must be joking!"

"I can assure you, my friend, that really happened. I remember it like it was yesterday." Newkirk was beaming now.

"Well you're right about one thing. That was a pretty stupid thing to do! Albeit, impressive." Kinch said, dumbfounded by his friend's audacity.

"What can I say? You are in the presence of the master, gentlemen." Newkirk replied.

"You're a born trouble maker, Newkirk. But we're lucky to have someone as…knowledgeable as you. Knowledgeable? Is that the right word?" Hogan said.

"I think the word you're looking for is intrepid, Colonel." Newkirk said.

"I think the word he's looking for is reckless." Kinch said. Newkirk rolled his eyes.

"I still can't believe you STOLE from Winston Churchill!" Carter exclaimed.

"That'll be a story you can tell your grandkids one day." Hogan added.

"Sir!" Olsen came up from the tunnel as they were talking. "Message from the underground. Apparently there is some Field Marshal staying at a hotel in town. He's in disguise, and carrying some important papers. He's only going to be there another couple of days. They want some one to grab those papers for them while he's still there."

Immediately, all eyes were on Newkirk.

"Of course, of course." Peter said smoothly. He poured himself a bit more to drink. "You can count on me sir, I'll get it done. But you already knew that, didn't you?"

"If you want to get down off your high horse for a minute, we can talk about the mission." Hogan said.

"Sorry sir." Newkirk said. "I'm listening."

"That's better." They went over the plan, and at the end, Hogan gave one final warning.

"Now Newkirk, I don't want you stopping for a drink, or stealing any of the Field Marshall's scotch or anything like that. This is an important mission, I don't want you messing about. Understand?"

"I wouldn't dream of it, sir." Newkirk said.

The next evening, Newkirk returned from the mission.

"Here you are, sir." He said, handing the Field Marshall's documents to Colonel Hogan.

"Good. Well done. You didn't have any trouble?"

"Sir, look who you're talking to! Did I have any trouble, he asks!" Newkirk laughed.

"Alright, alright. And I'm assuming you followed orders, and didn't stop for any drinks?"

"For drinks, no." Newkirk said.

Hogan frowned.

"Excuse me?"

"Well remember last night when I said that I would've brought back some girls, only Klink didn't happen to have any?"

Hogan's eyes grew wide.

"I remember."

"Well, the good Field Marshall happened to be entertaining a fraulein, I figured…"

"Corporal, if you brought back a girl, so help me, I'll -" Hogan shouted, clearly outraged.

"I'm joking, I'm joking! Sir, I wouldn't really do a thing like that."

"I'm not so sure. I can never tell with you." Hogan said, glaring at the younger man, not really amused. "You really are a menace, Newkirk."

"Thank you, sir." The Englishman said smugly. "I appreciate that."

A/N - This is a story based on ACTUAL EVENTS. Only instead of Newkirk, it's my Grandpa (Bill). And he was a sailor in the war, not a flyer. And Churchill never came back into the room when they were there. But the rest of it actually happened! :)