A/N: Chapter number three!
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Hogan looks out the barracks door, and then slams it. "I don't understand, Klink must have heard the noise…and what's with the rock…not to mention the pansies!"
"Well, colonel, actually they do look really nice." Carter points out, attempting to brighten up the situation.
Hogan smiles sarcastically, "Yeah, maybe we can transplant them to in front of the barracks!"
"Actually that might be a nice idea, they would—"
"Carter..."
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"I'm stuck!" LeBeau exclaim, sweat starting to pour down his cheeks.
Newkirk breaks his leg loose of the quickly hardening mud. "'old on a sec LeBeau," He replies, "I'll get you out."
Kinch starts trying to break up the mud with his feet. "Yow! This stuff is turning into cement!"
"I 'open not 'because I can't get Louis out!" Newkirk says. He hits the dirt around LeBeau with a shovel. The shovel splits in half.
"Newkirk, my legs are going numb!" LeBeau yells, struggling to get out.
"I know, I know," Newkirk exclaim, frustrated. "Come 'elp me Kinch!"
His hands motion for Kinch to come. Kinch crawls over to Newkirk and LeBeau.
"Okay, Louie." Kinch says, calmly. "Try to squish the dirt around with your feet."
"What good would that do Kinch?" Newkirk yells, throwing the shovel to the side. "It's turning into ruddy cement!"
"Yelling won't do us any good, Newkirk." Kinch snaps, not pausing for moment from working with LeBeau. "You'll probably just make the dirt above us collapse."
All of a sudden, there is another gust of wind. This one, much stronger then the last ones. Dust starts to blow wildly, beating violently against the men's cheeks.
Don't tempt me
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"Where the heck is Klink?" Hogan demands, almost sounding as if he wants him to come. He pounds his fist downs onto the table. "And for all we know the boys could be dead down there!"
Carter hops down from his bunk. "We gotta do something, Colonel!"
Hogan rolls his eyes, pacing back and forth. "What can we do, Carter?" Hogan replies, "That's rock down there. I don't know how it got there, but it's there."
Carter smiles slightly. "Well Colonel, if it was just dirt down there, we would use shovels," he pauses, "A shovel is the tool you use to move dirt with." Carter stops, seeming very proud with himself.
"I never would have guessed."
Carter continues, "What I mean is, if it was dirt we would use a shovel, since its rock we need use a tool that can break up the rock."
Hogan smiles in his usual smart alecky, cheerful way. "Do you have a jackhammer in your footlocker?"
"No," Carter replies, walking over to his footlocker in the corner of the room, "But I do have some chisels."
Hogan smiles again. "Okay, Carter," He says softly, nodding slight, "We'll give it a try."
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"Ice!"
"How did this cement turn to ice?" cries LeBeau, finding himself chest high in ice. He stops to think. Come to think of it, how did the mud turn to cement?
"Blimey, it's freezing!" Newkirk exclaims. He attempts to stand up but slips one the ice and lands on his back.
Kinch scrambles on his hands and knees towards Newkirk. He stretches out his arm, to help Newkirk up. "C'mon, Newkirk, at least we can break the ice and get LeBeau out."
Newkirk grabs Kinch's hand and pulls himself up onto his hands and knees. He takes the butt of the shovel and bangs at the ice around LeBeau. Sure enough, the ice starts to break. Kinch and Newkirk the successfully pull the Frenchman out of the ice.
"Let's try to get out of here before some else weird 'appens." Newkirk suggests, sliding over ice, trying to find a way out.
Kinch nods, "Yeah," he takes a deep breath. "There's a crack over there, I think I see some light."
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Hogan smiles as he chips away at the rock with his chisel. "I think its working!"
He turns to Carter next to him, "How are you doing?"
"Great, Colonel." Carter replies, "But how long 'till we finish?"
Hogan shakes his head and sighs, pausing for a moment. "I'm not sure…I don't know how thick the rock is." He glances at the door, "I don't know why nobody has come, and you'd think that somebody would have heard…" he pauses, "It's been almost an hour." He blinks, spinning around. "What time is it?"
Carter looks at his wristwatch. "Ten past eleven."
"Roll call in twenty minutes." Hogan flicks a smile at Carter, "Keep working."
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"Ow!" Newkirk rubs his head and brushes some rocks off him. He brushes some dirt out of his eyes then squints to see the light coming from a crack in the rock above him. "Do you think we're getting anywhere?"
Kinch shrugs, not taking his eyes off his work. "I don't know." He replies, "Either we are or…" Kinch smiles, glancing at Newkirk, he then looks up, "Colonel, can you hear me?"
"Kinch?" Hogan yells back, "Kinch is that you?"
"Yes!" Kinch replies.
"Can you get us out, mon Colonel?" LeBeau asks, hitting the rock above him with a shovel.
Hogan takes a deep breath and opens his mouth to speak. He stops and glances back at the door. Not in time for roll call. Hogan looks back down the rock below him. "Hold on guys, we'll do our best."
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A\N: Hey! Sorry that took so long. A lot's been happening. Please review:)