((A/N: I hope people like this chapter. It's quite possibly my favorite Chapter to write up, despite how gruesome Cafra can be. Also, I keep forgetting to mention Dragea and Cawelfe's swords, and Si's belt of daggers. Sorry, pretend the group saw them when first stepping into the barracks. It's difficult writing for so many people at once.

{Same} Disclaimer: Much as I wish I did, I still don't own Hogan's Heroes or CBS or Bing Crosby Productions is any way, shape or form! The characters found on the show were not created by me. If they were, I'd find them a whole lot easier to write for.

{New} Disclaimer: I have added an OC to this Chapter, another dragon, but at the moment he is nameless.

Also, I'd like to thank my friend, Trillie, for teaching me the word 'Irate.'))

Chapter 5: Destructive Force that is Fire

If anyone in the world had ever had been angry and has ever done damage in blinding rage, it was nothing, compared to certain pyromaniacs of the world. Some were fictional; some were real. Cafra was real, most devastatingly real. And, he was most certainly irate!

These pathetic bags of flesh were daring to threaten him with pathetic-looking guns, and they were expecting to live afterwards? His eyes had been closed for a minute. One had to be in control of fire to properly utilize the element; idiots or novices that weren't got themselves burnt or killed. He would digress, sometimes they got others burnt or killed, but that was entirely the point.

"Talk, or we will be forced to shoot!" said a German Gestapo officer in a thick accent, as the temperature around them rose to triple digit numbers in a matter of minutes. It caused them to instantly suffocate, burn up and melt with their guns, both turning quickly to ashes. Not feeling satisfied by this, he caused the forest to go up in conflagration. The building went up of Cafra's will, too, in irritation at the men that had come out from it. A black-haired, dark-skinned man quickly stepped out of the foliage as it began to flare up and disintegrate.

"I rather enjoy your methods for dealing with fools, Cafra. What I don't enjoy is being scorched to a cinder. Watch what you light aflame, would you?" the man growled, as people in the building finally began to notice too late that they were doomed. They started scrambling towards the door, but Cafra prevented their escape by creating a wall of fire around the building's perimeter via raising his hand and simply willing the fire to burn. Not looking at him, out of respect and let no one but them get out of this alive.

"I am sorry, my lord. I will remember to watch myself." He murmured in agreement, managing to calm down a little and let the fires weaken. All of a sudden, a few more guys in the same uniforms came over to the building on some sort of mecha being. In his now lucid mind, an idea slowly formed as they came over and began their quest for information on what was going on. However, there were only three of the uniformed men. Child's play for either him, or Gerdrin, his leader; plus, they had one other guy with them, who had been hiding leisurely.

Gerdrin quickly overtook his guy, without even so much as getting shot, though it was most certainly attempted. The last, besides the one who obviously was in charge, was taken aback by a brown-haired male of the age of 17. The male had come from behind the Gestapo man, claws placed carefully at the neckline to mirror Gerdrin's current position. The leader of this group seemed to lose color in his face, realizing that approaching them might not have been the best move of his life, particularly when Cafra formed a fire around his hand. He did so purely to enrapture himself with the sounds of his rapidly beating heartbeat. Cafra was pretty sure he heard it literally skip a beat, and that brought on his usually twisted smirk. "And who might you be, exactly?" He asked. The man was paralyzed with fear, though he was the only one not actually being threatened, just implied.

"G-Gestapo does not answer questions; they only ask them." He managed to get out, but for the life of him couldn't think what questions he had meant to ask. All he knew was that these fires were unnatural and two of these men were armed. Somehow, he was certain that the red-tipped, black-haired man in front of him was the cause of all the destruction.

Cafra didn't like his answer. He was ignorant to who this Gestapo group was, but they seemed influential, to be so extremely arrogant. He let the fire on his hand grow out of bemusement, walking forward. "I asked you who you were, and I assure you I won't ask a third time."

"Gestapo Major Wolfgang Hochstetter." He hastily uttered, knowing somehow that Cafra meant his words, and delaying even a second could result in himself going up in flame and smoke. Cafra could easily see the appraisal in his leader's gaze, and it felt great, considering the fact that he wasn't easily pleased.

"well, Major Hochstetter. We don't know exactly how long we'll be around here for. We'll need high positions in the general populace, currency of some sort, and a way to find some people we are looking for. Think you can handle our requirements?" Cafra asked, though it was far from a question. Something in the major seemed to click and his heartbeat slowed. Although, he kind of wished it hadn't, it meant the guy had something.

"I think that could just be arranged."