Author's Note: Disclaimer: I don't own Hogan's Heroes. This story is complete fiction. Any resemblance to anyone living or dead it purely coincidental.

The men trudged out the door of barracks two and into their usual rows.

"Eins, zwei, drei..." Sergeant Hans Schultz, started his count, silently praying all would be present, "...dreizehn, vierzehn, fünfzehn." He smiled at Hogan, "Thank you, Colonel Hogan, they are all here."

"Where else would they be, Schultz?" Hogan asked, innocently.

"Yeah, Shultzie, where would we be?" Newkirk piped up.

The door to the kommandantur opened revealing Colonel Wilhelm Klink, a balding man with a monocle. "Repoooort!" Klink bellowed, as he stepped on to the muddy ground.

"Herr Komandant, I report all prisoners, present and accounted for." Schultz replied, quite happily.

"Gentlemen, I have news from Berlin." Klink started off on his usual spiel, "Your cause is hopeless, our factories are running on all cylinders. Your pesky daylight bombings result in nothing more than downed aeroplanes and more POWs. The glorious Third Reich cannot be stopped." The men from barracks two started jeering at him. Klink shouted, to be heard, "It will only be a matter of time, until we win the war."

"The filthy boche will not win this war." LeBeau spat, "We will win and we will make the German pigs pay!"

The men cheered.

"You tell 'im, LeBeau!" Newkirk shouted.

Klink looked flabbergasted, "Silence! You cannot speak this way about the Fatherland!" Klink's attention shifted to Hogan, "Hogan, control your men. I cannot..." Klink stopped as he noticed a staff car pulling in through the gates. "Schultz, confine the Prisoners to barracks. Dismissed."

Klink hurried over to the staff car. As Kink was walking away, Schultz began to herd the prisoners into the barracks. Newkirk and Carter on cue started to harangue Schultz, giving Hogan an opportunity to observe the vehicle, hoping to catch a glimpse of the occupants.

The first one to get out of the car he recognized immediately.
Hochstetter, when it rains it pours. Hogan thought sourly, he didn't recognize the SS general that stepped out after him. The general turned to speak to someone else in the vehicle. Unfortunately, he couldn't see who it was.

"Colonel Hogan, Please. It is worth my life. Tell your men to go back to the barracks." Schultz pleaded with the Colonel.

"Alright, into the barracks, fellas." Hogan ushered Carter and Newkirk into the barracks. Schultz followed them in,

"Colonel, the cockroach, will he be cooking for the kommandant's guests? " Schultz look at him hopefully, "Perhaps a little apple strudel?"

"Not now Schultz, I'm busy." Hogan answered, making his way past the men and into his office. Schultz stopped him, he chuckled,

"Busy? What could a possibly be so urgent? You are a prisoner of war."

Hogan stopped, turned and smiled at him,

"Well, Schultz, if you really want to know..."

Schultz cut him off with a look of panic, "Nein! I do not want to know. I see nothing, I hear nothing, I know nothing!" Schultz hurried off before he could hear anything else. Hogan and his men continued in to his quarters.

Kinch, had plugged in the coffee pot and set up the speaker so that they could hear from the bug in Klink's office. Unfortunately, they heard nothing but static. Kinch fiddled with the wires, after a couple of minutes, he looked up and shrugged,

"Sorry, Colonel, seems like the speaker's on the fritz, again."

Hogan sighed, "Guess I'll have to go in and find out what's going on."

"Careful, Colonel, the Gestapo aren't as tame as our krauts." Kinch advised.

"Yes, mother." Hogan said with a grin.

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Hogan made his way across the compound carefully. He didn't need stopped before he could even get started. As he walked toward the kommandantur, he noticed the S.S. guards standing by the staff car.

Hopefully if they're out here, there won't be any in the office. Hogan opened the outer door and smiled,

"Hi-ya, honey, is the old Iron Eagle in?"

Helga, Klink's pretty, blonde secretary, looked up frowning slightly,

"Colonel Hogan, you shouldn't be here. Prisoners are confined to barracks until further notice."

"I really have to see the kommandant." Hogan moved behind her, leaning down to whisper in her ear, "It's very important."

She turned slightly in her seat to look at him, "Colonel, Major Hochstetter is in there with General Lutzen, S.S." worry filled her warm, blue eyes, "They are not nice people." She paused, the frown on her face deepened, "I don't want you to get hurt."

Hogan plastered on his usual cocky grin, "I'll be alright, honey." He placed a kiss on her neck, "Besides, we have a date on Friday." with that he stood up and walked into Klink's office.

I hope you can make it. She thought, staring after him.

Hogan barged into Klink's office, without knocking, "Kommandant, I have a matter of the utmost urgency." He paused, feigning shock, "Oh, I'm so sorry. I didn't know you had company."

"Hogan! How dare you barge into..." Klink started to chastise Hogan.

"Shut up, Klink!" Major Hochstetter, a shorter man with a mustache, interrupted Klink.

"Hogan, just the man I wanted to see." Hochstetter said smoothly.

Hogan turned to face Hochstetter, the surprise he felt barely hidden from his face.

"I missed you too, Major. I was just thinking to myself, that I haven't had anyone accusing me of anything in a long time." Hogan grinned, nonchalantly. His mind raced as he tried to think of the reasons why Hochstetter would want to see him.

He knows. He has proof. The thoughts whirled in his head until he realized, If he does know, I can't warn the men, they can't hear us.

"Hogan, this is General Lutzen." Hochstetter said, pulling Hogan from his thoughts. Hochstetter turned to the General, "Herr General, this is the man I've told you about."

The General stood. Hogan's eyes followed him as he stood. The General was tall, very tall, and broad. He had greying hair and a thick mustache. However, the thing that caught Hogan's attention were his eyes, they were a clear, almost crystal blue, and cold as ice.

"Colonel, this is a pleasure." General Lutzen, smiled in a cold, cynical way, "The Major has told me all about you. The most dangerous man in Germany."

Hogan swallowed, trying to hide the anxiousness he felt.

"Me, sir?" He pointed to himself, "I'm just a simple POW."

Klink jumped up from his desk, "Hogan and the rest of the prisoners here at Stalag 13 are completely cowed. There have been no successful escapes. The best record in all of Germany." Klink froze and sank back down into his seat when General Lutzen turned his icy glare on him.

"I have read the Major's reports." General Lutzen's eyes shifted back to Hogan, "He believes you are behind the sabotage in the area."

Hogan met his gaze with confidence, "That's very hard to do from a POW camp."

Major Hochstetter stepped forward, "The Dusseldorf Bridge was blown up last night, where were you?"

Hogan smiled, "Here. In camp. Asleep."

General Lutzen looked at Hochstetter and nodded. Hochstetter stepped out of the room. General Lutzen smiled.

He looks like the cat that ate the canary. Hogan worried, trying to appear unconcerned.

"Colonel, what would you say if I told you that I had a witness who saw you at the bridge?" the General asked, smoothly.

"I'd say they were lying." Hogan responded, his tone matching the General's, "Sargent Schultz was our barracks guard. Ask him if we left in the middle of the night then came back." Hogan chuckled a little to make the idea sound more absurd. Klink joined him for a moment, but he quickly shut up when the General asked how he felt about Leningrad.

The door opened and all the occupants of the room turned toward the door.

"Ah, come in, my dear." General Lutzen smiled broadly. Hogan's eyes widened.

In stepped Major Hochstetter, followed by a young woman, she looked to be in her mid-twenties. Her platinum blonde hair was pulled in to a bun. She smiled slightly, looking nervously around.

General Lutzen took her hand and led her to a seat. She sat down primly and crossed her legs at the ankle.

"My dear, This is Colonel Hogan." General Lutzen spoke to the woman, "Is this the man you saw at the Dusseldorf Bridge, last night?"

Hogan held his breath. The woman looked over at him, she hesitated slightly, then she nodded. Hogan's heart was in his throat.

His mind whirled as he tried to think of some way to spin this.

Some way to get out of it.

The Gestapo have a witness.

The operation is blown.

It's the firing squad for all of us.

P.S. This is not necessarily placed within the first season. I used Helga because I liked Helga better than Hilda.