Author's Note: I don't own Hogan's Heroes. This story is complete fiction.

Hogan didn't hear back from London until the day of the meeting. They knew of Lutzen, but only his professional life was known, they knew nothing of a Lisbeth Lutzen. He didn't like it, it was suspicious. However, the meeting was on. He left his office and went into the common area. The men were seated around the table talking, they looked up and went silent when they spotted him.

"Alright, what's wrong?" Hogan asked.

He knew what was wrong, but he felt the men needed to air their grievances. They were silent for a minute, until Carter spoke up,

"Well, sir, we've been talking...and well...you see..." He trailed off.

Newkirk rolled his eyes, "Oh, for Pete's sake, Andrew." He turned to Hogan, "We think this meeting tonight is a bad idea. You 'eard London, no information on Lutzen's niece, if 'e even 'as a niece. It's a set up."

"Oui, mon Colonel, it's too risky." LeBeau added, with passion.

Hogan looked over at Kinch, "Well?" he said, "Do you agree with them?"

Kinch looked at his hands a moment and nodded, "Colonel, it's just too suspicious."

Hogan nodded. They were right, this was very suspicious. He couldn't blame them for not wanting to go, "Very well, Newkirk, you don't have to go to the meeting."

The men visibly relaxed. "I'll tell the underground that the meeting's canceled." Kinch started to get up, when Hogan stopped him.

"I said Newkirk wasn't going. I didn't say that the meeting was off." Hogan looked from one man to another, "With the risk involved in this, the mission is classified as a suicide mission. I can't order any of you to be involved in it. Get the camp packed up and the men ready to move out. If this is a trap you won't have much time to get out of Dodge."

"Mon Colonel, you cannot." LeBeau said.

"What about you, Gov?" Newkirk cut LeBeau off, "We're not just gonna leave you 'ere."

Hogan almost smiled, My men are loyal to a fault , "Your job is to follow orders."

Carter, who had been silent during this exchange, spoke up.

"Colonel, I volunteer for the suicide mission."

They all looked at him in surprise.

"What? You don't think I can do it?" Carter looked offended.

Hogan studied him, "I can't ask you to do that, Carter. I had hoped London would have information on the niece. However, they don't. Which, as you fellas have so eloquently put it, this reeks of a trap." He sighed, "The information we might be able to get , if her story is true, could be invaluable. I have to roll the dice. I will go."

The men started to protest when Sergeant Baker burst through the door. "Colonel, Hochstetter's car just pulled through the gate."

Hogan rolled his eyes, "Great, just great. Get in my office and listen through the coffee pot."

The men jumped up and moved to the Colonel's office. Hogan shook his head with a smile.
I couldn't ask for a better command.

He started to leave the barracks when he bumped into Schultz, "Colonel Hogan, Kommandant Klink has requested you to come to his office."

Hogan grinned, " Request denied."

Schultz's eyes widened until they were as big as saucers, "Colonel Hogan, you cannot deny the Kommandant." Schultz started to whine, "Please, Colonel, he will transfer me to the Russian front."

Hogan shrugged, "Ahhh, well, I suppose we can't let that happen, lead the way."

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Hochstetter's eyes lit up when Hogan stepped into Klink's office, " Ahhh, Colonel Hogan, I see you're still here."

"Who'd want to leave?" Hogan deadpanned.

Hochstetter smiled, "There is a large shipment of munitions being transferred by train, through Hammelburg."

"Well, that is interesting." Hogan replied, "but why are you telling me?"

"I am telling you because, to insure that train's safe passage, I will be staying here at Stalag Thirteen. I have told Klink to have dinner prepared for you and I. This way I can keep my eye on you."

"I don't think I can attend, however, thank you for your kind offer." Hogan said, in his most sincere voice.

Hochstetter leapt on the bait, "Why? Do have something better to do? Like perhaps blowing up a munitions train?" Hochstetter's voice raised at the end.

Hogan gave a cheeky smile, "No, of course not, the weekly escape committee is meeting tonight. I'm the Chairman, I can't possibly miss it."

Klink entered the conversation, "HOGAN! There will be no escape committee meeting tonight, you will be there and Corporal LeBeau will cook. Is that clear? Dismissed!"

"But, Kommandant, the Geneva Convention states that prisoners of war, cannot be forced into working for the enemy."

"I could have him shot." Hochstetter responded.

Hogan swallowed, gave a sloppy salute, and turned to leave. He noticed the smile of satisfaction on Hocstetter's face, "Hochstetter, you sure do know how to ruin a guy's evening. " Hogan shook his head and left.

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His mind was whirling,
I can't meet Miss Lutzen.
Hochstetter would know I'm missing.
The train. That train could be devastating if it gets through.
How can I blow it up with out creating suspicion on us?

He was still thinking when he entered the barracks. He started to pace. The men came into the common room from Hogan's office. They watched him for a minute, finally, Newkirk broke the silence,

"Guess that decides it. You can't win 'em all, Gov."

Seeing no other way, Hogan looked up and sighed, "Kinch, get on the radio and let the underground know that the meeting's off. Tell them to steer clear of the Hammelburg rail line. Undoubtedly, Hochstetter will have krauts patrolling the area."

"Non! Mon Colonel, we can't let the train through!" LeBeau protested.

"We can't get caught either!" Newkirk interrupted.

"We must stop the train!" LeBeau still insisted, "There must be a way. You must think of something, Colonel."

Hogan closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose, "I just can't, I can't think of anything that would work."

Carter put his hand up, "Uh, Colonel, I have an idea."

Newkirk and LeBeau groaned. Hogan sighed, "I'll listen it anything at this point. What's your idea?"

Carter started excitedly, "Well, it's simple really. I'll leave after dark, go to Hammelburg and plant the charges, blow up the rail line, and then I'll swing by the farmhouse on my way back and talk to the lady." He finished, proud that Hogan seemed to be considering it, even as the other's rolled their eyes.

"And get picked up by those kraut patrols, right, Andrew?" Newkirk said sarcastically.

Carter was mad, "Well, if you don't like it you can come up with something."

"I did, call off the meeting and stay clear of the rail line." Newkirk reminded.

"What are you a coward?" LeBeau accused, "If those munitions were on their way to London and not Paris, you would be the first one volunteering."

"Now, wait a minute." Newkirk said hotly, "You got some nerve. They aren't on their way to London because, we 'ad the good sense not ta get occupied."

Lebeau launched himself at Newkirk. The two went tumbling into the bunks, fists flying. Hogan, Carter, and Kinch worked their way into the fray. Carter grabbed hold of LeBeau and pulled him backwards as Kinch did the same with Newkirk. Hogan stepped in between them, glaring at the both of them.

"Knock it off!" Hogan said, sternly, "We're fighting the Germans, not each other."

Newkirk looked down, "Sorry, Gov'ner."

LeBeau also mumbled his apology.

Hogan looked from one to the other and nodded. Then he looked to Carter, "You have a decent start of a plan there, Carter." Hogan smiled, "It just might work, with a few adjustments."

"Oh, come on, you're not serious! 'is idea is more likely to get 'im killed. 'e can't do it 'imself." Newkirk said.

"I didn't say he would." Hogan replied, sharply.

"What's your plan, Colonel?" Kinch asked.

Hogan took a deep breath, "Okay, here's the plan. Sergeant Baker will be on the radio, keeping an ear out. LeBeau, you'll cook a nice big dinner, at least seven courses. We need it served at seven on the dot." He looked over at Carter, "Carter, you get the charges set for Kinch and walk him through it. Then you meet the girl." He turned to Kinch, " Kinch, you and Newkirk will blow the rail line. I want all of you back here by eight twenty, no later. Got it?"

"Who will serve?" LeBeau asked.

Hogan glanced around, his eyes fell on Sergeant Olsen, a young dark haired man, they had used him many times in the past. "Olsen, you help LeBeau serve."

"I 'ate to be a pessimist, but what 'appens if we get 'eld up?" Newkirk asked, "Who'll cover for us?"

Hogan looked at him gravely, "Don't get held up. The only way this will work is if the timing is perfect."

"And if that girl is who she really says she is." Newkirk grumbled under his breath. Looking up he turned towards Hogan, "Let me do it, Colonel, meet the bird, I mean. Carter is better at explosives, and I'm better at birds."

"Hey, that's not true." Carter replied, turning to Hogan, "It's not true, boy...uh, Colonel"

Carter blushed furiously. Hogan looked at Newkirk and shook his head. "Not this time, Newkirk." Hogan put his hand on Newkirk's shoulder, "Your job is to make sure they get back home safely."

Newkirk nodded, but still didn't look happy, "Yes, Gov."

Hogan looked down at his watch, "Alright, set your watches. I have four forty-nine. "

The men turned their watches so that they matched Hogan's watch.

Hogan gave a short nod, "Let's get ready."

The men dispersed, leaving Hogan to his thoughts

I hope this isn't a mistake.

Lord, give us strength.

We're gonna need it.