Hilda turned to Tiger in confusion. That was a woman's voice. She saw that Tiger had relaxed at the words. She turned to greet the matronly woman who entered the room.

"Hilda, this is Liesel Schmidt. She runs all the safehouses in this area. Liesel, this is Hilda." Liesel frowned at the girls.

"Yes, I know. You work up at the camp." She turned to Tiger, brandishing a thin folder. "I brought everything we know about their case against Milla."

"How?" Hilda wondered. Liesel frowned again.

"You sure about her, Tiger?" She asked.

"I just want to help Milla," she spoke. Tiger looked at her curiously.

"She already keeps quiet about the boys in the camp. And I don't believe she wants a child to be hurt."

"No. I won't tell anyone." Hilda assured her.

"Speaking of the boys at camp, what about your boy? You gettin' him involved in this?" Liesel asked. Hilda raised her eyebrows. So Tiger had been to the camp. Which boy did Liesel mean? There were a number of possibilities. But the way she was talking Hilda could make a guess.

"No. Their plans take too long and we need to get her out now." Tiger said.

"Alright. But personally, I don't think you're getting her out at all without them. Not from the Gestapo."

"We don't need to bust her out. We need to prove her innocence."

At the new voice, all three women turned to the door. There stood Col. Hogan, his typical grin on his face.

"I'm hurt. Come on Tiger. You think we're not going to notice you when you're right outside the gates? The guards maybe, but not my guys." And his typical arrogance.

"So what's going on?" He started walking toward Tiger when he suddenly caught sight of Hilda.

"Hey, Hilda," he spoke, an odd undertone in his voice. Tiger and Hilda exchanged a look. Both of them could guess what the situation was here. Despite their continued flirtation with the man, they both knew how he was. Both would admit to a little jealousy, but knowing that and knowing the girl was more important, they put it aside for the moment.

"Hello, Col. Hogan. You should not be here," Hilda teased. "Though I always expected something like this." He chuckled, and Hilda went on.

"I want to help the little girl.".

"Little girl?" he questioned, a note of concern in his voice.

"She saw Milla Meier arrested this morning." Tiger said. A strange look passed over his face. He was clearly worried for Milla. He wasn't the type to let an innocent kid suffer but this seemed odd somehow. Likely he'd met her through the Underground and befriended her.

"Well," he said, shaking off the mood. "That makes it even easier. The higher-ups may be paranoid, but they're not that paranoid."

"No, that won't work." Liesel shook her head. "We have information that they've been onto her for nearly two weeks now. They knew."

"Then we must deflect suspicion." Tiger spoke up. Hilda glanced between the three spies as they discussed possibilities. She didn't know what Tiger had thought she could do. She could barely keep up with this conversation.

"If we can make them suspect someone else…"

"Weeks of data..."

"...can't. That'll just hurt…" The words bounced back and forth, the file strewn on the nearest flat surface and examined.

"Wait a minute," Liesel spoke. "Some of these missions are wrong. She wasn't on these assignments." It wasn't uncommon for this to happen. Explanations given by torture tended to not be the most honest, just streams of information they thought they should say. The Underground usually went with it. It took the pressure off the real perpetrators if the Germans thought they had caught them already. But they could use this to cast suspicion.

"How do you know?" Hilda asked. Liesel glanced at her.

"I've got a good memory for these things. And these happened during school hours. We almost never used her then. Too suspicious."

"We could contact the teacher. Maybe she can prove this?" Tiger suggested.

"Maybe." Hogan mused "It's a long shot that she'll be willing to tell the Gestapo they're wrong, but it's worth a try."

"Well there's no time to waste. Hogan, let's you and I head out," Liesel said. Hogan looked back at the girls briefly before nodding. They were the only two who could do it. Hilda was only technically working with them and Tiger was too high-profile.

Hogan quickly dressed in civilian clothes and the two went out. Tiger turned to Hilda uncertainly.

"I see you are a… friend of Hogan as well." Tiger said. Hilda worried her bottom lip. She was a little jealous, definitely. Okay, maybe a lot. It was one thing to guess that Hogan had other relationships; it was another to actually meet her.

"Yes. I must admit if you are an example his other 'friends' are quite lovely." Tiger laughed.

"Yes, he has many such 'friends.'" She said.

"I'm not honestly surprised." Hilda said. She knew she had a possessive streak, and she certainly enjoyed being someone he could see any day, but she had never thought he was anything other than what he was. Deep down, she knew this was just something he did for information and fun and she was okay with that. It was fun for her too.

"No. Neither am I." But Tiger looked troubled. Hilda imagined she looked the same. She wasn't really sure what to do about it. She felt bad, but would she want comfort from Tiger in this situation? She wasn't sure.

"Would you like to keep going over the files? We will need more than this to get Milla out." Tiger suggested.

"All right." Hilda walked back around to the table, again unsure what she could do. She didn't know anything about this work. But she did know a lot about secretarial work. Perhaps she could find some error there.

They settled into a decently comfortable silence, occasionally suggesting ideas back and forth.

"You know the guard Schultz?" Tiger said suddenly.

"Yes. He guards the boys' barracks. You've met him?" Hilda was surprised. She knew that Schultz had a tendency to claim ignorance of the schemes at camp, but this seemed extreme, even for him.

"I was in the barracks once. He walked right in, saw me, and I swear, he nearly died." She giggled. "He was so alarmed!" Hilda smiled. She could imagine the scene. Every time the men pushed it a little further, he claimed he would have to tell, but he never did.

The conversation moved from there into a discussion of the various men in camp both girls had met. They stayed away from the sticky topic, but there was still much gossiping possible.

With conversation flowing, it wasn't long before Hogan and Liesel got back. The girls looked up expectantly. Hogan shook his head.

"No good. She's scared, refuses to talk. We need to find another way." The three spies went back to discussing the merits of various plans, but Hilda was distracted. There was something bothering her about the file, she just couldn't figure it out.

"We've got all their records," Liesel was saying, when all of sudden, it clicked.

"Records!" Hilda burst out. "The school would have records of her attendance! If she really wasn't on these missions, this will prove it." The other three turned to her.

"Right," Hogan said. "Good job, Hilda. We still need more, but that's good." Hilda beamed. Maybe she could do something here after all.