A/N: Thank you to everyone who has read this story so far! I've tried lengthening the following chapters, since that was a common theme in the reviews for the first chapter. Please feel free to comment, criticize, and critique. I still do not own the Hogan's Heroes universe nor any of the characters within it.

Chapter Two:

That night, at 0330, Hogan, Kinch, and Carter were still waiting for Newkirk and Lebeau to return from their mission. Everyone was anxious. Kinch was fiddling with his radio, desperate to hear any news at all about the mission from the underground. Carter was constantly looking at, organizing, and reorganizing a pack of baseball cards that he had received only a few days prior. Hogan was anxiously pacing the packed dirt floor in the tunnel at the base of the tree stump exit. Every few minutes, he would stop, glance at his watch, glance at the exit, and then continue his furious pacing once again.

"What's taking them so long?" Hogan asked, breaking the silence and causing everyone in the tunnel to jump. He then checked his watch once again and resumed his furious pacing.

"Maybe they just ran into a patrol, or something stalled them. I'm sure they'll be here soon." Kinch replied, hoping to calm Hogan down.

"You better hope for their sake that they are." He stopped his pacing and looked at his watch again. Sighing heavily he then said, "If they're not here in fifteen minutes, I may do something really foolish and go out after them." Hogan continued to pace about the room, and things carried on much as they had for the next five minutes. The only sound that could be heard was the soft tread of the Colonel's footsteps and the noise Carter was making as he looked through his baseball cards. A few more minutes passed. Hogan stopped his pacing once again and glared daggers over at Carter

"And would you please stop playing with those infernal baseball cards?"

"Sorry, Colonel" Carter said sheepishly as Hogan once again resumed his furious pacing. Suddenly, a noise could be heard from above. Hogan raced over to the base of the ladder as Newkirk and Lebeau quickly scurried down.

"What happened?" Hogan said as the men doubled over, attempting to catch their breath.

"We...we were…surrounded…patrols…everywhere…" Lebeau gasped out between quick, heavy breaths.

"They got to our...contact before we could" Newkirk said, breathing just as heavily.

"We were standing…outside the clearing…where we were supposed to meet… saw the filthy bosche," Lebeau practically spat the word, "arrest him."

"Great. That's just perfect. So you still have the microfilm?" Hogan said, pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration.

"Right here, Colonel." Lebeau said handing the small roll of microfilm to him.

"Well at least we still have that. Not that it's going to do our side any good in our hands." Hogan said, "We've got to figure out another way to get that film to the underground and fast."

"Maybe we should just wait until morning." Kinch said, yawning loudly "At this rate, we'll be lucky to get even a couple hours of sleep, and after the events of last night it is very likely that Klink will have roll call early."

"Yeah, besides Klink'll probably just increase the patrols for a few days like he always does. We'll just have to be extra cautious is all." Carter said,

Hogan paced back and forth in the tunnel for a few minutes, pausing every couple of seconds as if to contemplate something before resuming. After a few moments, Hogan answered,

"You know what? Carter's right. No need to get worked up over a little slip up. With any luck, our mission should continue without a hitch."

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"Roll call! Raus, raus, raus!" Schultz yelled at the prisoners, shaking them as they lay in their bunks. The men all groaned in unison as they got out of their bunks and started to prepare for the day.

"Aw, come on Schultz, it's too early to be…" Carter checked his watch "Actually, it's not too early to be getting up for roll call." He said, bewildered

"Now that's what I like to hear!" Schultz said exuberantly as he continued to shake the men in their bunks, "come on then, raus everybody, raus! Roll call! If you are not out in five minutes, I'm sending you all to the Russian front!"

"Really, Schultzy? You promise?" Newkirk asked

"Gah! You know what I meant…cooler or something. Mein Gott I need coffee." Schultz said, grabbing his head and exiting the barracks. As soon as he left, the men gathered around Hogan who had just exited from his separate living quarters.

"What do you suppose this means?" Kinch asked as the men continued to prepare for roll call.

"Well, it means that if we deprive Schultz of coffee for long enough…"

"Carter…"

"Just trying to lighten the mood a little, Colonel." Carter said sheepishly

"You know, normally I would never complain about not having an early roll call," Newkirk added, "But what do you suppose the Germans are up to?"

"I don't know, but whatever it is, it can't be good."