A/N: Thanks to all of you who are reading this story! As always, feel free to comment, critique, and criticize. Disclaimer: I don't own Hogan's Heroes.

Chapter Three:

"Now, you two swear that you saw our contact get captured by German soldiers last night?" Hogan said, looking at both Lebeau and Newkirk seriously.

"I swear on the French flag…no, the Bible…I swear on the Bible wrapped in a French flag that that is exactly what happened!" Lebeau said earnestly.

"Same here, guv'nor that's exactly what we saw, honest!" Newkirk said

"Then why wasn't Klink rubbing it in our faces at roll call this morning?" Hogan exclaimed, "He never once mentioned anything about a prisoner, or about the glory of the Fatherland or anything!"

"I think your answer just rolled through that gate, colonel." Kinch said, nodding at the open window that displayed a black staff car rolling up to the gates of the Stalag.

"Lebeau, the coffee pot." Hogan said as the men gathered around the table.

"Oui monsieur." Lebeau said as he brought the radio over. The men leaned towards the pot as voices began to drift through.

"Colonel Klink, enough with the formalities." a nasally voice said in an even, menacing tone.

"Of course, General Werner, of course. Now, what is it you wished to talk about?" Klink said, his voice eager

"Do you, or do you not know what we, the Gestapo, found in your woods last night?" General Werner said slowly and quietly.

"I have absolutely no idea!" Klink said. Compared to General Werner's tone, it was much, much too upbeat and lighthearted.

"What we found, Colonel, was a man."

"I can assure you, General, no prisoners were missing from roll call this morning." Klink replied jovially.

"Oh, Colonel, this man was no prisoner." The general hissed quietly. The men in the barracks looked at each other in alarm.

"If the Gestapo found our contact, this could mean the end of our whole operation!" Carter exclaimed. The men looked at each other, the worry evident on their faces.

"Well let's just hope he didn't squeal." Kinch said solemnly

"Sh, quiet!" Hogan said as Klink's voice could be heard over the radio once again.

"Well, then I fail to see how this is any concern of ours!"

"Unfortunately, one of my idiot majors sent the man off to Berlin before I could get any information out of him. We can only assume that he was trying to help some of your prisoners escape."

"Well, he was obviously unsuccessful, wasn't he Herr General? May I offer my congratulations on a splendid victory for the Third Reich?"

"I was not yet finished, Klink!" The man's outburst caused all of the men who were listening in to jump a bit in their seats. A few moments of silence from both the radio and the barracks reigned, until General Werner's hissing, sinister voice once again came through the radio. "My question is this. My men claim that they did not run into a patrol from the prison camp throughout the entire pursuit and arrest. Is that not odd, Colonel?" Klink, wisely, did not respond. "And may I ask where the patrols were?"

"Um…sir…w-w-well you see. The patrols may have ju-just missed your men. Trust me, the men who were on duty that night will be found and punished accordingly."

"See that they are. It would be alarming if you found yourself transferred to a post that is far less…pleasant than this one."

"I will increase patrols immediately, sir!"

"See that you do. The underground resistance seems to be trying to either release or contact prisoners in this camp and we want to know why. We will be watching you closely Klink…very closely. See that a slip up like this does not occur again."

"Yes, sir!"

"Heil Hitler." The sound of a door slamming could then be heard through the radio. All of the men in the barracks were silent as Lebeau turned off the coffee pot.

"Now what are we going to do?" Carter asked. Hogan did not answer, but instead began to slowly walk in a circle around the table. The men stayed quiet for a few minutes, no one dared to make any noise whatsoever. Hogan continued to walk around the barracks, deep in thought, until Kinch said,

"This General Werner sounds like bad news."

"Klink would send the whole bleedin' army into those woods if he felt that it would get that slimy kraut off of his back." Newkirk added.

"Uh-oh. Looks like we've got company." Carter said from his post at the window, "The bald eagle and the stuffed turkey are heading this way." The men quickly arranged themselves, trying to look as natural as possible as Colonel Klink and Sergeant Schultz burst into the barracks.

"Gentlemen, I have an announcement! I am quadrupling the patrols outside of the gates, enacting an eight o'clock curfew, and starting to do three supplemental roll calls every day." Klink announced in a voice that was completely overflowing with falsified confidence. Hogan opened his mouth to complain, but Klink cut him off, saying "And don't you dare complain Hogan! The last time I checked I was in charge of this camp, and as such my word is law!" Klink humphed and once again stormed out of the barracks.

"Well, he sure is thorough when he is scared, oui?" Lebeau said, attempting to lighten the mood.

Hogan sighed and walked over to the window.

"Just our luck, Klink decides to actually run this camp properly when we have an important mission to complete. There's just got to be a way to get that microfilm out of the camp." Hogan said, deep in thought, "Anyone got any ideas?"

"No, sir," Carter said, looking at everyone else, "You're the one in charge of ideas."

"That's what I was afraid you'd say." Hogan sighed, leaning his head against the windowpane.