A/N: Thanks to everyone who has been reading and commenting on this story! You guys are the best. Now, truthfully, this isn't my favorite chapter. I wrote it, rewrote it, scrapped it, and rewrote it again and finally decided to publish it as is. As always, comments and critiques are very much appreciated. Also, I do not own Hogan's Heroes.

Chapter Four:

One week passed, and Hogan still had absolutely no idea how to get the microfilm into Allied hands. Klink's security was so tight, that the men could hardly even meet without being interrupted by a roll call, a bed inspection, or a guard patrol. London was constantly radio calling, asking for updates and rendezvous information. They were getting extremely impatient.

One evening, the men were sitting around the table in the barracks. Most of the men were occupying themselves with various hobbies, but Hogan simply sat, staring into space and thinking.

He was getting desperate

They all were getting desperate.

Sighing, Hogan began to pace around the room. Nothing broke the silence except for Carter, who was looking through his large stack of baseball cards.

"Lookee here!" Carter exclaimed loudly, causing everyone in the room to nearly jump out of their seats.

"What is it?"

"I got a DiMaggio! Look at that, a Joe DiMaggio baseball card!"

"And who, may I ask, is Joe DiMaggio?" Newkirk asked, acting disinterested

"Don't tell me you don't know who Joe DiMaggio is! He's probably the best baseball player of our era! He's in the army right now, but let me tell you the guy's a legend!"

"It's too bad he plays for the Yankees though, I could almost like the guy except for that." Kinch said in a dry voice. Carter looked at him in astonishment.

"Don't tell me you're a Red Sox fan!"

"I'm a Red Sox fan."

"And here I thought we were friends." The men chuckled slightly, and then silence once again reigned in the room.

"You know," Carter began, "I used to play baseball. After the…mishap involving the chemistry lab in my high school, my parents forced me to find a less dangerous after-school activity, so I joined the baseball team. The Rutherford B. Hayes Fighting Bunnies were the first in the league the year that I was on the team. I had the best hitting percentage on the team too. I remember my first home run…I hit that baby right out of the park!"

"Well it's too bad that we can't just hit the microfilm right out of the camp." Lebeau said, going back to reading his book. To everyone's astonishment, the previously silent Hogan began to laugh. The men looked up in astonishment as his laughter grew from an amused chuckle into a full belly laugh.

"You guys may have just given me an idea." Hogan said, grabbing his hat and walking towards the door. "If this works, I'm either the craziest man in the world or the luckiest."

"Personally," Newkirk said as Hogan closed the door behind him, "I've always been inclined to believe that he's both."