A/N: Thanks to everyone who has read/reviewed my story! You guys are seriously the best. As always, feel free to comment, critique, and criticize. I still don't own Hogan's Heroes.

Chapter Eight

Hogan stood on the pitcher's mound, staring at Schultz as he practiced a few warm up swings.

"You ready, Schultz?"

"Absolutely, Colonel Hogan!" Hogan wound up, and then threw a slow, straight pitch right where Schultz was most likely to swing.

CRACK! The echo of the bat hitting the baseball reverberated and echoed through the forest as the ball sailed towards the outer edge of the fence. The baseball flew higher and higher and farther and farther until...

"Did you see that, Kommandant Klink? I hit that baseball right into the forest!"

"You'd better run the bases, Schultz"

"Of course, Colonel Hogan!" Schultz replied as the Germans started rejoicing. The prisoners all looked suitably glum.

"Ha ha, Hogan! Now you see the glory of the Third Reich made evident! We have beaten you at your own game!" Klink said gloatingly as the Germans began to sing the Deutschlandlied loudly and victoriously.

"You sure did, Klink, you sure did." Hogan said.

"Uh oh, Colonel, it appears we have company." Lebeau said quietly.

"Don't tell me that's General what's-his-bucket from last week." Kinch added

"Coffee pot, men. Kinch, get on the walkie-talkie and see if our man from the underground successfully got that baseball. And Carter? You know what to do."

"Yes, sir."

"Colonel Klink, do you know what I found as I was driving through these woods?" The hissing and nasal voice of General Werner made its way over the coffee pot's speaker.

"If he found our contact we're done for!"

"I have no idea, sir! No escaped prisoners I am absolutely certain…we just had our last roll call and not one man is missing. And besides, the guards have been watching the prisoners very closely this entire time."

"Oh, I am not concerned about the escaped prisoners at this point; Klink…my concern is completely different."

"It is?" Klink squeaked

"After I…strongly suggested you increase patrols, my men were scouting through these woods for an entire hour before they came across any German patrols whatsoever." The general said in a sinister voice.

"Sir, our patrols are out there…"

"Really Klink? I never saw any. I must say that openly disobeying a Gestapo general is one of the…shall we say stupidest things you could ever do."

"Sir, but we…"

"NO EXCUSES KLINK!" General Werner took a second to compose himself before continuing in an even more threatening and sinister voice, "Now, I will be presenting all of my findings to Berlin, and I can assure you that they will be most…displeased with my report." A long pause followed, before he almost whispered, "I would pack my warmest clothing if I were you. They say that Russia can be quite cold in the winter time." At this, the coffee pot fell silent. Just then, Kinch entered into the barracks from the secret entrance underneath the bunk bed.

"Kinch, what did our contact say?" Hogan asked

"Everything went according to plan. The microfilm is on its way to the next location."

"Good, thanks Kinch. Carter?"

"Everything is set up, sir."

"Good. Now all we have to do is wait."

"Colonel, Schultz is coming." Newkirk said from his post by the window.

"And it looks like the wait is over." Hogan said

"Colonel Hogan! Kommandant Klink would like to see you in his office right now!" Schultz said, still panting from the exertion of walking the short distance from the Kommandant's office to the barracks.

"Alright, I'm coming Schultz." Hogan said and followed Schultz out of the room.

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"Hogan. I'm doomed. I'm done for!" Klink said, wringing his hands as he paced around the small office.

"Oh, come on, Kommandant, whatever it is it can't be that bad…" Hogan replied

"It's not that bad, it's worse! General Werner is driving to Berlin right now to report his findings on this prison camp to the Gestapo."

"Sir, last time I checked this camp was still the only POW camp in Germany with a no escape record."

"It's not that, Hogan! General Werner expressly ordered me to increase the patrols, and the one day he checks to make sure that I am compliant is the one day we're playing baseball." Klink stopped his pacing and glared at Hogan. "This is all your fault."

"My fault, how is this my fault?"

"If you hadn't had us all play that stupid game, none of this would have ever happened. Now I'm done for! Dismissed, Hogan!"

"Dismissed? Why am I dismissed?"

"I have to start packing. The Russian front is a very cold place, or so I hear."

BOOM! A loud explosion that rattled the windowpanes suddenly interrupted Klink.

"What do you suppose that was, Hogan?" Klink said, rushing over to the window to look outside.

"I'm not sure, sir, but I must say that it sounded an awful lot like a staff car being blown up."

"A staff car being blown up?"

"Yes sir. My guess is an Allied air raid got him."

"An Allied air raid, Hogan?"

"Undoubtedly, sir."