Switzerland April 1968

Hochstetter waited in the hotel hallway, in an alcove, until he saw the young woman Lisal, exit from a suite with a man whom appeared to be her brother. The young man's features were very familiar to his own. Several minutes after the elevator closed, he gathered his nerve and walked up to the hotel room door. As he prepared to knock; a blond woman opened it, getting ready to go downstairs, surprised to see anyone standing there.

When Hochstetter's brown eyes met her blue ones, his breath caught in his throat as his heart stopped…then started again. They kept staring, immobile as the world vanished, both lost in memory, hope, and fear.

Angie took a few steps backwards as Hochstetter followed her into the suite. She felt as giddy as a teenager in love and as uncertain as a war weary agent simultaneously. When he took a step closer, she fingered one of the knives hidden in her clothing. She came here to find him, but didn't expect him to find her this soon, since she'd only arrived the day before. Hochstetter reached up and placed a hand on the side of her face. She relished his touch; kissing his hand as it crossed her lips, while she stared deeply into his eyes.

He took another step forward placing his second hand on the other side of her face, and then reached in until their lips touched in a gentle, sweet, and sensual kiss. Tears stung the back of his eyes as he pulled away.

Angie wrapped her arms around his neck as his snaked her waist. Their lips met for another kiss, this time hungrily, passionately, and desperate for each other. Only the need for air separated them. Leaning their heads together, Angie said, "We need to talk."

"Ja, we do. There is much we need to discuss," he replied not allowing the seething anger inside him to rise up. Right now, he wanted to feel the love of the woman he'd mourned for years, soon enough she'd have to answer for her actions. What the day would bring he didn't know, but he would have his answers one way or another.

"Not here," Angie requested still holding tight to him almost afraid he'd disappear if she let go. At this moment only love flowed between them, but she knew one or both of them could be dead by the end of the day. She would protect her children at any cost, but her heart was torn with the love she had for him. How could love be so damn complicated? Why did others get to fall in love and live happily ever after? All she ever wanted was a normal life with the man she knew was her soul mate. Would love prevail? Would he kill her? Would she be forced to kill him?

"I know a place. Come with me," he said as he released her out of their embrace. Angie walked over to the coat tree hastily grabbing her jacket walking out the door with the man she loved. She grabbed her coat so quickly that she never noticed the ornate decoration that started swinging as her coat brushed against it. She also didn't hear the crash of the decoration or the flowers that were also knocked off the table. Crystal, flowers, and pottery went tumbling down leaving a mess on the floor.

The two walked out of the hotel through the back entrance, observed by a party unbeknownst to them. He smiled watching them leave together, eight years of hard work and secrets had paid off in the preparation for this day. Easily following them to their destination, he made sure they were safe before starting the next part of his mission. There was much to do and his job was only beginning. Things left unfinished from the war had to be resolved, and he knew that both Papa Bear and Nimrod would be showing up very soon with their individual entourages. He'd keep them occupied and away from the couple. He was going to enjoy matching wits against those two as they searched for the pair. Turning to leave, it was time for him to start a false trail for his opponents to follow. Only time would tell what the outcome of this day would be, but he knew in his gut that blood could be shed.

Stalag 13, December 1944

After Schultz left, Kinch and Newkirk moved the block concealing the entrance to the tunnel out of the way, entering the cell Hogan was confined in.

"Sir, any idea what's going on?" Kinch asked extremely worried, offering Hogan a pistol.

"Not yet, did you pick anything up from Klink's office?" Hogan questioned declining to take the weapon, if he was caught with it, their operation and his life would be over quickly.

"LeBeau and Carter are listening now, but he hasn't said anything. Gov'nor do you think this has to do with our trip to Düsseldorf?" Newkirk asked equally worried.

"It might be, but we won't know until they arrive. I want you to get everything ready to evacuate the camp. Have it all together and ready to burn. If the Gestapo comes into the camp and they head towards the barracks, I want everyone to get out. Don't try to come for me; I'll stall them as long as I can. That's a direct order that I want carried out!" Hogan deadpanned his two team members.

"Gov'nor there's no way in hell we're leaving you in the hands of those bastards! Why don't we all leave now?" Newkirk declared angrily.

"We don't know what's happening. It maybe something I can talk us out of. But I mean it, if it looks like they're going to arrest you, I want you to clear out! It won't take them long to find the tunnels. Do I make myself clear?" Hogan ordered them receiving reluctant 'yes, sirs' from both men. "Kinch, I want you to contact London and tell them we maybe closing up shop in the next couple of hours. Have them set evacuation plan Charlie into effect if they don't hear from us in three hours."

"Sir, what if a radio detection truck is brought into the compound, and I can't get back in touch with them? They'd be under the mistaken impression we've evacuated," Kinch asked wishing the colonel would just come with them.

"I'm not so sure they'd be under the wrong impression. Pass the word around to all the barracks leaders; make sure everyone knows what's happening. They know what to do," Hogan answered. Hearing someone coming into the cooler, they quickly replaced the stone and Hogan sat back on the bed. The window on the door slid open with a guard peering in to make sure he was in the cell, and then it closed without a word spoken. Hogan's tension rose as the waiting continued.