Switzerland April 1968

Hogan, Newkirk, and Wolfgang were looking through Hochstetter's house in the city for clues as to where he and Angie might have gone. After finishing the room he'd inspected, the younger man called his adopted 'uncles' into the hallway.

"Rob, Peter, I need some answers from you. Less than a day after arriving here, for a vacation she planned for years, my mum goes missing. And for some reason Louis and Andrew just happen to be here at the same time. Then the two of you and James fly in on a moment's notice. Who has taken mum and exactly what's going on?" Wolfgang deadpanned them while blocking them from entering the master bedroom.

"Honestly kid, I think that's something you're gonna need to discuss with your mum," Newkirk answered trying to deflect the question.

"Peter, I'm no longer a child. I've been a field operative for MI-5 for quite some time now and if I'm going to help find mum, I need to know what we're up against!" Wolfgang demanded in such a way Hogan and Newkirk knew they had to tell him.

"During the war, your mum spent some time in Germany doing her job, and we had to sneak her out of the country to save her from a Gestapo officer named Hochstetter. There's more to it and the finer details you're gonna have to discuss with Angie. Right now we have to find her and make sure she's all right," Hogan told him.

"This Gestapo officer is my father isn't he? The man my mum has cried for all these years," Wolfgang said shocking the other two into stunned silence. How did he make that leap? Wolfgang walked back into the bedroom, pointing to the painting on the wall. It was painted from the photo of Hochstetter and Angel on their day trip a few weeks before she left Germany. "Mum has the same photo she keeps hidden in her bedside table. She takes it out every so often and cries over it. So after all this time my parents get together; how much danger is mum really in? Does he love her like she loves him?"

Taking a deep breath Hogan answered him, "Yes, he is your father. We don't know how he feels about her now, but we had to get her out of Germany because she was afraid he'd kill her. That's why we didn't want her coming here alone."

Wolfgang turned away from the other two shaking his head wondering what they should do from here. Were his parents just talking or could his mum really be in danger? It was a real threat he couldn't ignore, turning back towards his uncles Wolfgang asked, "Where do we go from here? I haven't found anything to suggest where they might have gone, have either of you?"

Both men answered negatively, and then Hogan picked up the phone calling LeBeau to see if he'd heard from Kinch and Carter. LeBeau said that they'd had no luck either at the brewery and no one knew where Hochstetter would be if he wasn't at home or work. Hochstetter was a workaholic and didn't have much of a personal life.

Out at Hochstetter's weekend home

"I need you to start from the beginning and explain yourself," Hochstetter said starting to calm down a bit, his dark brown eyes flashing fury and confusion at the same time.

Angie nodded her head, her eyes meeting his and began her story from the last time they spoke. "Do you remember the last phone conversation we had? I made a choice in that call to leave Germany and save our baby," she said before he interrupted her.

"Our baby? The young woman I met earlier, she's my daughter?" He wanted to confirm his suspicion.

"Yes, I was pregnant, although at the time I didn't know that I was carrying twins. We have a son and a daughter, Wolfgang and Lisal," she let that sink in for a moment before continuing. "I knew if I was exposed as a spy, then I'd be killed and quite possibly you would have been also because of our relationship. My heart kept telling me that I had to come clean with you or leave. If I told you about my job, then Nimrod would have come after us, and we'd both been killed. So the only thing I could do to keep us all alive was to go back to London."

"If I had known…" Hochstetter started shaking his head.

"What would you have done? Would you have allowed me to live? Would you have come to London with me? Would our children have been born?" Angie asked firmly, but not in a harsh tone.

"I don't know. You can't lay all this out for me and expect me to know what I would have done instantly," he answered getting up and pacing around the room. Even though his anger was seething through him at her betrayal, he tried to keep his voice calm.

Stalag 13, December 1944

Kinch came upstairs from the tunnel with a message and a wide smile on his face handing it over to Hogan. "When?" Hogan asked with a lopsided grin and a sparkle showing in his eyes.

"She'll be here tomorrow night, says it's something important and wants you to meet her at those coordinates, sir." Kinch answered pouring himself a cup of coffee.

"Her who?" LeBeau asked with excitement hoping that any woman might be coming to the camp.

"Tiger," Kinch answered as he took a seat at the common table.

"Très gentil mon Colonel, I know it's been a while since she's been around. I hope you have a good time," LeBeau said with a knowing look on his face.

"She's coming for business reasons, LeBeau," Hogan said thinking about how he was going to prepare to see Tiger.

"Oui, mon Colonel, oui," LeBeau responded not believing for a moment that it was all business.

"I'll be in my office if anyone needs me," Hogan said not to anyone in particular as he closed his office door. His mind was on a very special underground agent and partially wondering what information she had, that was so important for her to risk another trip to his area.