Switzerland April 1968

Newkirk walked around Hochstetter's house frustrated trying to decide what to do next. He knew that Angie's trip here was a bad idea and his gut said trouble was brewing. In his life, he'd known several strong independent women, but Angie was the most stubborn he'd known. He wasn't sure who was more pig-headed, Hogan or Angie; both always had the ability to drive him nuts.

"All right, there's nothing here that's going to help us locate them. I know someone who might be able to give us a lead, let's go to church gentleman," Hogan declared closing the middle drawer on the desk. The three friends left the house and drove to the edge of the town to an old Catholic church. The steeple stood tall, towering above the town with a large bell that rang out at noon daily. The building was over five hundred years old and had seen a lot of history. On the exterior compound walls, scars could still be seen from the French Revolution*, and possible as far back as the Thirty Year War**, no one knew for sure. Somehow, it gave the place character.

"Gov'nor, who are we meeting here?" Newkirk asked as they got out of the car taking a look around at the place. It reminded him of some of the churches in England.

"Oh, someone I think you'll recognize is the head priest here," Hogan replied mysteriously with a lopsided grin. "He's kept an eye out in this area for us for many years."

"If it was known where this Gestapo officer was, then why wasn't he picked up in the round up?" Wolfgang asked with slight irritation in his voice. Even though Switzerland was neutral and officially didn't allow extradition, that didn't mean some individuals weren't unofficially removed from the country.

Hogan winced and before he came up with an answer, Father Karl Langenscheidt came out the building greeting his visitors warmly. Newkirk was totally amazed as he shook the former guard's hand. How had he not known about him being here?

"Welcome Robert, Peter, it's so good to see you again," Langenscheidt shook hands with all three men. "This must be young Wolfgang; you look a lot like your father only with your mother's eyes."

"How is it that everyone knows about my father except me and my sister?" Wolfgang asked looking at each of the men.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't realize…"

"It's all right, he's just had a few surprises today," Hogan answered putting his arm around Langenscheidt's shoulders. "We need your help old friend. The thing we've discussed in the past has come to play, and we're wondering if you might have any information that might assist us."

"Then we should discuss this in the privacy of my office," Langenscheidt answered ushering them into the church.

"What I'd like to know is 'ow you came to be a priest here?" Newkirk asked trying to get his mind around everything while taking a good look around the place.

Langenscheidt explained that before the war, it was his life's dream to become a priest. But then with Hitler's arresting people of the cloth of all religions, he put that dream on hold. To make matters worse, he was then drafted into the Luftwaffe, but was fortunate enough to avoid the Russian Front and stationed at Stalag 13 instead. It didn't take him long to realize what Hogan and his team were up to. He felt for that season of his life, he was to help Schultz protect them. Then with the war over, he was able to follow his calling, and this was his first and only parish. A couple of years later, he ran into Hogan at a café in town, and the two were able to openly talk about their experiences and life both before and after the war. That day Langenscheidt became Hogan's contact for this area of Switzerland, and informed him about wanted war criminals trying to hide there from extradition. Wolfgang had questions, but he was going to wait until they found his mother to demand answers.

As Newkirk closed the door to Langenscheidt's office, Hogan posed the question if the priest might know somewhere else that Hochstetter might be hiding.

"There is a cabin a few kilometers from here that is a safe haven for several old Gestapo agents. I have the directions, but I can't go with you," Langenscheidt said walking around to the back of his desk.

"Directions will be fine, thank you," Hogan replied with a gentle smile.

A knock on the office door startled everyone as it opened. "I'm sorry to disturb you, Father Karl, but the Milson family has arrived," his secretary informed him.

"Tell them I will be with them in a moment," he informed his secretary. She nodded and closed the door. Turning back to his guests, he said, "I'm sorry that I don't have any more time. I have a funeral to plan with a parish family."

"If we can get the directions, we'll leave and let you get on with your day," Newkirk offered.

"Of course, of course, it is in my personal address book. Let me see, here it is," the former guard answered, and allowed Wolfgang to copy the instructions down. "I've never been out there, and understand it's difficult to locate. I hope you find what you're looking for."

"Thank you, my friend," Hogan shook his hand. "I hope we do also. We'll show ourselves out, you go take care of your people."

As Wolfgang drove the car out of the parking lot and onto the main road, the tail they'd picked up at Hochstetter's house started following them again. The second car didn't go unnoticed by the man who had been trying to throw Hogan's team off of Hochstetter's trail all day. Papa Bear, with any luck, you're about to become very lost in the back roads. I'll take care of the unwanted visitor following you, and make sure he doesn't cause you any trouble.

Germany December 1944

"Danke Sergeant, that was good work, you may kill the prisoner now. Only don't make it too fast, take your time and enjoy it," Braun praised his underling then hung up the phone and turned towards Hochstetter. "Good news, the underground agent has contacted the leader of the French resistance, and she will be in Hammelburg tomorrow to meet with Papa Bear. We have the coordinates of that rendezvous." He handed his friend the information.

"Finally, we'll have them both! Hogan will not be able to escape this time," Hochstetter gloated walking around his office. "I want us to be setup before either makes it out to the old farmhouse. I'll send out a couple of troops to keep an eye on it tonight, just in case someone is watching the area."

At that moment, Captain Fuchs knocked on Hochstetter's door and entered when granted permission. "Herr Major, I wanted to let you know that I have the suspect in a holding cell. Major Braun, I didn't realize you were coming today. How are things in Düsseldorf? How are you feeling?"

"Düsseldorf is starting to come back, but we have a lot of work to do. My arm will mend, it's not the first broken bone I've had. Thank you for asking. What crime has this prisoner committed?" Braun hoped it was something tied to the Allies.

"We had a bank robbery*** a couple of weeks ago. The Captain has just finished rounding up the crew," Hochstetter answered not wanting to share credit in their arrest. "Fuchs, will you be able to handle the interrogation? Braun and I are working on something that takes my priority. Also, will you send Corporal Schneider to my office? I have an assignment for him."

"Jawohl, Herr Major. Is there anything else I can assist you with?"

"Nein, I believe you'll have your hands full with the robbers, and that is a top priority," Hochstetter answered his second in command with a smile.

"As you wish," Fuchs saluted the majors before leaving Hochstetter's office wondering what those two were up too. He'd have to make some discreet inquires.

"I don't want anyone to know who we are going after until they're in custody," Hochstetter said.

"Do you have reason to suspect Fuchs?" Braun asked concerned. There had been a few Gestapo agents he had to get rid of in the past. They were too eager for advancement, and would have surpassed him in a way that wasn't good for his career.

"Nein, nein, he's a good officer that I trust implicitly. I just don't want to share in the glory of capturing Papa Bear is all," Hochstetter gloated. "How did you take the underground member into custody and get them to talk?"

"We received a tip about a secret meeting and were able to infiltrate it. My man got the names of some of the top people in Düsseldorf, and then we raided the next meeting. I was able to arrest three of seven members. Unfortunately, the other four are still at large," Braun's face showed displeasure for losing the others. "Luckily, our man wasn't made so we've been able to use his code name and found the link between the German and French underground."

"Very nicely done. I have suspected there was a connection between the two undergrounds," Hochstetter said sitting down in his chair.

"Yes, her name is Marie Monet, but we don't know her code name at this point. That's all right; we will know everything once we capture her and Papa Bear tomorrow. I have a new interrogation technique that seems to work very well," Braun filled him in from his seat in front of the desk.

"What is your new method?" Hochstetter was interested because his friend's ways were always unique and fitted his personality. Hochstetter preferred to stay with the older methods of pummeling a prisoner, if being nice didn't work.

"A few weeks ago, I took my nephew fishing. After catching his first fish, I showed him how to filet it. Later that night, I was thinking that it would make an interesting interrogation technique. I've used it on several prisoners now, and it is the most effective tool that I've found. When we have Fraulein Monet and Papa Bear, I'll show you how effective filleting a prisoner really is."

*Fought in 1798

** Fought from 1618 - 1648

***The Great Brinksmeyer Robbery episode