And from the darkness, a shadow is rising...o no. Just me. Somehow back again...Shame on me for my long absence. I feel really bad...I do try to update more regularly from now on. But I won't promise anything I can't keep...

Special thanks goes to Basketballgirl Kaitlin, for she is betaing me despite my period of completly no writing. You are great!

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chapter 4-trapped

to trap- to keep somebody in a dangerous place or bad situation that they want to get out of but cannot (source: Oxford English dictionary)

Hogan, Kinch, Carter and LeBeau sat quietly in the truck. No one said something. Major Bergmann had ordered four soldiers to guard them. There simply was nothing to do in that moment.

The four remained stoic. Their faces were expressionless, their eyes straight ahead.
Hogan didn't know for how long they had been driving when they stopped. It felt like hours but that wasn't likely. Half an hour? Possibly. Hogan was angry about himself. He should have paid more attention to where they went and how long it took them. It was really not his day.

They were led to a building. It was huge and grey, but maybe it just appeared that way because of the moonless night. However, Hogan couldn't think of his and his men's prison in a different colour. A prison in light blue? No way.

Hogan focused again. He thought they were taken to a prison. Were they? There was no sign which defined the building as a prison, but there was no sign that defined it as anything though. Hogan could be sure it was no Gestapo building simply because there was no Gestapo agent anywhere in sight. So...a POW camp? No barracks at all. A fence, some huts, and this huge house. Their guards took them directly to that building. When they entered, everybody had to shut his eyes against the glaring light.

There was a checkpoint right behind the door where a young corporal was on duty, and apparently had been the whole night. He gave a tired and confused look to the four prisoners and asked "Wer sind die?"

"Gefangene," Major Bergmann replied and led the prisoners and the guards into a long hallway. The corporal was about to protest but a intimidating glimpse by Bergmann made him stop.

They walked down the hallway. At least here were signs. Hogan couldn't read any of them except the "Nicht rauchen" sign. That was no hint where they were. The other signs looked really complicated, but his German was not that good at all.

They finally entered a small room with blank walls and a lattice in front of the only window. Hogan, Kinch, Carter and LeBeau faced the door. Bergmann took a chair and sat down with the backrest in front of his belly, arms on top of the backrest and his head on his hands. He surveyed his prisoners one by one for a few minutes and finally asked "So who are you?"

He got no response. Bergmann sighed and kept on staring at them.

"You know...you can tell me or the Gestapo. It's your choice."

He still received no answer.

"Well, I am pretty sure that you are spies, so the Geneva Convention doesn't protect you. We can do whatever we want to."
Hogan glanced at his men. None of them changed his expressionless face. Hogan had known before he was in charge of brave, strong and good men and was confirmed once more in this moment. The room was quiet.

"Okay guys, I'm tired, you are tired. Maybe we better speak about this tomorrow. But I need your names at least."

No one said anything. Bergmann sighed once more.

"Fine, then I choose some names for you. You...," he pointed at Hogan "are Peter." He looked at Kinch. "Albus." Then Carter. "Friedrich." And finally LeBeau. "Magnus. All right, we're done for now. Bring them to their cells," Bergmann ordered.

Hogan kept his emotionless face but inside he swore. LeBeau, Carter, Kinch and he himself were taken into different directions. That made escaping a lot more complicated. He knew he wouldn't sleep that night. He needed to figure out a plan. He just had to.

When the door was closed behind him and he was left alone in the darkness, he just sat down and stared at the wall. His head was as empty as the cell he was trapped in.

to trap- to leave someone desperate and without any options to escape

Wer sind die?- Who are they?

Gefangene- prisoners

Nicht rauchen- No smoking