Chapter 5:

"No," the Gestapo guard said, rough. He stood with authority in front of the cooler and wore a stern look engraved in his face.

"But this isn't just any other visitor; this is the daughter of Colonel Klink. She's basically an aristocrat in the Luftwaffe." Hogan argued, putting his persuasion skills to the test. Kalina stood silently beside him and watched the two men exchange words with one another.

"I refuse to grant any request coming from a prisoner of war." The guard answered.

"Can't I see my Papa for at least five minutes, bitte?" Kalina asked respectfully.

"Nein!"

The young girl sighed, then turned her eyes ahead of her with a slightly stunned expression.

"Is that a prisoner trying to escape?" She asked.

The Gestapo guard's eyes grew in size and snapped his head in the direction Kalina was looking out at. While he was distracted, both she and Hogan quickly made their way inside the cooler.

Seeing nothing, the guard turned back with a frown.

"I do not see any prisoner…" He paused after noticing no one was there. He looked around the area for the two, but did not see them anywhere. The man gave a heavy breath of air, assuming he was just tired, and went back to keeping guard.

Schultz stood in front of Klink's cell doing all he could to not fall asleep. The only thing he could think of was pacing back and forth across the floor, but it wore him out after awhile. He would stop briefly, start to feel sleepy, then go back to pacing. He paused when he heard footsteps coming towards him and snapped to full attention.

"Halt! Who goes there?" He demanded, grabbing his empty rifle.

"Hermann Goering," Hogan said, standing right behind the German guard.

Schultz turned and grumbled to himself.

"What are you doing here? You're up to some monkey business, I know it!" He accused, pointing his finger at the colonel. He stopped when he saw Kalina standing beside Hogan, and his eyes grew wider in size. "Colonel Hogan...what is she doing in here?!"

"Can't a sweet little girl visit her father in prison?"

"Oh, Colonel Hogan, please! If General Burkhalter catches you two in here, it would be worth my life!"

Kalina grabbed a chocolate bar from her white sweater's pocket and waved in front of the big guard.

Schultz licked his lips with a smile, then immediately snapped out of it.

"No! I will not be bribed!" He cried.

Kalina dug into her pocket again and pulled out three more chocolate bars, then into her other sweater pocket and pulled out four strands of licorice. Her facial expression remained neutral.

Not able to pass down the delicious treats, Schultz surrender.

"Alright, you get 15 minutes," he said, grabbing his goodies from Kalina.

"Good boy," Klink's daughter said, a smile of mischief growing on her.

Schultz grabbed the keys to the cell and unlocked the door, allowing both Hogan and Kalina to enter the chilly cell.

Klink, sitting on a flat cot, looked up from the ground at his visitors and grinned.

"Hogan! Kalina," he said, with glee.

Not able to help herself, the teenager ran from the American's side and wrapped her arms tight around her father, who did the same in return. Kalina rested her head on her father's chest and fought back her overwhelming emotions. She was completely silent for a good minute.

"Oh, Papa...Hochstetter's got the Gestapo swarming all over your camp." She whimpered.

"Just be glad you didn't find a Gestapo guard in your shower this morning. Opened the curtain and was staring right at me. Should really get a privacy policy in place." Hogan commented.

Klink glared at his Senior POW briefly, then turned back to look at his daughter.

"Are you alright, süßling? Has Major Hochstetter hurt you?" He asked, worried.

"No, Papa. He just scares me is all...we have to get you out of here, Papa. I can't stand knowing you're being charged with treason and murder."

"My dear, unless you can find the man that called Major Hochstetter last night, I'm afraid there's nothing you can do to clear my name."

"There has to be some way...any way!"

Hogan thought for a brief moment, then snapped his fingers.

"I know," he said, a grin growing on his face. He was about to share his plan with the two Klinks, when a booming voice rang out inside the cooler.

"Schultz!" A man's voice bellowed. It belonged to Burkhalter!

Kalina wrapped her arms tight around her father's neck, and Hogan and Schultz stood up straight and with authority.

"Jawohl, Herr General!" The fluffy guard remarked, saluting both Burkhalter and Hochstetter, who had tagged along.

"What are those two doing in there?" The general demanded, his arms clasped behind his back.

"Housekeeping. It is the end of flu season after all," Hogan said, quickly thinking of an explanation.

"I did not order for any housekeeping." Burkhalter answered.

"We try to think ahead here at Stalag 13."

"Schultz, escort both Colonel Hogan and Kalina out of that cell immediately," Hochstetter said, with a glare.

"Jawohl, Herr Major," Schultz said, and unlocked the jail cell door, making room for both Hogan and Kalina to exit.

The American slowly made his way into the hallway and looked back at his little friend. Kalina had yet to move away from her father and was terrified something would happen to him if she were to. She looked down at him for help, but only received a small smile and a gentle arm rub.

The young girl nodded with a frown and quietly made her way to Hogan.

Schultz locked the cell back up and turned back to the four before him.

"Schultz," Burkhalter began. "Colonel Hogan and Kalina are leaving. They are to not come near this place again or are to face severe punishment."

"Leaving? For where?" The big sergeant asked, confused.

"KICK THEM OUT OF HERE, SCHNELL!" Hochstetter hollered, making both Hogan and Kalina rush out of the building.

When they were gone, Burkhalter turned to his ex subordinate.

"Klink, I have good news and bad news to bring you," the general said.

"Am I being released?" Klink asked, a hopeful smile growing on his face.

"No."

"Then what could possibly be good news for me?"

"You will receive your sentence from Berlin in 48 hours."

"If that's good news, what's the bad news?"

"Your request for combat duty at the Russian Front has been refuted by the Luftwaffe High Command."

The German colonel swallowed a big lump in his throat and began to shake. This situation did not seem to get any better; it was only getting worse.

Hogan and Kalina entered the compound in silence. None of them said a word to one another for a long while. When he grew concerned, Hogan looked down to his left to make sure Kalina was still with him. She was. Physically, but not mentally. All she did was stare at the dirt below her feet with a grim look to her face.

The American frowned, then turned to look back ahead of him.

"We'll get him out of there, hon. When Newkirk gets back to us with that list, we'll figure out what guard made that phony call to Hochstetter and get something on this guy to expose him." He promised.

Kalina did not answer. She remained quiet and eventually split off from the colonel to go in her own direction.

Hogan sighed, looked out at Kalina with empathy, then made his way back to the barracks.

The young Klink began wandering around camp and tried to clear her mind of things. It did not help every time she saw Gestapo men walk past her and headed for a different direction. Her father should be the one still running this camp; not the Gestapo. She had to get him cleared and back in charge...unfortunately, she had no idea how to.

Kalina felt tears build in her eyes, but blinked them away and continued walking. Now was not the time to cry. She needed to clear her thoughts in order to think of a way to get her father out of the cooler and out of trouble with Germany. She made her way around one of the barracks and was about to continue her walk, when she faintly heard a man's voice. It was low and familiar, but she could not pinpoint where she had heard it before. Curious, her ears perked up and without a sound made her way towards the mysterious voice.

She walked down a few buildings, made a left, and hid behind another barracks once she was in hearing distance. She peeped her head behind the wall to see who was speaking. It was one of her father's guards. She recognized him, but her memory could not label a name to his face. He was about the same height as Burkhalter's, very slim, had dark blue eyes, and graying brown hair.

Seeing the man alone, Kalina began to wonder why the man was talking to himself. Was he purposely doing it? Was he a bit on the mentally unstable side of things and hallucinating someone there? She stayed frozen, grabbed a pad and pen from her coat pocket, and listened in on the man to find out more.

"Oh, Kommandant...there's no way you can dig yourself out of this mess. Colonel Klink, your military career is certainly finished. I tell General Burkhalter I'm the one that turned you in, and it's promotion time for me...might even get promoted as the new kommandant of Stalag 13. Ha...Kommandant Schumann...that rings a good bell."

Kalina's jaw dropped in shock, then silently slipped away from the area and once far enough away, sprinted off towards barracks two. She needed Hogan. She needed one of his ingenious ideas to get her father out of his current predicament...and now she had just what she wanted: evidence.