A/N: To all you lovelies who have been leaving reviews (which I encourage you to do so), I'm going back and looking for this, and yes. I am fully aware of Carter and the crying. I promise there will be little to no more of it from here on out...I think there's one more chapter, but I won't say why. You have to keep reading. Please stick with me, and I promise you a good finish to this plot and story. (I think it's good, my beta thought it was good, but I'll let you decide.) Keep reading and hope you enjoy this next chapter. Our good old Gestapo major has one of his many well known breakouts. Hahaha! God, I love Hochstetter. I'm gonna shut up, now. Chapter 15, everybody! :D

Chapter 15:

"Boy," Carter said softly. "Hochstetter's sure angry."

"You don't mess with the Gov'nor unless you're specifically Hochstetter," Newkirk murmured.

"I wouldn't wanna be Walters right now if I were him." LeBeau spoke, crossing his arms.

"Me neither. Is he sure in for a heap of trouble now." Carter replied.

"Sshhhh. Listen," Kinch hushed.

"Major Hochstetter, allow me to explain-" Klink begged.

"YOU ALLOWED HOGAN TO BE SHOT AND DID NOT LET ME DO THE HONORS?!" Hochstetter bellowed.

"Major, I can assure you that I had no intentions whatsoever to allow Colonel Hogan to be shot. One of my guards did it without my given orders. I also assume said guard is the same man who murdered one of my guards, Corporal Mueller."

"For what reason, Klink?!"

"That…" Klink stopped and continued in a soft, meek voice. "I'm hoping you can find out for me, Major."

"Klink, whoever this guard of yours may be, I would like to inform you personally that he should be fully prepared to handle me and the men under my command! When I figure out who it is that killed Mueller and shot Hogan, I will have them locked up in solitary confinement, have an intense interrogation, and decide whether or not that he should be shot in front of a firing squad for treason and doing MY JOB!"

Klink swallowed a huge knot in his throat. He had never seen Hochstetter so angry before in his life, and it terrified the older man.

"Yes, Major. I understand and give my full cooperation." Klink quivered.

"Good! It will go a lot easier for you that way." Hochstetter snarled.

Klink shuddered. The Kommandant was well aware of Hochstetter's...obsessive behavior regarding Hogan. Hogan was Hochstetter's when it came to Gestapo business and would not allow anyone else to do harm or damage to him unless it was specifically him. Finding out that someone else had harmed the American and murdered a loyal German soldier had certainly struck a nerve inside the short Gestapo officer, and frankly, it scared the hell out of Klink. How he only imagined of what Hochstetter would do to the guilty party once discovered who he was.

"Have you start an interrogation, yet?" The major growled.

"I was about to after morning roll call, Herr Major." Klink quivered.

Hochstetter snapped on his heels and walked over to his two men guarding Klink's office.

"Gentlemen! Round up every one of Klink's guards and have them report to me for intensive questioning and a thorough search of all firearms. If you don't find anything, do it again to be sure! I want this man found, and I want him found immediately!"

"Jawohl, Herr Major," the one man, Captain Heinen, said firmly.

"Sergeant Schultz and Corporal Langenscheidt can be excused from the search. They were with me at the time of Colonel Hogan's shooting," Klink said meekly.

Hochstetter growled, but allowed.

"All except Sergeant Schultz and Corporal Langenscheidt, gentlemen," Hochstetter gritted through his teeth.

"Any particular order, Major?" The other captain, Captain Donnerstag, asked. (1)

"No! Just send me the first one you see!" Hochstetter barked.

"Jawohl, Herr Major," Heinen said.

"Now get out! Hurry," Hochstetter ordered.

Heinen and Donnerstag hurried out of Klink's office as fast as they could. Hochstetter slammed his leather gloves on Klink's desk furiously. He was outraged at what was happening. When he found the guilty man who shot Hogan and killed Mueller, he would make them pay severely. He would enjoy every minute of torturing him and watching him grovel at his feet.

Kinch, Carter, Newkirk, and LeBeau sat there in Hogan's room for hours listening to interrogation after interrogation. They were growing tired of hearing the same thing over and over again. Eventually, all four of them brought in something to Hogan's room to occupy themselves until something important or interesting came through the listening device. Newkirk sat at Hogan's desk playing a game of solitaire, Carter and Kinch were reading, and LeBeau was knitting a scarf.

Private Webber had just been interrogated, and it was finally down to the last guard: Private Schneider.

"Kinch, we already know that these guys were not the one who shot mon Colonel, why can't we just turn it off now?" LeBeau asked, tired.

"Let's just keep it on for a little longer. If we hear nothing still in the next five minutes, we'll turn it off," Kinch said.

The little Frenchman sighed and went back to his knitting.

"Oui, Kinch," LeBeau said softly.

Private Schneider shifted uncomfortably in his seat, as Hochstetter walked back and forth from behind him. Klink sat on his desk watching his guard about to be forced into talking no matter what the reason was. Hochstetter would not allow him to leave the office until all of his questions had been addressed. While doing that, Heinen checked over Schneider's rifle and Donnerstag checked Schneider's pistol.

"Private Schneider," Hochstetter began. "According to your files, you have a pretty clean record, wouldn't you say so?"

Schneider gulped. The Gestapo major made him anxious and worried.

"Jawohl, Herr Major. I tend to like staying out of trouble," Schneider said, shaky.

"Ja. Even with a clean record, someone is still capable of murder, Private." Hochstetter continued.

"Major, I beg your pardon, but no one has been murdered as of now." Schneider looked at the man hesitantly and with mercy in his eyes.

"No, you're right...but if Colonel Hogan dies, then it will be a murder. Do you get my point, Private Schneider?" Hochstetter hissed.

"Jawohl, Herr Major. I understand you crystal clear, Major." Schneider whimpered.

"Good. Now, where were you yesterday evening? Around 7:30 at night."

"I was patrolling the north side of camp, Major. Kommandant Klink has been cautious ever since Corporal Mueller was murdered a few days ago."

"Ah, yes, Corporal Mueller. It is suspected that whoever killed Corporal Mueller was either an outsider or a guard here at Stalag 13. That same man is also assumed of shooting Colonel Hogan, no?"

"You are 100% correct, Major."

"Mm hm," Hochstetter said. "Private, Colonel Hogan was shot at approximately 7:44PM last night. Where were you during that time?"

"I was switching off duties with another guard, Major. Sergeant Fleischer, you spoke with him already."

"Major," Donnerstag said. "Come here."

Hochstetter turned around and approached the young man.

"What is it, Captain?" He asked.

Donnerstag pointed to something inside Schneider's pistol with Heinen confirming his finds.

"Look at this pistol, Major," he said.

Hochstetter took the pistol from Donnerstag and inspected it himself. He was intrigued with the finding. He gave a wicked smile and walked back over to Schneider, who was fighting back from shaking in front of the Gestapo officers in the room. He kept looking at Klink, hoping the Kommandant would give him some type of encouragement. All he got was Klink's weary eyes flickering back from Schneider to Hochstetter and his men.

"Private, what is this?" Hochstetter asked, as if Schneider had never seen a gun before.

"Major, that would be a pistol assigned to me by Kommandant Klink." Schneider answered cautiously.

"Yes, but what is that I'm pointing at, Private?"

Schneider's eyes gaped at what he found the Gestapo major pointing at. It was bits of copper and lead fowling inside the barrel of the pistol. The gun had been fired two times.

"That's not mine," Schneider said, starting to panic. "That's not my gun. The last time I fired that thing was over a year ago!"

"It was found on you, Sergeant. It appears that you have fired this gun twice at something in particular...or someone!" Hochstetter hissed.

"I swear to you, Major, I never fired that gun, never!" Schneider pleaded.

Hochstetter glared at the man for a moment longer before snapping his attention to Klink, who was trying as best as possible not to show his fear for one of his guards.

"Klink, how many times was Colonel Hogan shot last night?" The major asked coolly.

Klink swallowed a sudden lump in his throat.

"Two times in his stomach, Major." Klink quivered.

Schneider could no longer hold back his fear. His body started shaking furiously. It shook even more, when he heard Hochstetter chuckle softly to himself and turned around to again look at the private. He stared at him with fire brimmed in his eyes. The poor guard knew he was done for. How could he explain a gun that had been shot twice found on him? Could possibly someone have switched weapons on him to frame him? Highly unlikely, but it would be a chance he would be willing to take.

"Kommandant...Major Hochstetter, I'm being framed. I would never, ever try to kill or harm one of the prisoners unless given strict and direct orders from either Sergeant Schultz, Kommandant Klink, or General Burkhalter, I promise you! And I certainly would never murder another fellow German!" Schneider cried.

"Then why do you have the weapon that was used to shoot Colonel Hogan?" Hochstetter snarled.

"I told you! I'm being framed! Someone must have switched weapons with me! I never shot Colonel Hogan, and I never killed, Corporal Mueller, Major! You must believe me!"

"Donnerstag! Heinen! Take our prisoner to the cooler. I will decide later what we will do with him for punishment. Private Schneider, you are under arrest for treason, attempted murder, and more importantly doing the duty of a Gestapo officer!" Hochstetter growled.

Donnerstag and Heinen rough handled Schneider in their grasps. The private looked back at Klink. His eyes looked like a deer in headlights.

"Kommandant Klink, do something, anything, Kommandant! Please!" Schneider cried.

Klink shook in fear. He did not need to turn to look at Hochstetter to know how the major was glaring at him at the moment. As much as he wanted to help Schneider, poor Klink's fear got the better of him and there was nothing he could say to change the fact that the weapon used to shoot Hogan was found on the guard.

"Take him away, gentlemen." Klink tremored.

"Kommandant! I'm not guilty! I'm not guilty! I'M NOT GUILTY!" Schneider wailed and was taken away to the cooler by Hochstetter's men.

"That bloody bastard! He swapped guns with Private Schneider!" Newkirk barked.

"Kinch, we must do something and now," LeBeau exclaimed.

Kinch had his arms crossed and shook his head with an angry expression on his face. Walters had gone too far this time. He had forever mentally traumatized one of his best friends, killed Corporal Mueller in cold blood in order to obtain a weapon, shot his commanding officer now in a coma and fighting for his life, and now had swapped guns with one of the guards in order to frame someone else and get the spotlight off of him. Walters needed to pay for his sins, and he needed to pay for them immediately. This had gone on for long enough, and it was time to end it once and for all.

"That does it. Walters gets it, and he gets it now," Kinch said, cold.

"What do we do, mate?" Newkirk asked.

"LeBeau, get Baker and tell him to contact London. I want orders, and I want 'em now. Tell them what's happened to the Colonel and what's currently going on," Kinch ordered.

"Oui, mon ami!"

"Hey, Kinch," Carter said. "Can I go visit Colonel Hogan now? I'd like to see him."

"I'll go with yah, mate. Wouldn't mind seeing the Gov'nor meself," Newkirk said.

All four of them left Hogan's room and spread off to their assigned tasks. They hoped London would come in and would help assist the men in anyway possible to end Walters's reign of terror.

Walters leaned against the barracks wall on the outside. He smiled watching Schneider be escorted to the cooler, where he would then serve his punishment under Hochstetter's wrath. He knew Hochstetter from being interrogated under and brought to Stalag 13 by him. He was a man not to be messed around with, and Walters knew who to cross and who not to cross. Since shooting Hogan and finding out that he was in critical condition, he was sure the colonel would die soon enough with time. He would just wait until that moment, would continue being Senior POW, and make all the prisoners under him live in their worst nightmare.

The lieutenant then went back to thinking about Klink. The man was a complete weakling in his eyes. A man no where near to the qualities it took to be an officer, much rather running a POW camp in the middle of Germany. Then another thought started running through his mind. What if he were the one in charge of Stalag 13? What if he was the Kommandant? A malicious grin came to Walters's face, as a plan began to cook in his head. He could have power not only over the prisoners, but he could have power over the entire camp. He wondered if this was how Hitler or Mussolini felt like to have such power over their country. It was set. As soon as the right time came into play, he would not only make sure Hogan died, but he would make Klink go with him, too.

(1) I know there's a last name 'Freitag', meaning 'Friday' in German. I decided there could be a last name that meant 'Thursday', so I picked Donnerstag randomly. Some leave a review if I'm wrong, but there you go. Captain Donnerstag: commanding officer no other than Major Hochstetter.