"As long as Commandant Klink is away, I will take over the stalag, as you all know. The new rules will be announced, if you don't mind!" Gruber announced, looking at everyone with his strongest iron gaze, he saw Barrack 2 talking quietly. The Frenchman, the smallest of the group, looked at him with disgust, a look Gruber knew. The Frenchman always had that look when he saw Gruber, even if he didn't understand why. Gruber later decided to introduce the rules
The Indian in the group looked as naive as ever as he listened to his friends. Although... The Indian is probably more of a half-breed. To Gruber's knowledge, the Indian's father was Native American and his mother was American. Race unknown to Gruber, but he'll find out. But he's harmless, but the nigga, the group is bad. Oh how he hates him, his dirty smile is as dark as his own fucking skin! A black monkey among men. He hates his arrogant ways, he talks like an ass.
"ANYONE WHO HAS GERMAN ANCESTORS, STEP FORWARD! THAT'S AN ORDER!"
Surprisingly, only Hogan stepped forward, no one else. "Why are you stepping forward?" asked Gruber curiously, to his knowledge hogan was not German but American. He hadn't read his file yet, so he should do so!
"Herr Kommandant, Mein Großvater kam als Immigrant in die Vereinten Nationen, um dort zu leben. " said Hogan in a broken German, he spoke brokenly but also with a barely audible American accent. This astonished Gruber greatly, Hogan had always been an enigma, always amazed him how this man? Boy? Could amaze him. Be it in good or bad, Mostly bad when hogan is involved. "Ihr seid entlassen" Gruber ordered as he bluntly turned and left, only one of about 50 prisoners was German, headquarters must know about this.
As Gruber stood at the door of the Kommandantur, he caught sight of the group of five men in the corner of his eye. No, they were not men, but boys in adult bodies. "Idioten," Gruber said to himself as they entered and greeted Miss Hilda. He liked Hilda, she was a decent woman, but there was also something mysterious behind this beauty. But still, she is a smart, beautiful woman with whom he shares a good friendship, nothing sexual or similar, like his colleagues.
But Gruber stopped in front of Klink's door, no, his office. "Fräulein Hilda, request all files on Colonel Hogan from headquarters. I need it as soon as possible!" Gruber said before listening to Hilda.
As Gruber wanted, he got the files. They were not few, but a whole box filled with information and pictures from his childhood to adulthood, but with many gaps.
Name: Robert Wilhelm hogan junior
Age: 13
Born: 20.4.1907
Picture: Shows a skinny boy with newspapers under his armpits.
Hair colour: Light brown
Eye colour: Brown
Length: 1.50
Father: Death
Mother:dead
Legal guardian: Grandfather
That's... interesting, Gruber thought as he stopped reading.
Description: Robert Wilhelm Hogan Jr. is the son of an American and a German woman, and was reluctantly given to his grandfather after the death of his parents. He became an orphan after his grandfather's death and lived on the streets of New York, becoming a minor celebrity as a paperboy, stealing from people with his charming ways. Hogan got into more and more trouble with the law, so much so that he was briefly sent to a juvenile detention centre. The interrogation of him confused the police officer.
Policeman: Do you know why you are here?
hogan: Yes
Policeman: why did you steal it?
Hogan: I was hungry, you can't get anything with a few cents.
Policeman: Why didn't you go to the orphanage?
Hogan: I don't like it there, they're hypocritical bastards!
Policeman: Not in that tone!
Hogan: I don't give a shit!
During the interrogation, there was an incident where he was completely out of the public eye. They searched for him for three weeks until the search finally ended.
Gruber took another file.
Biendenbender's report? Gruber has few memories, bad memories, just details of an arrogant man who pretended to know hogan perfectly. "The idiot was too foolish for our taste, wasn't he, Hogan?"
Hogan is a cunning man who was wild at a young age and caused nothing but trouble. But since i think like him, he has become a whole new person to me, he is a complex person! This man is dangerous, I ask to change him next. He would only be able to grow properly under me alone, the Greater German Empire would have a better future. He could become a true German under my guidance and care, which he did not have when he was growing up
Gruber didn't understand it, he didn't understand what Gerald was trying to say. He knew a lot, he knew he was obsessed with hogan, but what was going on in his mind that he would write something like that? Fortunately, the man disappeared some time ago.
But since I've been following his activities, I've also noticed a frightening pattern, since I've been thinking about Robert, and working on his way, I started at the beginning. I've roamed all over America, through New York, or be it Ohio! After his parents died, his grandfather, name unknown, began raising him, but he died very young after the death of his daughter and son-in-law.
Hogan started out as a paperboy but became a charming thief with his very young looks, he also stole from the police, which also landed him behind bars before he disappeared from the public eye altogether. About 20 years later, a man with the almost identical name Robert Edward Hogan appeared! According to my research, and my team, he is a German, a true Aryan. I hereby request that project: .--. .-. -- .-- . -.- - / .- .-.. - . .-. ..- -. --. is to be used with Robert Wilhelm Hogan.
Biendenbenders
Fortunately, Gruber knows what his colleague Gerald was thinking at the time; but unlike him, it was not an obsession.
"I LOVE THIS MAN!" Begged Gerald as he pleaded on his knees in front of Klink, and Hochstetter. Gruber had been watching everything through the door slit. "You need help! My God, Klink, call the psychiatric ward already!" Hochstetter said as he pulled out a gun, but Biedenbender was quicker, pulling out his own pistol and shooting Hochstetter's hand. "YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND! YOU ARE TOO INSANE TO UNDERSTAND WHAT I FEEL!" shouted Biendenbender with a disturbed smile as he stood up and pointed the pistol towards the clink. "Put the gun down, gerald!" klink tried to somehow get through gerald with his Saxon dialect. "Wilhelm, my good friend. I see the world through his eyes, you see every day but you don't understand what's going on inside him." he licked his lip as Gerald looked out the window and saw hogan playing poker with a couple of guards who were neglecting their jobs.
Klink seized the moment and grabbed the crazy man's neck. "Gruber, what's going on?" asked hogan innocently, Gruber frightened behind the mask of a stern man. "Get out of here!" Gruber said threateningly as he tried to shoo him away. But in Hogan style, he pushed Gruber away easily and stepped in, shock hitting him.
"What is this man doing here?!" Shouted Hochstetter as he looked at Hogan, who had a cheeky smile on his face that resembled a naughty boy. "Hogan did as he was told, and he punched Biendenbender so hard in the face that he fell over and fainted.
