"Speak of the devil!" said a very familiar voice with a Saxon dialect, standing in front of the door of the car. "Herr Kommandant! You here? What a surprise to see you here," said klink as he greeted gruber with his riding crop under his armpit, but he tried to hide hogan behind his back. But unfortunately for him, klink had already seen hogan when gruber got out. "I didn't know you had a son, Fritz!" klink shouted happily as he bent his head slightly to get a better look at Hogan.

"M-my son? Yes, that's right, my son!" Gruber stammered as klink reached out to squeeze Hogan's cheeks, "what's your name?" klink asked admiringly as he looked more closely at Hogan, whose hair was falling down his face and who still had baby cheeks that made him look younger than he is at the moment. "M-m-my name?", Hogan also stuttered as he considered what kind of name he could choose. Gruber saw Klink frown. "Could it be that all of you in the family stutter when you talk?", Fritz ignored Klink's remark as he considered what name to give Hogan.

"So tell me, what's the boy's name?"

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"Leopold"

Hogan was startled by the name

"Leopold is his name"

Klink saw Hogan's unease

"Your boy, Leopold, looks pretty scared." gruber narrowed his eyes as he looked at Hogan. "Oh really? Well, he doesn't like the name so much, that's why we call him Leon," Gruber said as he saw the look Hogan had in his son's eyes. Son... He liked the way his own son sounded. Yes, he liked the sound of it!

"Will I see you tomorrow, Fritz?" asked Klink as he snapped Gruber out of his train of thought, Klink noticing something about Leopold but keeping his mouth shut. "I don't think so, Herr Kommandant," Gruber replied, saying goodbye to Klink, who waved back and left as well. "Does Klink know that I'm not going back to the Stalag?" asked Hog- leopold as he sat down at the other door, "he only knows that you're being transferred temporarily. But he doesn't know where exactly," Gruber said as he sat down and took off his jacket. It was cold in the car, but it wasn't too cold for Gruber. Hogan, on the other hand, was cold, beginning to freeze, but he could stand worse. He should have had a jacket sewn!

Gruber noticed that Hogan was shivering as he ordered the driver to drive on, he noticed the slight shivering. He briefly checked the jacket pockets again to make sure there were no dangerous things in them, but there was nothing there either. He checked again, just to be sure. When Hogan's trembling became more obvious, he pulled the jacket on him as if it was an idea. He earned a puzzled look from Hogan: "I may be a Robert, but I'm not a monster," Gruber said as he turned over to sleep. Well, he tried to look like one, with his left eye he could see Hogan well, snuggling into Gruber's coat.

Being a father is a beautiful thing, isn't it? He could enjoy it, but would Leo- hogan join in? That was written in the stars. But Gruber would have to learn a thing or two, Schulz should ask. Dussel schulz, nice, caring schulz. Georg had five children, three boys and two girls. So Schulz could help him, and in a worst-case scenario he could look after Hogan.

Gruber raised his head, he felt something at his side. It was Hogan, sleeping snuggled in his coat. Hmm, he could work with that, he just had to be careful that Hogan didn't wake up. That's it, slowly change position. It's more comfortable that way, Hogan should be able to lie down and Fritz should sit better.

"Herr Hauptmann, where exactly are we going?" the driver asked as he moved the windows to one side as he drove. This also helped the captain to listen better, before it was almost impossible. Gruber looked as if Walter knew the way. Walter also knew exactly where Gruber and his protégé's house must be. "You know the way, don't you, Walter?", silence followed the question.

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"I thought we were going somewhere else, Captain." Something bothered Gruber about this voice, it was deeper than yesterday. He knew Walter very well, he didn't have such a deep voice. It sounded very familiar to him though, Gruber drew his gun but kept it covered. "Tell me, how old is the boy?" asked Walter, looking further down the street. Gruber looked at Walter blankly, Walter told him he didn't care what happened to the hogan. Where does the damn interest come from?

Gruber looked briefly at Hogan, who was fast asleep. Either Hogan had planned this, which couldn't be. According to his spies, nothing was planned, because there is radio silence between London and Goldilocks.

"That's none of your business, Walter," Gruber said angrily. Walter, on the other hand, did not let up, but Gruber closed the window. All he heard was an annoyed and slightly offended grunt, this is definitely not his dutiful, slightly playful Kamarad. Gruber needs to get out of here before it's far too late. Noted: No one would hear him, if he shot Gruber, no one but Hogan would notice. With Hogan on his back, it would be suboptimal, although Hogan might not weigh as much. It would be suboptimal, as I said, because he would be much slower to get help, and in the snow you would get a shoe print. Gruber has to run when Gruber isn't there, but the fuel is still full, and the drive is too short to fill up. Two hours of driving and five hours of fuel.

While he is lost in thought, the window opens again. A gun glares in his direction, "Captain, end of the line with you, and leave Leo." Whispered a voice he knew very well by now. Oh, how could he think that this man would never come back? Sometimes Fritz wonders how he can live with this brain! "Or wait here, our friend will pick you up personally!" It was Gerald Biendenbender's adjutant Friedrich von Siegen, a monster with a pistol. "Friedrich, I saw you die! How can you live?!" the captain whispers as he unconsciously embraces Hogan Mower.

Frederick's face contorts into a grin as he does so. "You disgust me, Friedrich!" growls Gruber as he sees something move out of the corner of his eye, it's soldiers and the General Burkhalter. Gruber turned his head and grinned, Friedrich did the same and blanched.

"No..."

Friedrich whispered softly, slightly worried.

"NO!" shouted Friedrich finally as he was pulled out. Burkhalter opened the door and pushed the exit closed. But before he got out, he heard a hoarse voice: "He's fucked." Wait, did Hogan know about this! But how? "Did you know about this..."

"You're asking the right questions to the wrong person." He grinned cheekily as he looked at Gruber.