Night came and went. Neither Hogan nor his men had come by to check up on her. Same went for the guards aside from bringing food to her room. He never went into detail about the tunnels, whose idea they were, or who was in charge.

None of them had even introduced themselves to her. And the people connected to those familiar names hadn't been seen in years. The chances of recognition after all this time was rather slim.

"Are you going to answer my questions at all?" she remembered asking. With her height, keeping up with him wasn't a problem. Keeping up with his train of thought was another story altogether.

"No," Hogan answered. If she could have seen the look on his face, she would have known he didn't want her to press the matter. But she did. "The less you know about this, the better. For your own safety."

"Thank you for finally answering a question. I'd rather have a tooth pulled than twenty questions with you again," Andria said with a roll of her eyes. That was a lame answer. "I don't need to know what these tunnels are for, Colonel. I just want to know why I'm here. What's so important about me that it could put an end to this Underground thing?... Underground? Radio… Pe… Louis… The heart of this Underground! How exactly do they plan to use me against Peter or Louis? Assuming They're here." Hogan stopped, closing his eyes. Whoever this kid was, she was starting to answer her own questions. And even with her knowing the layout, he had his doubts as to who he thought. "That irritating Hochstetter guy said that my being here would draw out the leader. How would my being here do that? Nothing against Peter, but he doesn't have the leadership skills to do this, Sir."

Hogan wanted to tell her. So far, since it was only a day of consciousness, the gestapo seemed to treat her better so long as she didn't know anything.

It hurt to hear her talk like this. The kid seemed to know what she was doing or up against with the way she spoke. Avoiding certain terms of endearment concerning the names she recognized but never said to them. Even the way she avoided eye contact with the men said a lot to him.

There was another thing on his mind that he wasn't sure about.

"What's this about Pearl Harbor?" Hogan asked finding it difficult to believe such an event occurred and Klink wasn't rubbing it in their faces.

"Japan attacked last year. The Arizona's an underwater mass grave. Even the local hospital was hit…" Andi explained.

"Why Pearl Harbor?"

"It's where my parents met," came the simple reply. Andi ducked to enter the cell from the tunnel's access point. Her stomach growled. It had been hours, and days since her last meal.

The message had been passed while in the tunnel, leaving some answers that were obvious as well as questions with no replies yet.

Meeting those people in the tunnel surprised her more than the size itself. The model in her stateside backyard was just as elaborate but nowhere near these proportions. The one in London was more of a drawing or scale model. Her grandparents lived in an apartment complex with no backyard leaving her with paper or clay to build a model replica.

The fact that she knew what to look for upon seeing the familiar names seemed to scare these men.

Hogan didn't ask her how she knew Newkirk or Labeau's names, but he also didn't say if they were still in camp or had been transferred. There were lots of people who could have the same surnames as the two that were on the wall in front of her

There wasn't much more to think about from her time down there, so she began to think about the hours prior to the tunnel. One of those guards that was standing by the window… the one in Klink's office. She may not have been in the states for two years. That didn't mean she wouldn't recognize one of her former schoolteachers. After all, she had seen the man every day for two years. Her parents might not have recognized him, but she certainly did.

She remembered this man's accent. Though present, it wasn't obvious. He even openly talked about his family moving from another country as a teen.

This man hadn't spoken, yet, which left her strictly with appearance. Something that could be changed by simply growing facial hair, wearing a wig, or wearing glasses. Changing one's voice was a little more difficult as she had learned via school plays.

To learn the voices she had, Andi spent months, even years, listening to the ones she wanted to emulate. Some were people she knew while the rest were recordings. Some came easy, like the ones she lived with, and others did not. Mimicking her parents and grandparents? Easy. Copying the voices she'd heard today? That was going to take some time.

So, she knew the painstaking time to not only change one's voice, but their accent as well. It wasn't something a person could do overnight.

How long has he been gestapo? Wonder if Dad recognized him. He was called into the school often enough he should.

~*H*H*~*H*H*~

Hogan mindlessly paced his office which doubled as his room. One arm across his chest and the hand of the other under his chin. Getting this girl out of camp and back to England or even America was out of the question. According to Andi, the gestapo seemed to know who they had under their thumb. The only things they didn't know were the names and faces behind the Allies operation.

They weren't going to let her go any time soon. Because of that, luck was barely on the Allies' side when Hochstetter decided to have her confined to this camp.

Hogan's team had made the mistake of showing their operation to someone they thought could be trusted a handful of times. He couldn't help but wonder if the girl was a plant. Even with her knowledge of their network and its humble backyard beginnings. Something very few people knew about. As in three people very few.

She even knew about the emergency tunnel that ended in a tree stump. And what each individual room was used for.

The timing of Andi's disappearance from London and reappearing in Germany was very suspicious. She had the dates right, but not the month. Snow was still on the frozen ground, though December had come and gone. Obviously, a code of some sort.

Hogan had two pilots in the tunnel before she found her way down there the day before. They hid when Labeau told them to.

The downed pilots were getting new outfits tailored to them by Newkirk when Hogan asked,

"Down in the tunnel the other day… You said you had a cousin about the kid's age."

"Little Andi?"

"Yeah."

"Well… she's not really a cousin, Sir… More like my kid sister's best friend," Newkirk said correcting his previous statement in the tunnel. His measuring tape rested over a pilot's shoulder. "Why do you ask?"

"You wouldn't happen to know that Andi's full name, would you?"

Newkirk took a moment to think about it. After all, seven years had gone by since he'd last seen that Andi.

"I believe it was Alexandria, Sir."

"No middle name? Last name?"

"I'm sure she has those, Sir. Was never said around m'self," Newkirk replied.

He was curious to say the least but chose not to press the matter. Aside from birthdays and a few family members they were willing to mention, this crew didn't know anything about each other outside of their current lives.

"What do you think of our little friend, LeBeau?" Hogan asked. The Frenchman, who was usually insulted by the height jokes, simply shrugged his shoulders. He was clearly wondering the same thing as his superior.

"If she is who I think, we could be in a lot of trouble, Colonel," he answered.

"She won't talk," Hogan added. His thoughts concerning the girl came to an end with Shultz entering their barracks to announce roll call.

Today, Shultz had inadvertently given him the idea that the Germans were going to blow up their own refinery. It was just an idea as it didn't solve the how problem. How were the Germans going to attack their own facility and the heroes still get those flyers in the tunnels out of Germany?

What Hogan didn't realize was that his reputation for elaborate planning had preceded him by miles as he was soon to find out.

~*H*H*~*H*H*~

The silence was enough to drive a person insane. Her first day in this hole was nothing but noise. Now, aside from the occasional meal delivery, she was essentially left alone. It was so quiet on the other side of her cell door that even if there was a guard posted, she'd never have known.

Her eyes landed on another name on the wall. It was familiar because of the names posted on her school bulletin board, but familiar for another reason. Andi was a close friend of Peter's youngest sibling. They weren't really cousins. But the Frenchman… LeBeau… Her mother's maiden name if she remembered correctly. They were about the same age.

Like Peter, Andi hadn't seen this other man in about seven years, either.

Her mother came from a rather large family. Thirteen or fourteen children. Andi hadn't met everyone as most of the brothers were away for basic training. Some of the sisters were in nursing school or married and living on the other side of France.

"So, this is how I'm meeting Uncle Louis for the first time." Her voice came out as a whisper. "Or is it the second? If these people are who I think… why didn't they recognize me? Have I changed that much in seven years? Dad didn't recognize me either and that was only two years…

~*H*H*~*H*H*~

Hours had gone by for the girl. Or was it minutes? No. It was hours. The little sun beam had changed angles. The new sound was there, but barely due to her cell's location. It was on the far end of the cooler, away from the barracks and the main gates where Gestapo or officers who held a higher rank than Klink were likely to enter.

Wonder what that means?

It was relatively new, and the first time she would have heard those sirens or horns, she would have been on her way into camp, unconscious.

She didn't have to wait long. Steel and barred cell doors opened, quickly coming closer to her door.

"But, General Biedenbender, this area has been ordered off limits by Gestapo." It was a voice she'd only heard once, but it was somehow very memorable and could only have come from one person. The owner of that voice had swallowed something… like his monocle.

"Oh? Is there a prisoner we shouldn't know about?" A new voice asked. The new voice said not get a response, mostly because Kline didn't know how to answer the question. But the man's next question came as even more of a shock than waking up in this cell. "And how is my prisoner doing?"

"Prisoner? Sir?"

"The child I had sent here, Klink," Biedenbender replied as if it were obvious.

Andi's cell door opened, allowing her to see who the new voice belonged to. Her eyes blinked rapidly as she held her hand up, shielding them from the hall light. It was far too much after three days of mostly darkness.

Her back was against the wall as she tried to shrink as small as possible.

"Physically, the child is fine. Hasn't said a word to anyone. Although… there seemed to be signs of recognition with one of the Gestapo officers in my office yesterday."

"Of course there was, Colonel. He was her schoolteacher in America."

How did this man know so much about her? He'd never laid eyes on her and yet he knew things that weren't even mentioned in Klink's office.

Did he just claim to be the reason I'm here?