"Some people can sit around drinking beer, I have a prisoner of war camp to run," Hogan quipped. "Gentlemen," he saluted as he turned to leave. But he wasn't going to get off that easy.

"Come to think of it, I have some paperwork that I need to finish up, so I think I'll join the major back at the stalag," Klink said as he stood up, raising an eyebrow slightly at Hogan.

Klink's mannerisms were making Hogan nervous, and he wasn't quite sure what game he was playing, but he didn't want to find out.

"Stay a while and enjoy yourself, Kommandant," Hogan insisted. "We have everything under control. Besides, you've earned a night out."

"No, I really need to get some work done. We also need to discuss a couple things when we get back to my office."

Uh-oh. Alarm bells were going off in Hogan's head, and he felt like he was trapped in a corner with no way out.

"Looks like you've got yourself into some trouble with your Kommandant," Milheiser chuckled. "Perhaps we can meet some other time."

"Perhaps." Hogan put on a fake smile as he and Klink said their final goodbyes and escorted the other heroes out the door. Yeah, perhaps if I don't end up in front of a firing squad tomorrow morning, Hogan thought grimly to himself.

The trip back to Stalag 13 had been completely silent, but as soon as Klink and Hogan were alone in Klink's office, that quickly changed.

"What on earth do you think you are doing parading around as a German officer working at my camp?!" Klink shouted as the door shut.

"Well…" Hogan began.

"Don't answer that. I already know," Klink sighed as he took a seat at his desk, resting his head in his hands.

Hogan was left standing there with his mouth slightly agape at Klink's reply. What did he mean he already knew? That couldn't mean what Hogan thought it meant, could it?

Klink glanced up to find a very confused and slightly worried Hogan staring back at him, and Klink knew he had slipped up. He hadn't meant to let on that he knew about Hogan's operation, but there was no backtracking now. Hogan was too smart for that.

"I know you were getting information on the Adolf Hitler Division. That was my assignment too."

"Your assignment?" Hogan could barely get the words out in his shock.

"Yes, I've been collecting information for the Allies since 1938 - please let me finish before you start bombarding me with questions." Klink held up his hand at the sight of Hogan opening his mouth again. "The incident with the Beautify Berchtesgaden fund caused some unprecedented issues though. Thank you for covering for me by the way."

"You're welcome," Hogan said hoarsely. He still couldn't quite process what he was hearing. Why hadn't London ever informed them of this?

"I bet you're wondering why London never informed you?" Klink asked.

Could the man read minds now? Hogan thought to himself. This night was just getting weirder and weirder. Hogan just nodded in response.

"They figured that the less you knew-"

"The less we'd talk if we were captured," Hogan finished. "Standard procedure."

The two sat in silence for a moment, Hogan fiddling absentmindedly with the top of Klink's Pickelhaube that sat on his desk. After sorting through his thoughts some, Hogan finally spoke again:

"How did you end up working for the Allies?"

"Well, when Hitler became chancellor in 1933, I just had this- this feeling that something wasn't quite right. Oh, everything was done perfectly legally of course, with the chancellorship being handed to him, but something didn't sit right with me."

"Boy did you call that," Hogan cut in.

"Yes, unfortunately," Klink sighed. "But there wasn't much I could do at the moment, so I just waited, and things continued to get worse. There was the passing of the Nuremberg laws, Kristallnacht, it was a nightmare."

Klink paused for a moment, and Hogan started to notice just how tired he looked. Dark circles under his eyes, worry lines across his forehead, and his movements were overall sluggish. Watching his country turn into what it is now had definitely taken its toll on Klink, and for once Hogan felt, not pity, but sympathy for the man and what he had been through.

"I'm sorry," was all Hogan could think to say.

"So am I," Klink let out a hollow chuckle. "But then I got to thinking…" A slightly mischievous look crept into Klink's eyes, and Hogan couldn't help but appreciate it, being somewhat of a troublemaker himself. "I was a colonel in the Luftwaffe. I had access to so much information, information that could be useful once war inevitably broke out. I had a few connections from World War One, British friends I had made as a POW that I had kept in touch with. Yes, you heard that right," Klink added at the sight of the quizzical look on Hogan's face.

Hogan held up a finger and opened his mouth as if to say something, but then seemed to change his mind as he settled for a shrug and gestured for Klink to go on.

"One thing led to another, and what started out as just small bits and pieces of information evolved into what you see now." Klink finished unceremoniously.

"Did you always know about the operation?" Hogan asked.

"Yes," Klink answered sheepishly. "My job was to help you in any way I could, draw attention away from you, and not let you know what I knew. I'm sorry."

Hogan sat there for a moment, thinking about all he had just been told. To tell the truth, he had been kind of angry at first, but now that he thought about it, he was impressed. Klink of all people playing spy for the Allies. Hogan couldn't help but start laughing.

Klink was a bit confused at this reaction and wasn't quite sure how to respond. He was relieved when Hogan recovered from his laughing fit and held out a hand to him though. Klink accepted the handshake and took it as a good sign.

"Welcome to the team, Kommandant," Hogan smiled.

"Thank you, Colonel. Though I've been here longer than you have, so may I make some suggestions?"

"You're not satisfied with the way I run my operation?"

"Not exactly. Now don't get me wrong, you and your men do fine work, but what kind of name is Hoople? And who do you think you're fooling walking around with a name like Hoganmuller? It's lazy. We really should start working on your German…"