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Chapter Four - The Reunion
Rules of war – Hogan swore by them and so far, within the confines of this Stalag, they were followed. He scolded himself – he was not naïve. He knew, and all his men knew, that not all Stalags were run the same. Not all Stalags respected the rules of war; the Geneva Convention. He could argue that they were only issued with extra rations and extra bedding when the representatives called. Still, he knew they were treated better than political prisoners and if the rumours were true – other prisoners that really should never have been prisoners.
Having that thought race through his mind …
What the hell was he going to do?
"Hogan! Darling!" The tall effervescent creature was heading straight for him.
Yep, Geneva Convention definitely didn't apply to Russian double agents!
"Better the devil we know?" Kinch muttered.
Hogan's taut reply was to give Kinch his cup.
"You know Gov, it has been a while. Maybe she's just checking up on you – ah – us "
He didn't bother looking at Newkirk.
And he definitely wasn't going to look at what he knew was his French Corporal's forlorn puppy face! "Can it!" he hissed.
LeBeau simply leaned into Carter.
"Oh, boy, Colonel. Do you think she has something important to tell us? Seeing how she came all this way?"
Now Hogan cringed and was just about to answer Carter when Marya narrowed the distance between them and threw her arms around his neck. "Hogan, darling! Tell Marya how much you've missed her!"
He glared at Carter before staring at his omnipotent adversary "Like a headache."
"Hmmmm," Marya purred, just loud enough for him to hear her. "Come, join Gunter and me while we regale your Kommandant of our very important journeys."
She hooked her arm into his and pushed him forward.
Hogan fought his instinct to glance back at his men – if for nothing else, just to warn them.
"Our Colonel looks like he's going to the Tower of London," Newkirk gleefully surmised.
"She's beautiful," LeBeau gushed.
"I think it's really nice how she wants to include our Colonel in her meeting with the Kommandant," Carter chimed in
"You do know who we're talking about, don't you," Newkirk pipped up, still watching the procession enter Klink's office.
Carter shrugged, "Yeah. We don't have to listen in on their conversation. The colonel will be privy to everything they talk about."
Newkirk glared at Carter then whispered, "And what do you think they'd talk about with the Colonel within ear shot?"
Carter was confused. After all, she did invite him.
"Dinner," LeBeau pipped up.
Kinch never left the Colonel's view – this was not as innocent as it seemed. Too many coincidences. Too many questions. "I'd like to listen to what is going on," he simply stated and returned to the Barracks.
Carter was still confused. Why would he want to listen in. The Colonel was right there.
Carter followed Kinch, but before Newkirk joined him, he slowly rested his hands on the little Frenchman's shoulders and turned him around to face the barracks, "Come on, lover boy, plan your dinner after we find out who our Russian temptress wants for dessert."
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