As they enter the small smoke filled bar, Troy scans the interior warily, while Dietrich cautiously observes his surroundings. "One of you comes along with me to negotiate the price", Sam declares, looking at his English and German friend. "I leave that honor to you, Captain. You're the far better price negotiator, enjoying this whole haggling process", Jack suggests and Hans smiles wryly, but nods, as he replies dryly: "I've grown up with the notion of money being rare and valuable." They all are reminded that his family has been far from wealthy in spite of his middle class standing and his mother descending from German nobility. "Let's shake it, Captain Fox Kit!", Troy declares, leading his younger friend along. The German officer takes negotiating about price and contents quite seriously, as it takes two minutes and several samples given to him and Troy, before they finally agree on their first round. The American Sergeant grins from ear to ear, as he carries a tray with five bottles and behind him follows the Arab bar owner with another tablet holding a bottle and 5 small copper cups. "You're my best price negotiator ever, Captain. I never bought such cheap beer around here, not to speak of date liquor. Jack, you should take lessons from him!" Hans smiles mildly, as he mutters: "A matter of years of practice, Troy." "All hail to our Captain!", Hitch declares, while the prospect of good alcohol even gets Tully to smile widely, as he pours the date liquor into the cups and hands them to his comrades.

"You should provide a toast, Captain", Moffit invites the German who looks a bit perplexed, but nods, scowling, as he thinks about the appropriate wording. "To the best unit I could have now. I honestly appreciate your efforts and loyalty, gentlemen", he finally declares in the stately manner that immediately brings to mind the image of the well-groomed German officer in his dress uniform, even if he stands before them in Boggs' borrowed shirt which is far too baggy on his thin frame and with several bruises marring his face. Nonetheless, they all recognize the earnestness and meaning behind the words. Captain Dietrich has come a long way to arrive at this point of accepting his new reality, but now he has and none of them is not happy about how things have changed since their bitter enmity of months prior. "To a better future without any bastards terrorizing the rest of the world!", Sam Troy offers to which Jack Moffit adds: "To ending this war with all of us alive and well!" Dietrich flinches visibly at the words, proving Jack right that he has a problem believing that this will be the case, at least for him. While the Captain has been a pragmatic survivor, when he has still served with the German troops for his homeland, betrayal, torture and a death sentence for treason, his actual treason, defection and change of side, ways and mindset have cost him more than just bodily substance and have left emotional in addition to physical scars. Sam exchanges a worried glance with his British friend who very slightly shakes his head, hoping that Troy will understand that they should wait for the right moment. While Hitch downs his glass after announcing "Cheers", Tully observes their Captain with well-hidden worry for a few more moments, until the German takes a sip for his cup of liquor as well.

Once they have emptied the first round on the house, they take their seats and open the beer bottles in fairly different manners. While the German Captain applies his toolkit from his Swiss army knife which he handles deftly with his left hand before borrowing it to Moffit as well, Troy and Tully smash the bottle's top at the table edge with precision to not destroy the bottle, but flip off the cap, while Hitch tries to follow their example but struggles for a minute until he finally manages the trick with Troy's support. Dietrich sniffs at the beer bottle suspiciously before taking a sip and grimacing. "It's not that bad", Sam comments after giving it a try. "Maybe for American standards. My Bavarian Oberleutnant Wagner would have smashed this bottle over the bartender's head, considering it an insult, probably Hauptmann Stadler would do the same", the German officer argues. "The Captain is absolutely right. If you'd try selling this in an English pub, people would lynch you", Jack agrees. "Well, it's the best we can get around here. Take it or leave it, you European snobs", Troy counters and observes both staring at their bottles in a calculating manner before finally dropping the topic.

"So how did your interviews proceed?", Hans asks what they have come to discuss outside of the base and away from prying ears. "You mean our interrogations, Captain", Troy comments dryly, taking a large swig of his beer. "You were the far more pleasant interrogator, when you were still with the Jerries compared to that British brass." The German smiles wryly. "I take that as a compliment and sincerely hope that you didn't insult the British high commander here in North Africa, Troy." "You know me, Captain", Sam counters with a grin and a wink. "That's exactly why I'm worried", Hans counters dryly. "First they asked me about my wife's death and why I went to Australia, volunteering for the army with Brown which is none of their damned business", Sam growls. "It's fairly reasonable to ask why an American volunteers for an Australian unit, Troy", Dietrich counters. "And they need a reference for you telling the truth by asking about your past", the German adds calmly. "They did that with all of us", Jack Moffit adds to which Hitch nods. "Yeah. They even wanted to know what I studied in college." Tully's expression is a lot more solemn than the other's and from his report right after the interview, Dietrich knows why, briefly nodding to the Private as a quiet show of reassurance. Troy and Moffit both notice the wordless exchange. Apparently Pettigrew and Dietrich have truly formed some connection based on mutual respect, however unlikely they would have considered this a few weeks ago.

"The worst was them constantly interrupting me to enforce the proper rank titles and such nonsense", Troy adds to his explanation at which the German Captain pinches his nose in exasperation. "Troy, just how have you been able to reach and keep the rank of a Sergeant without respecting the basic rules of military courtesy?" "I'm good at my actual job", Sam counters with a grin. Dietrich refrains from sinking so low as to roll his eyes at the comment. "They also corrected me all the time, Sarge", Hitch adds with honest sympathy for Troy, knowing their shared peril, while Tully merely shrugs. "Obviously, the lesson hasn't been very fruitful", Dietrich comments dryly and Moffit grins widely. "It's not your failure that you didn't manage to change their behaviour, Captain. They're simply unchangeable." "Jack, you backstabbing traitor", Troy protests, which Hans ignores deliberately, as he addresses the Brit: "I assume that you at least managed the proper behaviour in front of the Generalfieldmarshal, Doctor." Jack smiles. "Of course I did, at least regarding military and civil courtesy. I doubt however that they were overly fond of some of my statements." The German officer looks stunned at the remark, making Moffit elaborate quickly. "They asked for my reasons for joining an all American unit of the LRDP which is otherwise dominated by Australian soldiers, serving in the commonwealth army." "Damned British snobs", Troy grumbles for which both Moffit and Dietrich glare at him.

"After my first explanation they asked me explicitly whether I wished to serve under a defected German officer and why. I suppose my elaborate explanation of my reasons and the development of these perspectives was quite shocking for them", Jack further explains dryly, noticing the German's slightly incredulous expression. "They asked me for example about your friendship with Troy..." Sam interrupts this with a stream of curses, mixing English and Greek, while Dietrich pales visibly. "Don't worry, old chap! I doubt that we ruined your reputation thoroughly", Jack adds to which Hans mutters: "Maybe not you, Moffit." His meaningful glance in Troy's direction says that he does not believe the same about the other Sergeant. "I told them that you're a good guy and even better officer who's by far not cold-blooded enough to not need some human support after losing everything and everyone. I've always known that this probation was just bullshit to keep your face", Sam argues and Dietrich actually feels a bit desperate now.

"Corporal Riku Gottschlich", the British Lieutenant calls the next person scheduled for an interview, while leading the two Australians out of the room. "Good luck, Gotty", Kevin wishes him with a smile. "We'll wait for you outside", Danny promises, as he sees the tormented young man's insecure expression. They have promised their Captain and Sergeant Troy to take care of him and surely will do that. Scowling at the nervous young man, whose partially Asian features are unmistakable, while his name has an obviously German sound, the freckled English officer recognizes that he at least is dressed according to American army regulations. "Come inside, Corporal!", the Lieutenant orders and leads the young soldier into the room. Riku feels overwhelmed by the responsibility resting on his shoulders, but has vowed to make his mentor and defender, Captain Dietrich, proud through his exemplary behavior. "Corporal Gottschlich, we heard and read that you have a rather extraordinary background", the younger of the two British officers sitting at a desk addresses him with a Scottish drawl. "Your mother is Japanese?" Riku tenses visibly, but replies: "Y...Yes, Sir." "And your father is German?", the man asks with a lurking tone. Gottschlich winces slightly, unable to hide his nervousness. "N...no, Sir. My g..grandfather was G..German, but my f..father was b..born in C..California." "I see", the Scottish spymaster drawls, although he has known this answer all along.

"You joined the Rat Patrol almost immediately after arriving in Captain Dietrich's camp. Did you know the Captain or any of his men from before?", McLean asks directly. Gottschlich shakes his head. "N..no, Sir." "Why then would you wish to join a German officer who defected only a few days prior?" The young Corporal looks tormented. This is even worse than he has imagined. But he has to be strong for his Captain and thus tell them the truth. "C..Captain D..Dietrich had t..treated me with r..respect and without any p..prejudice upon hearing my n..name or l..looking at my f..face. You asked for my b..background and parents yourselves, Sir. Any other officer I have ever dealt with treated me like a potential traitor or criminal, although all I've ever wanted was to prove that I'm loyal to my homeland, the United States of America. Captain Dietrich gave me the chance to do so without feeling ashamed for who I am, without worrying who would attack me next or defame me in front of my superiors", Gottschlich declares with increasing self-assurance the longer he talks about his Captain, finding some resolve, as he thinks of the young officer's unshakable support he has promised him only this morning. Hans Dietrich deserves that Riku stands by him with a much unshakable resolve as the Captain has stood by him. This is not even a confrontation with their enemies after all.

"What kind of support has the Captain provided you with, Corporal?", McLean wants to know. "When I went out with the Rat Patrol for the first time, we came ... upon the bodies of some Jewish prisoners ... the Nazis had tortured to death", Gottschlich starts telling hesitantly, before gulping, as he turns slightly greenish. "It was horrible. I had never seen or smelled anything like those corpses..." The young Corporal shivers visibly, before getting his nerves under control through breathing deeply. "Captain Dietrich took me to the graves and showed me how the Jews honor their dead by placing a stone on the grave. He thought it would help me coming to terms by honoring the dead in the way of their believes ... and it did. He stood by me, shared his own horrors he had experienced and really empathized with me. Through him I didn't feel alone, lost and tormented. I knew I could trust him with anything." The two British officers exchange glances. "Would you risk your life for the Captain?", Montgomery inquires sternly. "Of course, Sir. Not only because it's my duty but because he's done the same for any of us and would do it again", Gottschlich replies with a serious tone, his admiration for his commanding officer quite clear from his tone and expression. "The Captain also wanted me to always stand up for myself, when somebody attacks me for ... being who I am", Riku adds a bit despondently. "And he has always been true to that word, even today", he trails off. "What happened today?", the Scottish spymaster, sensing a weakness, inquires with a lurking tone. "Captain Dietrich will take care of everything, Sir. He can tell you better than I...", Riku blushes vividly, as he trails off and tries to avoid telling him what is plaguing him. "That was't my question, Corporal", the Scotsman tells him sternly. "I ask you to answer my inquiry."

"Sam Troy. Long time no see", a blond woman calls out, as she smiles widely, before greeting the American Sergeant with a kiss. Then her gaze moves to his companions who have all stood up in her presence. Briefly, her eyes rest on Moffit to whom she winks playfully, before moving over to Pettigrew and the grinning Hitchcock, until her gaze finally lands on a tall, lean brown-haired man in an officer's shirt, telling from the loops on his shoulder. "Who is your new friend, Sammy?", she asks curiously from Troy, although she looks at the others as well, hoping for an answer from anyone in general. "That's our Captain, Hannah", Jack Moffit briefly explains. The woman eyes the skinny German Captain with his bruises marring his face with increased interest. "Don't tell me any weird stories, guys. I know that Captain Boggs is older and shorter than him. And what type of Captain would look so badly beaten up or wear a shirt that's obviously to baggy. Who are you really? A new Lieutenant freshly arrived from the front?", she addresses the bemused young man directly now. Dietrich scowls and growls with dry sarcasm: "Seriously, Troy? After involving me in the matter with your former wife, you involve me with your girlfriend as well?"

Then he turns toward the blond woman, bows in a gentlemanly manner and answers her questions with the politeness instilled by his upbringing. "I fear you are under a misconception here, Miss. I am indeed a Captain, yet only recently a member of the LRDG. Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Hans Dietrich." Her eyes widen in surprise at the sound of the name and the German Captain smiles more wryly, as he continues with a tone dripping with sarcasm: "The answer to your question is 'Yes. I was a member of the German Afrikakorps before joining the LRDP.'" A stubborn pride shines in his eyes that is quickly replaced by bafflement, as the woman boldly interlocks her right arm in his left and comments with a smile: "You will have to tell me everything about Sam's wife, Captain." In spite of his surprise, Dietrich manages to elegantly extract his arm from her not overly tight grip, while answering smoothly: "I find myself unable to entertain you in this regard, as I'm honor-bound to not give away any details of the affair." "You can trust that he will stay true to his word, Hannah. Our dear Captain is an officer and gentleman of the old school", Jack Moffit intercedes with a wry smile of his own. The young woman laughs heartily. "Well. He sounds almost like you, Jack, with an American accent. So who are you really, Captain? For I'm not buying the German story." Dietrich looks actually amused by now, as do the Rats.

"Ich fürchte, dass ich nur schwer beweisen kann, dass ich ein Deutscher bin, außer durch meinen Namen und meine Sprache", Hans tells her in his native tongue at which Jack Moffit exchanges an amused smile with the German officer, when he argues that he can hardly prove being German except for his name and spoken language. Hannah gapes at him, as his tone and accent sound completely different when speaking his native language, gasping: "You're really a German." The young Captain looks still amused and keeps his smile, as he replies in smooth English with barely a hint of an accent when switching the language: "Which is the truth like everything else I told you." "He also is Marlene Dietrich's cousin", Hitch adds with a grin. "Hitchcock", Hans Dietrich growls in annoyance. "A court-martial is still too gentle for you." "But, Cap, ...", Mark Hitchcock tries to start an argument. "You seem to forget that the Geneva Convention will not protect you any more, Private", the German reminds him with dry sarcasm. Hannah looks intrigued and highly entertained, as she observes the exchange. "If you're fine with that I'd like to stay and hear some more about how you all came together."

The German Captain grimaces, but schools his face into a neutral expression quickly, while Sam Troy beams widely. "That's a great idea, Hannah. We've got lots of stories to share." Then he places his hand on the German's shoulder and adds in a friendly tone: "Don't worry, Captain. We'll keep to the better ones." Dietrich replies dryly: "I hope so or I will require something stronger than beer or date liquor to make it through the afternoon." Even Tully grins openly at that comment, while the others laugh heartily. Hannah keeps her eyes trained on the German Captain and feels truly amused by the exchange. Sam Troy takes Moffit along to order another round of beer and insist on Dietrich's well negotiated price. Meanwhile the woman finally introduces herself: "I'm Lieutenant Hannah Morris, Captain Dietrich. Pleased to make your acquaintance." "As am I, Lieutenant", Hans replies politely, bowing to kiss her hand. Smiling widely, the American woman comments: "I had no idea they still had gentlemen like you in Germany. You're a refreshing change from the usual flirtatious Yankee." Hitch looks a bit crestfallen, while Dietrich appears taken aback. Troy and Moffit resolve the tense situation, as theybring back six bottles for their table, declaring openly: "You're invited, Captain, and you too, Hannah." With a fatalistic expression Hans accepts another bottle of the poor excuse of a beer after everybody else has taken one, observing the woman a bit warily, as he tries to determine her identity and motives, apart from meeting old friends.

"So, Hannah, you remember us telling you about the Jerry Captain we frequently ran into, got captured by or agreed on more than one truce with?", Sam asks with a wide charming grin. "I remember you telling some things. Didn't you call him a sly fox who was a constant pain in your butt, cause he'd never give up?" Dietrich glares at Troy who grins back widely. "Yeah. That's the guy we're talking about. Six weeks ago Captain Boggs told us our new mission was to save that guy from the SS", Troy starts his recount. "At first we thought Sarge was making a joke", Hitch adds eagerly, trying to attract the beautiful woman's attention with a winning smile. But she mainly looks at Troy and the rest of the time studies their commanding officer's features closely. Even bruised and haggard as he looks now, Hannah can make out that he is not only young but would be a quite handsome man as well. No wonder, if he is the cousin of a Hollywood actress. She will have to find some depiction of Marlene to compare him against.

"Private Thomas Anaru", the English Lieutenant calls the young Maori soldier who waits patiently and smiles to the half-Japanese Corporal Gottschlich who nods and smiles back a bit hesitantly in response, although he looks truly troubled. "Kia kaha, Riku", Thomas tells him to which the young Corporal meets his eyes, before answering with barely more than a whisper: "Domo arigatou." Both have developed a liking for each other's language and use greetings and expressions of gratitude as a code sometimes, when they don't want to be understood by others, except for Dietrich and Moffit who learn basic concepts of both languages with interest. The English Lieutenant glares at them with suspicion, as he growls: "You'd better remember which armies you serve!" "Yes, Sir", both reply almost simultaneously, being equally used to being addressed in such a manner. Having an intelligent, curious officer with affinity for foreign languages and no prejudice against any of their backgrounds as their commanding officer appears even more like a gift, now that they experience the possible alternative.

The English Lieutenant leads Anaru into the General's office where Thomas finds two older officers sitting at the table and waiting for him to take his seat on the other side. After saluting properly, he waits until he is ordered to sit down, before a tall, muscular man with Scottish accent addresses him: "Private Anaru. You are the most recent member of the Rat Patrol." The Maori nods in agreement, but does not speak out loud. "How long have you been in North Africa?", the man finally asks. Thomas looks at both of them, then speaks hesitantly: "Since July. I arrived at the end of the fights around El Alamein, Sir." McLean nods, then asks: "What was your reason for joining the force?" "We, my father, brothers, my cousins and uncle, most men of my whānau, my family, joined the army... to prove that we are real men and citizens of King George", he replies gravely. Both British officers nod in approval, familiar with the sentiment of many soldiers stemming from the colonies.

"You served in the 28th Maori battalion. Why did you wish to leave one of the bravest and most feared battalions in his Majesty's army to join an American scout unit led by a defected German officer?", Montgomery inquires, honestly interested in the answer to this question. Thomas Anaru looks conflicted, then breathes deeply. "My brothers ... one died in El Alamein, the other was gravely wounded. I had barely arrived and already lost them both", he gets out with a tormented tone. "Then, I was captured by the Germans on a scouting missions and ... interrogated." The young Maori shudders and takes a deep breath to calm himself. The bruises, welts and cuts are still visible on his face. "I was a prisoner until Captain Dietrich and Sergeant Troy freed me. The Captain ... he saved my life. He spoke with the German soldier who wanted to use me as a shield, then shot him, when the bastard tried to shoot the Captain." "Captain Dietrich shot the man? I thought his shoulder was injured", McLean inquires. "Aye, Sir. But he's really handy with his left hand, aimed better than most can with their main hand", Anaru replies. "He also came to me and checked my injuries himself and supported me to stand and walk, while Sergeant Troy served as a guard. I thought he was one of the exiles from Germany until I learned that he was a defected officer. Then, when we returned to their camp, that American Lieutenant shot him right next to me, when he tried to step in between the angry officer and the boy, Ari. I was there, when the Captain defended his attacker, and worried more about the boy and the safety of the camp than his own injury."

"That's hardly a reason to change your unit, Private", Montgomery growls sternly. "No, Sir. I joined him and the Rats for dinner and afterwards on that day and learned about their backgrounds. Lieutenant Silberblatt, who really had to flee from Germany and could understand what it means to be discriminated better than any white man, told me about his background but also how his friend the Captain has stood up in his defence since their childhood and been sentenced to death for standing up against immoral authorities as well. I heard Riku, Corporal Gottschlich, tell me how the Captain supported and defended him. Well, I told the Captain and the Rats about my brothers and he ... really listened and didn't just tell my some meaningless phrases. I felt a real connection, like he was somebody who could really understand me and share my pain, but still tried to help me. I've never felt as well understood by any of my comrades or officers in my old unit." Montgomery and McLean exchange a long gaze, before the Generalfieldmarshal turns back to the young soldier. "You applied to Captain Dietrich's unit, because you trust the Captain intrinsically. Is this correct, Private?" Anaru nods fervently. "Yes, Sir. I trust him like I would have trusted my own brothers, if they still were here." "I suppose there is little to argue about", McLean comments. "Except for when to release you back to duty given your injuries and battle fatigue..."

"I have a question for you, Captain", the blond woman addresses the tall skinny German officer who looks back at her with obvious wariness, as he drawls with an undertone of irony: "And what would that be?" "Would you agree to give me some answers in an interview we conduct live on air for the radio?", Hannah inquires and Dietrich looks perplexed for all of a few moments. "A radio interview?", he repeats incredulously. "Yeah. I'm responsible for informing our troops about news and also keeping them entertained. The tale of a German Captain defecting to the Allied forces to fight against the Nazis with us is a real motivation", she argues. Hans sighs wearily. "I'd rather not attract that much additional attention, even though your offer is... flattering. But I have to worry about people in my vicinity being harmed, if I provoke the German military too openly. And I'm talking about innocent children here", he argues with earnest concern and worry. "The Captain's right, Hannah. Better leave him be!", Sam moves to his friend's aid. "Fine", she concedes. "But if I can't interview you directly, may I at least use what Sammy just told me to tell the story as a motivation for the troops?" The young German Captain gives this some thought and finally nods. "None of this is top secret. But if you want to tell this story, you should tell it properly!"

The blond woman smiles at him. "Now we're talking. So, please provide me with your perspective on what happened, Captain", she declares with an inviting smile, even taking a pen and small notebook out of her handbag. "Let's start with some details. Where are you from?" Dietrich is slightly taken aback by her eagerness, but finally replies: "Kiel." Seeing her confused look, he explains: "It's one of Germany's biggest harbor towns in the North with a channel connecting the Baltic Sea and the North Sea closeby which is why it is one the main harbours for the German Navy." "They have viking blood there", Hitch adds with a grin at which point Hans glares at him with exasperation. Hitchcock is even more reliable than Troy with providing totally inappropriate comments in the worst possible moments. "Don't annoy me more than necessary, Hitchcock! Jakob and his shenanigans with viking challenges have already been bad enough. You don't have to add to that!" Hannah smiles broadly as if Christmas has just come early. "I'd really like to hear more about your viking heritage, Captain." The young German officer shakes his head in disbelief how this has escalated with the first question asked of him. "I have no viking heritage, at least not more than anybody else from Schleswig-Holstein, even if the Nazis invoke it for propaganda purposes", he protests. "Then tell me a bit more about those viking shenanigans. Do any involve some Nazis in a manner that's useful for the radio?" Hans looks fairly angry, before contemplating and finally nodding with a sly smile. "Yes. You could say so."

"My friend, Jakob Silberblatt, who also serves at this base as a Lieutenant, would frequently run into trouble with the junior Nazis of a youth organisation, named Hitlerjugend or abbreviated HJ in German", Dietrich decides to provide at least some background information to the Americans who simply consider every German a Nazi. "He is also a German?", his interviewer asks incredulously. "Yes, but as a Jew he had to flee from Germany in 1938 after the infamous Kristallnacht, when an angry mob of millions went out to destroy Jewish synagogues, shops or homes", Hans explains with a pained tone. "Did you participate in this?", she asks him directly and the young man bristles visibly, before replying with a tone full of bitterness and self-loathing: "No. Of course not. It was utter madness and my best friend since childhood was a Jew after all. But I had no option of stopping what happened either or even trying to go against such masses and I didn't dare to do that either." Looking at his bruised face and his haunted expression it occurs to her to ask: "How old were you back then?" The young Captain blinks in surprise, but replies honestly: "Twenty-one years." "So you're twenty-five now", she concludes at which he nods. "You're young for a Captain." "Not by standards of the German army, Fräulein. I fought at the forefront of this war since its beginning in Poland in 1939", the lean officer protests.

Hannah scribbles furiously, jotting everything down, before she looks up at him and smiles. "Nobody has ever called me Fraulein before. What does this mean?" "Basically 'Fräulein' means 'Miss'. The French term would be 'Mademoiselle' or the Italian one 'Signorina'", Hans replies calmly and Moffit looks at him like a professor, proud of his master student. "The Captain is a real linguistic talent, speaking several languages fluently", he adds in a magnanimous tone, smiling at the younger German he considers a friend by now. "Which languages do you speak?", Hannah asks the lean officer curiously. "German and English obviously, but I also learned French in school, Arabic during my youth and Italian during the last two years, when working with the Italian troops." "He's really good", Troy adds. "You should hear him negotiating with those Bedouins or palavering with some Italians or Frenchmen." "Troy", Dietrich snaps with annoyance. "Just saying, Captain Fox Kit. I'm still impressed by your language skills. And you learned some words and phrases in Spanish, Japanese and Maori within the last weeks which I wouldn't even dream of taking in beside your job of managing a whole LRDP unit." The German Captain's softens visibly, when he realises that this is an honest compliment.

"Cap still didn't tell you about his viking story, although he's got a brilliant one", Hitch tells Hannah in the meantime, before adding in a flirtatious tone: "Maybe you'd like to interview me afterwards. I've got lots of interesting stuff to tell as well." The blond woman eyes him with a roguish smile. "That sounds like an idea. Maybe you'd like to show me some tricks of the LRDP later." Then she turns back to her German interview partner and smiles at him: "Now back to your viking story with the junior Nazis, Captain." "I would only ask of you that you don't mention our names, in particular Jakob Silberblatt's name, when you retell what I describe to you for his own protection", Hans demands and the journalist agrees quickly. "I don't want people harmed, but our men motivated. This works without names. Or maybe if I only use your first names, would that be okay for you, Captain?" The German officer considers this briefly and finally nods. "Our names are not that rare for a unique identification." "Your name is Hans?", she asks curiously at which he nods. "Yes. It's basically the same name as John in English and about as frequent", he explains with a wry smile. "Yes, calling you by your given names Hans and Jakob makes it easier for the hearer to put themselves into your shoes", she declares, already enthusiastic about having struck gold with her latest source of information.

"Don't worry. I don't intend to ruin your reputation, Captain. But with some good stories, I see real potential for creating a new show for motivating our folks." "And I see some real potential for drawing a line between the actual Nazis and those serving in the German army without being members or sympathizers of the Nationalsozialisitsche Deutsche Arbeiterpartei, the political party you call Nazis for short", the young officers replies sternly. "I served in this army since graduating from high school. Nonetheless, I have never been a Nazi nor held any sympathies for them and their politics", he draws the line quite clearly. "You can believe our dear friend here, Hannah. He's run afoul of the Nazis at least as often as we did, even while serving in their army", Sam confirms, patting his friend on the shoulder in a reassuring gesture. After meeting Troy's gaze and nodding to the Sergeant, Hans starts his recount: "The Hitlerjugend would frequently harass Jakob and his younger sister Sara because of their heritage..."

"Jakob Silberblatt, Lieutenant", the English officer addresses the young man with his black curly hair who smiles at him openly. "Hi, Thomas", he greets the Maori soldier, passing him by, while the young man smiles and greets back: "Kia ora, Jakob. Good luck!" The British Lieutenant now bears an absolutely disapproving look at the casual manner of calling each other with their given names. "You shouldn't forget that you're an officer, Lieutenant Silberblatt", he tells the Jewish German-American with a nasal tone. "I know", Jakob replies unperturbed. "That doesn't mean that I can't be friendly to the men of my unit." The Englishman snorts indignantly, as he leads him into the office where he is to be interviewed. The German Captain's motley crew of miscreants is simply unbelievable, including their officers.

"Lieutenant Silberblatt, please take a seat", Lieutenant Colonel McLean tells him in a polite manner, as he nods in response, when the young Lieutenant greets them with a friendly smile, holding out his right hand to greet him and the Generalfieldmarshal instead of providing a salute. Unlike his long term friend, the German Captain, he obviously has no military upbringing or affinity for their formal greetings, appearing to purposefully avoid such behaviour. General Montgomery observes him with as much aloof distance and wariness as the rest of the strange crew of the Rat Patrol with the possible exception of Doctor Jack Moffit, the educated and well-bred Cambridge scholar. The Scottish officer who knows the younger man from sharing dinner on the previous evening however has a clear opinion on the young man who possesses a very agreeable character, but no military prowess whatsoever. Jakob Silberblatt is about as dangerous as the kitten with the Egyptian name which is following Captain Dietrich around, which does not diminish his intelligence and language skills.

"Lieutenant Silberblatt", he addresses the young officer who observes them both with undisguised curiosity. "You were born in Germany and emigrated to the United States in 1938", Alexander McLean reads from his file. "That's correct, Merlin", Jakob replies with a more serious expression. Montgomery narrows his eyes at the usage of the other's codename, but his spymaster has introduced himself in this manner to Dietrich and he has apparently adopted his friend's behaviour. "Could you please state formally why you left your German homeland!", McLean asks politely, although they know this information quite well. He wants to get him like the rest of his unit talking about himself to establish a reference for how he appears when speaking the truth and not being overly tense. With the exception of Sergeant Troy, who has acted like a cornered cougar throughout the whole interview, and Private Pettigrew, the notorious criminal, this has worked with almost all of them.

A tormented expression passes over Silberblatt's face. "During the Kristallnacht the mob destroyed our flat and my father's medical practice. We fled to Hans', Captain Dietrich's uncle, Heinz Wolf, who kept us hidden during the night and on the following day, when the Gestapo came to arrest me and send me to a concentration camp 'for my own protection'." His words sound bitter and he looks deeply hurt by the manner the people of his homeland have treated him and his family. "Hans, I'm sorry, Captain Dietrich", he corrects himself again, "arrived a day later, providing us with false passports and tickets for a boat to Great Britain from where we continued to New York. My whole family and I owe him our lives, Sir. He risked his career and his own arrest just to get us out of the country to safety." "I understand that this is an intense connection you two are sharing", McLean speaks calmly. "When you heard about his arrest through the SS in November and recommended him to General Atkins, did you lie or exaggerate to save your friend's life, Lieutenant?" "I never lied", Jakob protests immediately. "I have always known that Hans Dietrich is a goodhearted, noble and self-less person and I fully trusted that he would make the right decision, if given the chance. Nothing that I told the General has been exaggerated."

"You recommended that he possesses sleight of hand skills and could pick locks and pockets. Private Daniel and Kevin O'Donnell told us that he learned lockpicking only during one of the missions with the Australians", Alexander McLean confronts him purposefully. "Hans Dietrich has already learned how to pick a lock, when he was still a high school student. He wouldn't brag about it, but he got me and a teenage friend of ours out of a ... very delicate situation through picking a lock with a paper clip. That's how I learned that he was able to do that at all", Silberblatt explains earnestly. "I know that the Australian gifted him a set of lockpicking tools which he carries with him since then along with his papers, when he taught him how to crack his own safe back at his base which the SS had used for their own purposes afterwards. Carrying the lockpick saved Hans, when the Arab raiders captured him and Hitch...cock." McLean grins widely with amusement at the mental image of the proud young German Captain cracking his own safe. "I see that I finally receive a really talented man to train for our delicate work", he purrs contently, while Montgomery looks scandalized by the very notion of an infantry officer cracking a safe.

"The swimming challenge wasn't our only confrontation with the HJ", Dietrich tells the blond American journalist who continuously scribbles notes about his stories. "The tales of Hans and Jakob. This might become a series", she announces with a broad grin at which Dietrich winces slightly. "The evil Nazis, the poor Jewish victim, the noble defender... my hearers will love this." "I insist that you try to stay true to the contents I told, in particular to educate people about who is an actual Nazi among the German troops and how to recognize them", Hans insists, unwilling to give up on the idea to focus Allied anger on the actual Nazis who totally deserve it, rather than having every German condemned simply for serving his fatherland. "I will try my best to tell this authentically", she promises the young officer. "Now let's hear what other viking challenges you have mastered except for swimming through the bay of Kiel's harbour at freezing temperatures." Eagerly, she prepares her pen to start scribbling again, as she listens to the German's smooth baritone telling the tales of his youth.

"Erich, the leader of our three Hitlerjugend opponents, had his mood cooled for a while after both of us barely survived swimming through the cold water. Nonetheless before Christmas he started going after Jakob and his sister again, more brutally than before", Hans tells her with a serious expression. "Bastards", Sam grumbles, annoyed with the junior Nazis, even though he has never met them. Unperturbed, the young German officer continues: "We were in the Kiel city center, when they cornered us, as Sara wanted to visit the Christmas market together with her best friend, my cousin Liesel, Jakob and me. With nowhere to run and the two eleven year old girls we had to defend as well, I searched for a way out that wouldn't end with a fist fight of me against all three of them." "Tough luck", Troy growls. "That sounds like rather bad odds against you, Captain", Jack adds with sympathy, knowing that the German would still have stood in defense of his friends, independent of any odds.

Dietrich nods, but smiles one of his sly smiles, when he is about to spring a trap. "They were. But I intended to resolve this through brain rather than brawn. Inspired by Jakob's last viking style challenge I proposed another one, appealing to their Nazi sense of honor and dignity by making their Nordic ancestors proud. I proposed a log-carrying contest, since they sold Christmas trees of different sizes at the market for people to take home and decorate. Jakob paid the owner a fee so that he let us borrow two trees for the contest. We quickly were surrounded by countless spectators who were simply curious what we were doing and thought it was part of a show hosted by the market." "How typical, whenever something happens, the hyenas gather to tear up the losers", Jack mutters with slight disgust. "That is human nature anywhere you go, Moffit", Dietrich counters. "Absolutely true, Captain", the British Sergeant replies. "I'm sorry for interrupting. Please continue."

"Erich was absolutely eager to prove his worth. Standing almost a hand's width taller than me at the age of sixteen and with significantly more muscles, he wanted to show how easily he could beat me", Hans continues with his tale. "I had counted on his stupidity in this regard, as he started far too quickly and thus tired a lot faster, since he did not really take care of his breathing either. I surely wasn't as strong as him, but training for running and swimming as Pentathlon disciplines had taught me to control my pace, keeping it steady for being able to continue without exhausting myself too quickly. Although he reached the other end of the market clearly before me, he simply couldn't continue his fast pace on the way back. Getting more desperate, as I caught up with him, he started to pull on the log, tearing his hands with the rough bark of the fir tree. By the time I surpassed him, he was howling like a rabid beast, clawing on the log, but to no avail, since I made my way back before him and the owner had to carry his tree back over the last few meters." Tully nods in approval, as Troy grins widely and pats the young Captain on the shoulder. "I knew you were a wily young fox. That's brilliant. I wanna hear more of your stories, not just on the radio."

Hitch looks absolutely amazed by the story. "You're really smart, Cap. Can I ask you though... do they have the real gingerbread and mulled wine at these Christmas markets?" "Lebkuchen and Glühwein are traditionally bought there, yes. In Kiel we also have fish, fried herring or mackerel, at many a market", Hans replies with an amused smile. "And of course Christstollen, a sugared Christmas bread." "I remember all those fondly from when I visited German Christmas markets, when I lived in Bavaria for a few years during my youth, while my father worked for the University of Munich as a Professor of Archaeology", Jack explains calmly. "Oh, you kept some secrets from me. How naughty of you, Jack", Hannah comments with a lascivious smile. "I think we will have to correct this, when you invite me to dinner today or tomorrow and tell me more about your adventures in Germany." "I fear they are not half as thrilling as the Captain's and unfortunately I'm still on duty today, but I could arrange for tomorrow", Moffit replies, smiling back eagerly, as he turns to his Captain.

"Don't look at me, Moffit! Formally, I'm not even on duty and Captain Boggs is your superior officer for the moment. You have to ask him, although you can tell him that you have my support which reminds me that you actually are taken off duty, once you have finished your interviews, so you should have this evening off", Hans tells him, before Jack even gets to open his mouth to ask his question. "You're a wonderful friend, old chap", the British Sergeant tells the younger German, gently patting him on the left shoulder. Hannah observes their interaction with curiosity. "I think I have a wonderful idea. We introduce Jack, the Brit stranded in foreign Germany, as well. Then, our hearers have a character they can truly identify with. 'The tales of Jack, Hans and Jakob'. That sounds like a wonderful show to be put on air for the December days before and around Christmas. Everyone needs some inspiring stories now", she plots with enthusiasm, as Dietrich pinches his nose and wonders when he has fallen through the looking glass and will finally emerge on the right side of reality again. Ever since meeting the Rats his life has taken a turn toward the absurd, but ever since joining them this impression has grown exponentially. Luckily, he will never be able to return to Kiel as his father might equally hate and kill him for this disgrace he has brought upon the family as he might for the audacity of defecting to the Americans.

Once Jakob Silberblatt has left their office, General Montgomery sighs deeply. "That was the most colourful and unruly collection of soldiers I have ever met and I have met more than enough men of diverse backgrounds, Merlin." "I'm still of the opinion that we should have hired Captain Hans Dietrich ourselves instead of leaving him to the Yankees. The man truly is a valuable asset. Not only is his diverse skill set most unusual to find in an officer and you could search far and wide for a man with such qualities, but also couldn't you train it quickly, even during professional spying training, since it takes far too long to learn a language or the intricacies of a culture in the manner the Captain knows the German, French and Italian as well as Arabic language and culture. Additionally and quite impressively, Captain Dietrich possesses the charisma and ability to motivate and inspire his men, the quality of a good leader and a good senior officer", Alexander McLean assesses professionally. "Do you trust this German officer enough to be willing to train him and share some of your secrets?", the Generalfieldmarshal asks warily. "Don't you after all you have heard today, Monty?", the Scotsman asks back. "I'm willing to take him under my wing, because that young man has actual talent for subtle spywork, given his deductive and investigative skills as well as his sleight of hand skills."

"A most dishonorable and shameful skill set for an officer", Montgomery assesses contemptuously. "A most useful and helpful skill set for a commando officer employed in spywork and behind enemy lines", the Scotsman corrects him. "And he learned this not with any criminal or spying intentions in mind, as we have heard, but out of the recalcitrant attitude of a teenager to defy his father's strict rules. I consider him reliable and trustworthy in spite of knowing such skills and descending from a German family of army officers. I have far less trustworthy and reliable men in my employment in spite of their noble and British backgrounds." "So you made up your mind even without interviewing Captain David Troy?", the General inquires. "I will still speak with Captain Troy and take Air Commodore George-Irving along which promises to be particularly amusing", the Scotsman replies jovially. "You're not leading these interviews for your personal amusement, Merlin!", the older General scolds him sternly. "Of course not. But why not combine business with pleasure, Monty?", the spymaster asks back. The older officer bears a disapproving expression, but declares sternly: "Don't exaggerate! I expect you to return at 5 p.m. and bring Captain Dietrich along for his final briefing." "We gave him leave after taking him off duty. So he need not be at the base, although I expect him back, as I told him to be ready for such a briefing either today or tomorrow", McLean replies. "I expect you to fetch him. You're supposed to bear the name Merlin for being able to work magic in this regard", Montgomery tells him dryly, before dismissing the younger officer and finally recovering from the round of partially nerve-wrecking interviews through reading reports from the front in North Africa.

McLean meanwhile consults with the gate guards who confirm his suspicion that the German Captain has left the base with several men from his unit. Waving one of the street boys to him, the Scotsman shows him the photography of the German officer as he has it available in the man's file. The boy shrugs, but points at another one who comes running when he is called. "Hauptmann", the young Arab confirms, nodding eagerly. "Ahdar ... hou", McLean points at the photography, while speaking the Arabic words he still struggles with, "hanna." For the last part he points toward the floor where they are standing. "*Bring him here*", Ahmed repeats to confirm that he has understood what he is supposed to do. The Scotsman shows him a coin which is the promised reward for the boy who runs off eagerly to look for the young officer and ask whether anybody has seen him. Then the Scotsman returns to the base to pick up the eccentric Air Commodore and ask him to accompany him to David Troy's sickbed.

"And then I turned my plane and dove all the way down toward the oasis until I could already see my mirror image in the water", David Troy tells Ari and Kiri with the practice of an experienced story teller, changing his tone to create the appropriate tension, before leaving a dramatic pause. "What happened then, uncle Dave?", Kiri asks, unable to keep waiting any longer, just like his sister Helen whenever David has told her stories, when they have still been children. Ari holds onto his sister's arm, listening attentively. "Then", the pilot continues, enjoying his attentive audience, "I glided over the water, like a bald eagle, before he grabs a fish." "What's a bald eagle?", Ari asks. "It's the proud symbol of the United States, a large bird of prey. Their heads are all white. That's why they're called bald. They're such good fliers that they can even hunt fish, while flying over lakes", David explains to him. While the Jewish boy looks quite impressed, trying to imagine such a bird flying over the oasis, Kiri asks curiously: "Does Sam call Captain Boggs 'Captain Baldy', because he's like a bald eagle?" David Troy bursts into laughter, while a voice behind them comments with actual amusement: "I'm sure that Captain Boggs will be very amused by this question, young lady."

The children whirl around and stare at the two men in front of them who have entered the ward quietly. Ari recognizes them from the previous evening and greets with "Hello, Sir.", while Kiri looks at the Scottish officer expectantly to give her an answer to her question. "Ari, Kiri, I must ask you to leave us for a while alone with Captain Troy. You can come back later", the Scottish spymaster tells them with a serious tone now. "But Jakob said that we're not supposed to run away and Hans will be worried", Ari tells him a bit desperately. Air Commodore George-Irving smiles at the boy. "I'm sure he'll be very proud of your considerate manners, my dear lad. I'll call one of the nurses to look after you two. Hello, there... We could need some help here!", he calls loudly, before anybody can stop him. "Auntie Lisa said we shouldn't do anything stupid", Kiri adds to this. "That's perfectly valid advice, Kiri", Alexander McLean agrees with a smirk. Dietrich's children are actually entertaining to have around the base and they are well-behaved enough to leave them under anybody's supervision. Instead of the nurses, Doctor Rothschild comes into the officer's ward. "What happened?", the blond medic inquires with worry. "We need somebody to look after the children, while leading an interview with Captain Troy", McLean explains sternly. The American medic opens his mouth to protest, then thinks better of it and nods, before calling: "Ari, Kiri, come with me please. Would you like to do a drawing challenge?" Ari smiles broadly: "I love drawing." "I want to draw Bastet!", Kiri exclaims enthusiastically and follows behind the medic, eager to show off in this new activity.

Surprised how easy this has actually been, the two senior officers turn to David Troy who has stopped laughing and looks more serious now. "You didn't have to come with such heavy backup, Georgey", he addresses the older pilot. "I only changed to the U.S. Air Force, not the German one", he jokes, but none of the other two men even smiles. "Captain Troy, your behaviour has been shameful for his Majesty's Royal Air Force and a disgrace for me and my unit", George-Irving addresses him with unusual seriousness. David actually bears a guilty expression. "I really didn't mean to harm or hurt you, Sir", he mutters sheepishly. "Why on earth did you desert your unit and me then?", the older officer wants to know. "Since my crash I'm confined to a damned hospital bed. I can't even get up to pee. It's a living hell. And all this became even worse with this snobbish Major Bracken..." "You'd better take care how you're talking about Harold Bracken, my dear friend Willy's friend!", George-Irving scolds him sternly. David Troy bites his lip and looks actually desperate. "Well, he scolded me all the time for my inappropriate behaviour, told me what a disgrace I was for his Majesty's army. Until I decided the best way of stopping to be a disgrace for his Majesty's army is stopping to be in his Majesty's army", David Troy explains, trying to hide his tone of proud defiance which McLean detects with ease.

"Captain Dietrich helped you with that?", he inquires. "The Jerry Captain was the only one who really listened to me, considered it and actually showed some mercy and compassion. He sat at my bedside and gave me advice ... at first, 'cause he'd promised it to Sammy, my brother. But I could tell that at some point he really cared what happened with me. Even though I annoyed the hell out of him, that guy cared how I felt and that I not only needed to recover physically, but he actually wanted me not to suffer too much as well. I asked him to plead my case with the General and he actually did, 'cause he gave me his word and he'd never break that. He's the officer and gentleman type you like, so I totally understand why you treat him with such sympathy, Georgey. When they came to ask about my intentions I said the main thing I care about is serving with that fellow and my brother's unit, 'cause Dietrich's not just honorable, he's a really decent guy", David elaborates on his perspective. "You changed your army to serve with Captain Dietrich?", the Scotsman asks, slightly surprised, while George-Irving gapes at him incredulously.

"My brother Sammy and I have ... a rough past as you could call it. We had our differences, but we'd still stand by each other, whenever the need arises", David starts with his answer. "Apart from my brother, Dietrich's been the only guy who cared enough to visit me almost daily, which he still does. Even more than my own brother, he really sat down and listened to me, not for some superficial chat like Hitch or the O'Donnells, but really seriously. That's the one guy I care to serve with ... sorry, Sir. And of course, you don't have to ask whether I like the guy, cause I absolutely do. It's hard not to like a fellow who takes care of orphans and saves fluffy baby cats. I definitely can't dislike him, even less since I spend half my days with his kids. You've just seen them after all."

"The final confrontation we had with Erich was shortly after finishing high school with Abitur, the German final exams", Dietrich explains patiently. "He had joined a Burschenschaft, a fraternity of young men, typically aspiring university students. Among their age old rituals is to receive a rapier upon joining the fraternity and fighting a duel in which they are marked with a scar on the cheek. Trusting in his own swordsmanship and knowing my sense of pride and honor he challenged me to a sword fight." Hitch looks actually captivated by the story, while Troy mutters something inaudible under his breath. "That's potentially deadly", Jack comments with a scowl, as Hans nods in agreement. "As was swimming through the Kieler Förde. I almost died from that. And of course I was too proud to back down from such a challenge and believed in my own skill with a rapier. After all I had been trained for years by one of the best sword fighters in Germany, my father's former second in command during the Great War." Hanna scribbles fervently, as she listens with fascination. Meeting the young German Captain has provided her with enough material for a series of radio shows which are actually as thrilling and emotionally captivating as interesting and informative for her hearers, if she presents the content well.

"We met outside of our former school's range in a park and had to keep our fight hidden from the police. Thus only a few of his HJ and Burschenschaft comrades joined us as did my friend Jakob, his sister and my cousin. Erich wanted to show off with his skills in front of his friends, before the duel even started, allowing me to observe his movements and manner of attacking without any risk for myself", the young German officer explains. "Smart, Captain Fox Kit. You've always been wily and observant", Troy comments with a grin, patting the young man on the shoulder, as he hopes for another good story to kick the Nazi kids in the butt. This is actually entertaining enough that they could do it more often, sharing fun stories of their youth. Dietrich and Silberblatt have lots of them apparently, having led the fancy lives of city boys with connections to higher society and nobility through their dubious friend, Otto, the count. Hanna would be even more excited to hear about that, though they would probably have to invite Jakob who is the more chatty one and much more eager than Dietrich to share gossip and stories, although the Captain has been fairly compliant with the stories specifically slandering the junior Nazis.

"We've seen you fight with a saber and know that you are quite handy with the weapon", Jack comments. "Why didn't we call you Captain Zorro then?", Hitch asks with a grin, while Dietrich glares at him. "Because your impossible habit of inventing nicknames for me had not been established yet", the German growls with annoyance. "And I specifically insist on not creating additional nicknames for me!" Hanna grins with amusement. "Calling you Fox Kit is rather entertaining though and not mean in any way." "You have no idea how many others they have already come up with", Hans protests. "I still like Captain Sherlock best. Cap's a brilliant investigator and master of deduction, just like Sherlock Holmes", Mark insists. "True, Hitch, but Doolittle isn't bad either after all the animals he tamed", Troy adds with a grin, enjoying how unnerved Dietrich looks. "And don't forget Sherlock, since our Captain is a noble fighter for what's just, even if outlawed by the authorities and hunted by the Sheriff of Nottingham", Moffit adds. The young Captain pinches his nose and with a tone of suffering comments: "I hope you see what I mean." Hanna smiles widely. "I think I could make a series for each of your nicknames." "Don't you dare!", the lean officer exclaims.

Laughing heartily, she pats him on the forearm, feeling the skinny man tense notably at the touch. "Don't worry, Captain. I won't ruin your reputation. Would you mind continuing with the story of the duel in the dark park?" Sighing wearily, Hans nods and relaxes slightly, as he starts his recount again: "The duel itself was very short but intense. Erich tried to run me through with his weapon which I sidestepped, catching him with the tip of my own blade on the cheek. Angered by the humiliation, he started hacking at me wildly with his rapier, relying on his superior strength, while I counted on my fencing skill and dexterity. I didn't even consider blocking his attacks, merely dodging them to not tire my arm. Thinking of the fastest way to end this without actual bloodshed, I let him get very close, only stepping to the side at the last moment, trying to get within gripping distance of his arm to catch his blade." "Catch his blade?", Hitch asks incredulously. "Wouldn't you cut your fingers?" Hans smiles mildly, as he explains: "No, because typically not the whole blade of a rapier is sharp, only the upper part at the tip, while the lowest part is blunt for the fighter to use his second hand to add momentum and strength to an attack at the cost of range. Fighting with a rapier is different from a thin bladed floret in this manner."

"So you managed to catch his blade?", Moffit asks and the German smirks. "Yes, I did. Being that close and with his weapon under my control, I could just lay my blade against his throat and demand his surrender. Grudgingly, he dropped his weapon and had to agree to the truce I forced upon him to leave the Silberblatts as well as Liesel and me in peace from now on. Jakob's sister Sara actually celebrated me like I was Zorro or D'Artagnan who had just triumphed in an epic sword fight." "I'm sure my hearers will love to celebrate heroic Hans as well", Hannah comments with a grin, smiling as the German officer grimaces at her nickname. "You're a wonderful source of stories, Captain. I'm so happy to have met you. Maybe you could elaborate a bit more on some of the characters..."

Doctor Rothschild approaches the two British officers, as they leave the officer's ward of the unruly pilot, and asks calmly: "You're investigating Captain Dietrich?" Alexander McLean immediately looks wary. "Why do you ask, Doctor?" "Is he under suspicion of a crime?", the Jewish medic inquires unperturbed. "No. We're checking his background and behavior to decide his final clearance, Doctor", the Scotsman replies. "I would like to make a statement on his behalf then and I'm sure so would my colleague, Doctor Andrews", the blond medic proposes. McLean looks surprised, but then smiles widely. "Of course, Doctor... Rothschild, isn't it? You're most welcome to tell me what you can about the Captain, such as how you have come to stand up for a defected German officer you have met only yesterday."

"I have known Captain Hans Dietrich already before yesterday. He was my patient in September after the Rat Patrol's Sergeant Troy shot him in the leg, tearing out a part of his thigh", Rothschild starts his recount. "The Sergeant threatened my young colleague Doctor Humphreys to ensure the dying German Captain's treatment. He almost bled to death on our operating table and was very lucky to survive. In the following days he helped us out with dealing with his Italian Lieutenant, who had been captured along with him, acting as our interpreter and senior POW who kept the captured Axis troops well under control. Although he was a German officer, he treated me with politeness and clearly without prejudice, even though I am a Jew. I learned only yesterday that this is because he has been friends since childhood with Lieutenant Silberblatt, but I already realized back then that the Captain was no Nazi and shared neither their anti-semitic ideology nor prejudices."

Lisa Hartigan has meanwhile fetched Doctor Andrews who is more than happy to get the chance to stand up for the German Captain, as he adds his own statement: "Captain Dietrich was my patient at first as a German officer who had been rescued from SS torture, then as a defector who became second in command for Captain Boggs. He went out half-starved and badly bruised to rescue that Italian Lieutenant along with his troops who were in a horrendous state of health. Without the Captain's intervention most of them would have died on the same day. The man asked nothing in return except for allowing a peaceful surrender." "You trusted in a German officer who had been brought to your camp a mere day before?", McLean inquires and George-Irving observes him curiously. "I had no doubt of his sincerity, neither had Captain Boggs. And Sergeant Troy assured us that the German Captain would keep his word once given. So I drove out with him to help the Italians", Peter Andrews explains. "Mere days after Captain Dietrich's change of sides, when Captain Boggs was wounded at the head during a mission, Captain Dietrich even took over command to handle the affairs and organize the large amount of wounded soldiers and prisoners from different armies and nations, speaking all relevant languages and interacting with everyone. The young officer managed to gain respect and trust from the troops of all factions that he would handle and treat his prisoners fairly according to international contracts, but also care about his own troops with diligence as well as empathy in spite of having been their enemy until a few weeks prior." McLean nods and asks calmly: "I have heard why the men of his own unit admire him. But what did he do to earn such loyalty from all sides?" "I will never forget that he was willing to risk a reprimand and accusations of insubordination by calling the Red Cross to our aid without asking for clearance from the General. I am sure that General Atkins has reported it as a misdeed, but it was our only chance and many men would have lost their lives, if the Captain wouldn't have acted as bravely as he has. Through this action as many others, Captain Dietrich has definitely earned the respect and trust of us, the medical personnel", Doctor Andrews replies earnestly.

The Scotsman nods. "What about the Allied and enemy soldiers? You mentioned that everyone treated him with respect and trust." Andrews sighs. "Maybe not everyone, as Lieutenant Baker wouldn't have shot him otherwise. But the vast majority, especially among the common soldiers who we usually treat as our patients. Captain Dietrich came to our field hospital daily, not only for his own treatment, but also to visit the wounded of the Allied and Axis side. The German soldiers, even of units he fought against after his defection, respected him more than some of their own officers, such as this horrible Major von Stolberg", Andrews explains with conviction to stand behind the young Captain he has truly come to appreciate, respect and like in the course of last weeks. "From the perspective of us, the medical personnel, Captain Dietrich has been the best officer in charge of such a situation, acting with a clear strategy, reason and compassion to wish to save men's lives, independent of whether they are allies or enemies. He helped us out himself in times of need, treating patients as best he could with his First Aid training. That's what earned him the respect among the Brits. He helped out himself to treat not only Major Bracken, but also many of his soldiers when we were far too short on personnel and appreciated every helping hand." McLean looks surprised by the last part, but listens eagerly to the descriptions of the medic to which his Jewish colleague adds some additional parts from his interactions with Captain Dietrich and what impression he has of his medical knowledge and skills. George-Irving smiles fondly, clapping his hands in appreciation. "I knew the lad's a noble fellow, when I first met him. There you go, Merlin. Don't you dare torment my young friend, when you deal with him. I know your ways." The medics are as surprised as the Scotsman who assures the Ace: "Don't worry, Air Commodore. I have no intention of harming the best officer working for my missions I have had in a while. Stirling's insane, as we both know. And his Irishman is ruthless, but efficient. Neither could I send into our enemies' camp for subtle espionage or infiltration. Dietrich however is the ideal man for such work. He just needs some polishing of certain skills..."

"Hauptmann!", a call from the door makes the German officer jump to his feet within a split second, reaching for his belt on instinct and cursing silently that he is walking around unarmed, since he is not on duty, reconsidering whether he will keep this up on the following days or ask for permission to carry his gun anyways at least outside the base. Troy has already drawn and aimed his gun, when Dietrich's call stops him. "Troy, don't shoot!" "That's my street informant", the German Captain explains more silently, when the boy stands in the door, shivering with fear, as he raises his arms. "*Ahmed, you can lower your hands. We won't harm you*", he calls to the youngster who cautiously complies after a few seconds of hesitation. "You have street informants. You're a man full of surprises, Captain", Hannah comments with a tone that bears far too much delight for Dietrich's liking. "Like a real spymaster." "I'm not a spy", the young officer growls with wounded pride. "I might be a commando officer, but I'm definitely not an assassin or spymaster."

Then, he turns back to the young Arab and addresses him again in Arabic: "*What happened, Ahmed? Why are you calling me?*" "*The big foreign man from the fort with the strange accent said I should bring you there, Hauptmann. I think it is important*", Ahmed tells him cautiously. "*You went in and out before, so I thought it was fine for you.*" The German listens intently and nods in understanding. "*The big man is taller than me and more broad and muscular. He has darker hair, but no beard and he always has some secret business?*", Hans inquires and Jack grins at his accurate description of the Scottish spymaster. Ahmed nods eagerly. "*Yes, that's him, Hauptmann. Please, you have to come.*" "*I'll come with you in a moment, Ahmed. I only need to tell my men why I leave*", the German replies calmly, before turning back to the Rats and the journalist.

"My lady and gentlemen", he addresses the others, bowing slightly in her direction as a polite gesture. "It has been a pleasant afternoon, but I was summoned by Merlin himself. I expect my own interview and briefing for our coming missions. I wish you all a pleasant afternoon. Be back at the base for dinner, gentlemen! Or let me know about your alternative plans, if you intend to enjoy your time off elsewhere! Tomorrow you are all back on duty from the morning", he declares, glancing at Moffit and Hitchcock who both smile with appreciation. "And stay sober enough to not draw attention or end up in arrest! I'd rather not have to bail you out of jail on the very first day we spend in a city, Pettigrew", he adds sternly for which Tully smiles at him. "You're my favourite brass ever, Cap. I promise I won't let them catch me." "I'd rather you promised me not to do anything stupid and illegal in the first place", Hans mutters dryly, pinching his nose with slight exasperation.

"We shouldn't let you go back to the base without protection", Troy remarks sternly. "I appreciate your concern, Sergeant Troy. But I know my way and am quick at dodging bullets thanks to your training. I should be able to make the five minutes walk back to the fort in one piece", Hans counters dryly. "Are you sure, old chap?", Moffit inquires with a tone of worry as well. "If I constantly fear assassins coming after me, I cannot walk anywhere anymore and will end up as paranoid and insane as Major von Stolberg", Dietrich holds against him. "I will go with Ahmed and don't require a bodyguard for every step I take. Spend your time with your old ... friend." Hannah grins at his ironic tone. "It was a pleasure meeting you, Captain. I'm looking forward to the next time. The tales of Jack, Hans and Jakob will receive some more substance, but I'd rather consult with you, before I can get them on air." The American journalist is actually surprised and impressed when Dietrich bows politely, kissing her hand. "I trust in your discretion to not ruin our reputation, Fräulein Hannah." "You can trust that I will keep you and your friends protected, Captain", she assures him earnestly, smiling at the polite young officer. Curiously she observes her handsome new acquaintance with interest, as he turns to meet the local youngster.

As the German Captain leaves with the Arab street boy, she looks after him with a broad smile. "Sammy, did I see this correctly that he wears no ring? He's neither married nor engaged?" "They murdered his fiance", Sam replies grimly. "Leave him in peace, Hannah! Dietrich's an officer and gentleman with actual principles." Hannah giggles girlishly. "Ah, he's the type to marry, not for a single night. Well, gentlemen, let's see how we can spend the rest of this wonderful afternoon, until you have to return to base to your handsome young Captain. Well, unless you want to make up for your previous transgressions by inviting me for dinner, Jack." She winks at him which the British Sergeant returns with a roguish smile. "It will be my pleasure, milady." Smiling back at the British Sergeant, she adds with actual amusement: "I've seen now what you mean with a fluid switch between languages, when your Captain spoke Arabic with that boy." While Sarge and Doc are efficiently distracted by the woman, Tully Pettigrew slips out of the bar unnoticed and inconspicuously follows Hans Dietrich and the young Arab street kid. Since the Kentuckian is rather safe than sorry, he will simply have an eye on the young officer, until he has safely reached the gate to the fortress or Tully has to intervene.

That boy Hannah has just talked about meanwhile walks at Hans Dietrich's side, as the German explains his new task to him. "*A local boy was killed today by a mine. His father asked for our help, promising me all kinds of riches and treasures. He lives in the tanners' district in the second street behind the tanning basins.*" "*You want to know about the treasures, Hauptmann?*", Ahmed asks eagerly. Hans snorts derisively. "*I don't care about treasures. I don't know if anything of what he promised me is real at all. I want you to find out where the accident happened. Watch out and don't go there, as I don't want you to get killed or injured. I want to send our soldiers to clear the minefield to keep our fighters and any townspeople from getting injured in the future*", the young officer explains diligently. Ahmed stares at him in surprise. "*That's very good of you.*" Dietrich smirks, as he replies dryly: "*I'm not as evil as I appear. I will pay you as usual. But this information is important. Don't be too pushy or indecent with the grieving family though!*" "*I promise in Allah's name that I'll do all I can, Hauptmann*", the boy assures him.

When they arrive at the gate, McLean already awaits them. As soon as Tully recognizes the tall Scottish officer he sinks back into the shadow of the corner covering him, observing the scene before him. Throwing the coin toward the Arab boy heedlessly, the Scotsman calls to the German Captain: "Captain Dietrich, come with me please. General Montgomery awaits us." Ahmed picks up the coin and cleans it cautiously, while Hans scowls upon realizing how little this actually is the spymaster pays him, not even enough to buy himself a pita at a cheap street vendor's stall. "*Allah protect you, Ahmed. May he bring you success with your endeavours*", he mutters to his informant, intent to keep him motivated. The youngster bows deeply to the young officer, as he replies: "*Allah protect you too, Hauptmann. I will do my best to learn what you want to know. Can you bring me food, please? It's better than the coins. I can eat it and nobody can steal it from me after that.*" Dietrich smiles gently. "*I promise you that I will invite you for a real lunch, if you find out the information I need.*" The scrawny street boy gapes at him, before bowing deeply. "*I will do all I can to find your information and return tomorrow at noon, Hauptmann.*" Then he scrambles off eagerly, intent to learn what he can. Tully follows him silently, after assuring that his Captain has safely entered the premises of the fort, exchanging salutes with the gate guards, turning back to the bar. "Where have you been, Tully?", Troy wants to know once, the blond Pivate from Kentucky sneaks back in at which Pettigrew merely shrugs and mutters: "Out."

"*What was that about?", McLean wants to know from the skinny German Captain. "I gave Ahmed a mission to investigate something for me", the younger officer replies cryptically. "And what exactly do you want investigated, while you're off duty and have not received any mission yet, Captain?", the Lieutenant Colonel inquires sternly with obvious suspicion in his tone. Dietrich smiles grimly, as he has finally gotten the overly jovial Scotsman to show his true face. Meeting the taller man's gaze directly, he replies with the seriousness and stateliness his rank demands: "Today I was approached by an Arab who pleaded with me and my men to come with him to help save his son's life who had stepped on a mine. Unfortunately, the boy had already bled to death after losing his leg and all we could do was to express our condolences. But the minefield where the boy was injured is still out there and apparently close enough to the town to pose a serious threat to civilians and our soldiers alike. It is our duty to eliminate this minefield and also in our own best interest, Lieutenant Colonel McLean. Or do you still insist on being called Merlin?"

The Scotsman looks briefly astounded, before his grave expression turns into a sly smile. "After listening to all of your men praising your qualities I should not have been surprised by this. I apologize to you, Captain Dietrich, for my inappropriate reaction." Now, Dietrich looks actually taken aback, as an apology is the last thing he has expected. McLean observes him closely. Being distrusted and verbally attacked has met the younger officer's expectation, his apology obviously has not. This is perfectly consistent with what Sergeant Moffit has told them about the young officer's attitude, while Captain Boggs on the previous day has compared him to a beaten dog who behaves loyally to a new master and still expects only further beatings. No wonder after the young Captain has earned a death sentence from his own army for the crime of being a decent man. His wariness is a feature for a spy, but constantly distrusting everybody is not. Then, McLean reminds himself that the German is not distrusting everybody on the Allied side. Hans Dietrich trusts the men of his unit intrinsically and they trust him in the same mannerthe other way around. That is the asset the spymaster will have to use, since it is obvious that the German is not inclined to trust him in the least which speaks of his intelligence and wisdom.

The skinny young Captain follows him obediently to the same office where his men have been interviewed during the whole day. The freckled English Lieutenant observes the gaunt commanding officer of the colourful bunch they have interviewed all day with barely hidden curiosity, while General Montgomery bears a neutral expression, but he observes the young officer with a sharp gaze. In spite of his injuries, the German Captain stands at attention, as soon as he recognizes the senior officer, clicks his heels in a very distinctively German fashion and salutes sharply with his right arm, wincing visibly with pain. "At ease. Take a seat, Captain Dietrich!", the General offers politely, while his Scottish spymaster sits down on the other side of the table next to him. Although he is trying to not stare openly, Dietrich observes the two older officers with interest, ignoring the Lieutenant after briefly assessing him. "How long were you ordered off duty, Captain?", Montgomery asks sternly. "Until my injuries have healed sufficiently and I have regained a weight the medics consider healthy, most likely until the end of the year, Sir", Dietrich replies in a professional tone. "That has been long overdue", McLean comments, before adding: "This isn't intended as an insult, Captain Dietrich. Yet, it should also provide us with some time for training you and your fascinating collection of soldiers serving in your unit. If I counted this correctly, you can easily cover ten languages if counted all together, not per person. Regarding assessing the potential of certain unit members for different types of skills I trust in your knowledge of your men, their qualities and abilities."

The German Captain nods diligently, as he replies with a professional tone: "Once you tell me which type of skills you can offer to train, I can provide such input." "I heard more than once today that you are by far the most accomplished pickpocket, lock picker and safe cracker in your crew", the Scotsman states jovially and enjoys to see the younger officer blushing slightly. "I'm not a criminal and it has never been my intention to use these skills in any unlawful or dishonorable manner", Hans declares vehemently. Montgomery observes him intently now. "Your friend, Jakob Silberblatt, stated that you learned them out of youthful defiance against your father. Is that true?" The young German Captain blushes even more, as he awkwardly looks for an explanation that is neither too embarrassing nor too far from the truth. Finally he settles for staying with the truth. "I learned the first sleight of hand tricks from an American adventurer and former circus performer, when I was a boy, just eleven years old. I ... wasn't even thinking about what this could be applied for. They were just simple magical tricks for showing off before my peers or entertaining my younger cousin and Jakob along with his sister, when I would return home. The American taught me more tricks he knew from the circus he had grown up in, he only showed me how to remove objects unnoticed or open locks when I was a bit older. He told me about Houdini and his magical shows. It didn't even occur to me at first that the same skills were meant for stealing a portemonnaie from somebody's pocket or breaking into a house. When I actually was aware of this, I did continue out of defiance against my father's strict confines."

Alexander McLean looks quite content and even the stern British General's expression has softened ever so slightly. "I could search far and wide for a man with your skills which combined make you a real asset as a spy", the Scotsman declares. "I'm not a spy. I have no intention whatsoever to work in such a manner permanently. I agreed to being a commando officer, never to assassinations or underhanded, backstabbing spywork!", Hans protests vehemently. "You're a man of principle. You were even sentenced to death for standing by these principles. I might not fully trust somebody who served loyally in the German army for as many years as you have, Captain Dietrich, but I respect your manner of defending certain values with honour and courage, as I have heard from your men's reports and can tell from your own behaviour", Montgomery tells him earnestly. Surprised Dietrich responds: "Thank you, General." "Your men have provided a clear description of your character which is consistent with what Captain Boggs has reported yesterday and what General Richard Atkins has told me. However, I was suprised by Sergeant Moffit and Troy reporting that they share a friendship with you." Dietrich tenses visibly at the words and briefly looks worried, before his expression becomes more guarded. While observing him intently, the British General poses his questions: "Why would you induce such a relationship with two soldiers you have fought against with bitter enmity? Sergeant Troy has wounded you several times and caused you and your units severe damage, hasn't he?" Hans feels more tormented by this line of interrogation than most others the Allied officers have put him through. Subconsciously his left hand rubs his right shoulder where Troy's bullet has originally struck him. How can he justify and explain what appears almost inexplicable to himself, even in hindsight?

"If only Sergeant Troy would have been involved, we would consider it a clever ruse to manipulate the emotional Yankee soldier. But Sergeant Moffit is a lot more level-headed and wary", McLean provides as a prompt which works excellently to induce a reaction from the proud young Captain who grits his teeth and growls with righteous anger: "I have never had any intentions to manipulate the Sergeants or anybody else emotionally. I wasn't even the one initializing or proposing this ... friendship which I granted him merely on probation to get Sergeant Troy out of my hair. I considered the very idea an absurdity, but I had nothing left to lose after losing everybody I'd cared about. My own father would execute me himself for the treason I've committed even though I committed it not fully by my own choice." With difficulty the young Captain reins in his temper, realizing that he has already said too much. The Scotsman looks quite triumphant, as he smirks at his superior officer who frowns, as he considers the words. "Your men describe you as compassionate. I believe you that you suffered on many levels and also that you care about your men. You have proven that beyond doubt. You're definitely not coldblooded enough for such a large scale manipulation." Dietrich looks astounded to not be reprimanded for his inappropriate reaction and quietly mutters: "Thank you, Sir."

"So you do consider Sergeant Troy and Moffit your friends?", McLean wants an answer. The German officer sighs wearily, before replying in a calmer tone than before: "We know far too much about each other and have gone through challenges and ordeals impossible to imagine for anybody else to return to a distanced controlled formal relationship. I have realised too late that I have actually trapped myself through my suggestion." The Scottish spymaster nods and smiles at the admission. "It takes courage to admit failure before you superiors. It takes a lot more to risk one's life for his former enemies and consider them as friends. You honestly care about your unit members and also those children you took in. I've never heard of anybody with your diligence in taking care of rescued war orphans, especially since they are not even of your own race or faith." Dietrich opens his mouth to comment, but McLean stops him. "Let me finish this! Observing that you care about people, who are not from your homeland and on your current or former enemies' side, is reassuring and the best proof of your future loyalty we could ask for. I therefore have no objections of cooperating with you, Captain Dietrich."

Hans has given up on commenting on this and merely nods in acknowledgement. "We consider you honest in your interactions with your men and direct superior, Captain Boggs. All of whom have provide quite passionate pleas on your behalf, Captain. I was surprised however, when the medical doctors, Rothschild and Andrews, insisted to provide statements in your favour. Especially Doctor Andrews described you with great respect and personal sympathy", McLean comments and Dietrich looks honestly surprised, but touched. "He has assured me of this several times, but I didn't expect it", the German Captain mutters. "In the light of a wide range of statements from different people who have all provided consistent information, you receive the permission for collaborating with Lieutenant Colonel McLean. For this you will undergo his training as he considers it relevant and follow his orders, when sent on missions coordinated with your direct superior, Captain Boggs", follows the strict order from the British high commander. The German officer salutes diligently, recognizing the clear command. "Yes, Sir." "I expect you to continue your efforts and prove that you actually are an asset, as you have shown to be until now, Captain Dietrich", Montgomery continues, registering the tension in the young Captain's body, as he blinks with surprise at the words, reining in his facial expression though. Again he nods and replies in a professional tone: "Yes, Sir."

Then, he looks at the Scotsman directly and inquires: "If I may ask, what kind of skills exactly do you have planned for us to learn?" "Apart from rigorous physical training, there is a wide range of skills you will require. All of you will receive additional training with demolition, not only the placing of explosives, but also how to improvise and create them or how to render them ineffective. Since you have been diligent enough to send your informant to gather information about a minefield in the vicinity, I would suggest that you and all your men participate in defusing the mines in the area. Even if some of you are too gravely injured to actively participate themselves, you can learn the theory from our professionals who gain support for their work", McLean suggests and Dietrich nods in agreement. "That is most reasonable and valuable, as I know for a fact that the Rats are unparalleled in blowing something up, but have no idea how to make such a device dysfunctional except for making it explode", he comments dryly though with the appropriate seriousness. "I will also participate, as I have enough practice with using my left hand instead of my right one by now." "A most useful ability", McLean agrees. "You are apparently even a good marksman with your off hand, as Private Anaru has assured us, since you saved the man's life in this manner. How did you come to acquire such expertise?" The young German officer scowls warily, before replying: "Apart from my shoulder injury forcing me to use my left instead of my right hand for weeks now, I have trained for the Pentathlon disciplines since my early youth, as my father insisted on this. For this we had to perfect every technique with both sides, as we should have been able to partake in the sports, even with an injury on one hand or arm. My father considered these the most valuable skills to train for a future officer, since he served as a cavalry officer in the Great War himself and holds the rank of a Colonel nowadays."

"Why didn't you join the cavalry yourself then, Captain Dietrich?", Montgomery inquires, actually sounding curious after nodding in approval at the description. "Because the time for horses was already gone twenty-five years ago, when I was born from what I could deduct from my father's war tales", Hans replies with a weary sigh. "And I considered courier service a lot less interesting than the intricate handling of heavy ordnance which requires precision and skill, combining observations and measurements with mathematical formulae and performing fast calculations and approximations. I was rather young and foolish and couldn't imagine that the next war would start mere months after finishing my officer's training and promotion to Lieutenant." The British Generalfieldmarshal nods in acknowledgement. "You're still young, but I would not consider you foolish, Captain. You have learned the basics of two service branches, artillery and heavy infantry, managing tanks in a battlefield as dynamic and challenging as the Libyan desert. You are about to learn a third service branch with different challenges, when you get trained as a commando officer. Your knowledge and adaptability will surely serve you well, as will your unit."

The German Captain looks quite perplexed at which the Scottish spymaster comments: "You have talent for our line of work, but you will surely require a wee bit of training to not be so easily readable." The young officer winces at the reprimand and tenses immediately, visibly closing up his expression. "Forgive me, Lieutenant Colonel. I had been under the impression that I'm not on enemy territory... at least not anymore", Dietrich remarks a tad sharply and McLean actually laughs. "You're right, Captain. I see that this will be quite promising, as you are the most qualified person we have for bluffing their way into a German base, given your language skills as a native speaker and knowledge of the appropriate behavior, military procedures and where to find relevant tactical information most likely as a trained German army officer." Montgomery glares at the Scotsman, before addressing Dietrich directly. "At ease, Captain. You're not among enemies. I suggest that you discuss the details elsewhere, as I have matters to take care of. Leave the man some peace, Merlin!" The Lieutenant Colonel nods with compliance. "Of course, General. Come along, Captain Dietrich. I heard that you are among the civilised people appreciating a good English brew. May I invite you to a strong cuppa black tea?" "Yes, you may, Lieutenant Colonel ", Hans Dietrich replies and salutes diligently to the Generalfieldmarshal one last time, before following behind the tall beefy Scotsman.

"I meant no offense, but wish to keep my agents alive. You will require some training for acting and deception before we can send you into enemy bases, but I'm sure that you will be able to learn this successfully, Captain, especially since you have the reputation of being related to the famous Hollywood actress Marlene Dietrich", McLean tells the younger officer, as he leads him through the hallways. Hans winces slightly, as he argues: "This was just a ruse inspired by the nurses, implemented by Lieutenant Silberblatt and approved of by General Atkins. But there is no truth in it. I'm not related to her at all. The only thing we share is our family name and that Germany is originally our homeland." "A most curious coincidence nonetheless", the Scotsman comments, quietly amused by the younger man's indignation. Dietrich remains silent, already feeling embarrassed enough, while he listens to the spymaster's tales about espionage and infiltration, wondering just when he has sunk so low to turn into an infiltrator himself.

Finally the Scottish spymaster opens a small cabinet where he lets the German Captain enter first. Confused Dietrich looks around between supply shelves, boxes and cleaning equipment, placed in a corner, as he raises his eyebrows in a questioning manner and stares at the older officer, silently demanding an explanantion. "Consider it a sign of trust that I show you my little hideout here, Captain Dietrich", the Scotsman announces, as he moves a storage shelf which glides to the side with surprising ease, revealing that it has hidden a secret doorway all along. Hans is actually surprised, when he steps inside and finds himself in a rather large room with a desk, as well as countless shelves containing maps, books and some technical devices, not all of which he can recognize or guess what they are for. In addition some parts of the room are hidden behind makeshift cloth walls like in the medical ward. "Welcome to my domain in this base, Captain! Some of your and your unit's training will take place here", Alexander McLean announces. "Has this already existed, when the German troops held the base?", the younger German Captain inquires curiously, as he looks around. "It was a storage area for coal, but I decided to give it a much more useful application", the Scotsman replies with a wry smile, enjoying the younger man's bafflement.

Then he turns toward a samovar which is positioned on a table behind his desk, picks up two copper cups and fills them with black tea from the metal container. After filling both, he hands one to the thin Captain who sniffs at the tea with actual appreciation. "Strong black tea. A local brew?", Hans inquires, but waits cautiously until the Scotsman takes the first sip. "Yes. I saw that you are a connoisseur of tea yourself. And I realize that you are a natural for our line of work. Waiting until they observe the person handing them a drink is drinking himself is something I usually have to train my agents for." "The first test already?", Hans remarks wearily with a hint of frustration. "It wasn't intended as such", Alexander McLean replies, although the German does not fully believe him.

"Let me tell you a bit more about which skills you and your men are to learn", he announces jovially. "Several of your men pointed out your investigation skills quite clearly. This is something we rarely find in the field and I'm willing to train you some more in this regard, as an officer with your unique ability to gain access to enemy facilities is worth such training. An acquaintance of mine works in the field of forensics and can train you in this regard." "What kind of forensics skills do you want to teach me?", Hans asks incredulously. "Learning about toxicology and pathology, as you are medically more educated than the average officer and the medics have agreed to dedicate time to providing you with such training. Then, there's some basic ballistics for which you qualify as an artillery officer with a very keen eye, but also the analysis of handwriting, taking and falsifying fingerprints or placing other false leads and tracks by learning how they are read by professionals", McLean replies. "This is something I consider specifically relevant for our main safe cracker." Dietrich sighs wearily, but nods, as he is actually curious about learning forensics basics. "I doubt that this is the most relevant skill to teach us though", he remarks dryly.

"That's correct, Captain. Acting and how to apply professional disguises is among the most important skills for you and your men to learn which none of you have already extensive training with", the Scottish spymaster explains. "Reportedly, you and your men used your knowledge, experience as soldiers and intuition to successfully bluff your way into enemy bases. But for a deeper infiltration, possibly over the course of days or weeks you need more training. Also improvising fitting disguises, providing makeup or tailoring appropriate outfits behind enemy lines are relevant skills not everyone requires, but you should choose your specialists for, just like the creation of explosives." Dietrich nods. "That is most reasonable. As you pointed out I'm currently the most well-trained men in my unit for cracking a safe or picking a lock, but I want to remind you that relying only on a single person for specific skills is dangerous. Therefore I want all my men to learn the basics of each necessary skill to help out or be able to plan ahead with the experts. And I want at least two or three men trained for each area of expertise to have them covered, even if the unit has to split up or one person is wounded." McLean smiles widely. "As I just told you, you're a natural for this line of work, Captain Dietrich. I thoroughly regret my superiors' indecision to accept you into the British army, but look forward to working with you." Dietrich nods politely.

Then the German Captain proposes: "I know that my men have something to learn regarding communication techniques, as not all of them are trained commando soldiers. All are familiar with morse codes, but interpreting the hand signals of the German army for directing tanks and other vehicles in fastpaced combat was unknown to them before, but is equally handy. Similarly, not all are familiar with other code languages, such the flag semaphore of naval units. For reconnaissance as well as our own inconspicuous communication this is invaluable." The Scottish spymaster nods in agreement. "That is a reasonable proposal, Captain. You will also choose men to receive further training in encryption and decryption. As we don't want the knowledge spread after a soldier is captured, I'd rather not have everyone trained in this. Also for decryption you need a certain level of education and affinity for puzzles, as you know yourself, since you have already gained a reputation as a codebreaker."

"I'm a trained observation officer and also received training in encryption and decryption in the German army which I involuntarily had to perfect even more after one of my radio officers resposible for communication, Lieutenant Luden, sent information to the enemy and defected. After this I didn't trust anybody with the decryption of high-level encoded messages anymore and decrypted them myself usually", Hans explains calmly. "You defected as well, but under different circumstances", McLean comments. "I understand that such an experience teaches paranoia. It also taught you a wide range of skills and competences though for which you can be grateful now. Apart from you, I consider only Sergeant Moffit fitting for being trained in further decryption techniques."

"Don't forget Lieutenant Silberblatt! He is our communication line on our own side and thus the most important man to be trained in this regard", Dietrich points out. "Of course, Captain. He definitely qualifies for such training", McLean agrees. "We will also have all of your unit members undergoing physical training, focusing on endurance and stamina, along with different terrain training, as we have the sea, the surrounding swampy areas and the desert within driving range. Swimming will be relevant, once your unit moves out of North Africa." Hans shudders, remembering how he has swam through Kiel's harbour at freezing temperatures of 10 degrees Celsius, almost dying of hypothermia. "Without some protective equipment I'm reluctant to enter the water of the Mediterranean Sea in December", the younger officer remarks sharply. McLean notices the reaction, but assures him: "My intention is not to expose any of you to too much cold, but train your bodies for survival under extreme temperature. Handling different terrain types and survival will be relevant everywhere and the desert winters can be freezing cold, as we both know. Also the urban surroundings allow for training ranging from surveillance, shadowing a person, using not only physical cover, but also behaving in a way that naturally conceals you among a crowd by adapting the appropriate behaviour." Hans nods in agreement. "I'm not an expert for survival techniques, but some of my men are. If you want to train somebody in this field even further than the rest, I would suggest Private Anaru and possibly the Australians, Private Kevin and Daniel O'Donnell as well." McLean nods. "I have something planned around Christmas, where I can add your three men, Captain."

"Thank you, Lieutenant Colonel", Dietrich replies and gets interrupted. "I know that I have attacked you in an unwarranted manner, Captain. I would still prefer, if you would use Merlin instead of the rank title. A manner of habit", the Scotsman insists, noticing the younger officer's scowl. "If you insist, I will do so. To inform you I have already planned and arranged two types of training for my own unit which have been partially started during the last weeks, but could not be kept up due to the constant strain from our transport. Sergeant Moffit, Lieutenant Silberblatt and I will teach them the basics of the German language to the degree of understanding relevant commands and terms which are frequently used in the field." "You don't want to teach them to speak?", McLean asks. "That's more of an added bonus as any German speaker can detect the accent of an English native speaker immediately. Thus, even speaking the correct words with the proper grammar would not help them to remain undetected for a single moment. None of them can even pronounce my name in a manner that doesn't hurt my ears. Sergeant Moffit and Corporal Gottschlich are the only ones with any potential in this regard." The Scotsman nods. "I wasn't aware of this. Those are valuable insights, Captain." Hans nods, accepting the honest appreciation. "In addition I arranged for Corporal Gottschlich to provide us with instructions on the Japanese fighting style karate and teach us, Sergeant Moffit and me, some basics of Japanese." Now the spymaster looks truly astounded, before clapping his hands. "You and your unit are an asset, Captain. That is most excellent."

The German Captain is visibly uncomfortable with his next inquiry, but finally asks when thinking back of his discussion with Jack Moffit: "Pickpocketing training would also be relevant to receive, as none of us is skilled enough to reliably perform a task such as inconspicuously removing an object from an observed area or somebody's pocket which might be relevant for the more subtle infiltration missions you have in mind." The Scotsman practically beams at him. "I'm not an expert for this myself, but I have one available. He would be most curious to meet and train you, Captain. His name is Corporal Orwell and like your Private Pettigrew he has quite a criminal career behind him ranging from fraud to small scale thievery." "Tully Pettigrew is a reliable and trustworthy soldier independent of his past", Dietrich protests indignantly. "The man adores you for this attitude and would actually follow you straight into hell which is quite the feat to achieve with a man like Pettigrew", McLean argues. "I'm willing to trust him with my life", Hans counters. "More importantly you're willing to trust him with the lives of your men and the children you protect", McLean declares. "Wilbur Orwell is a lot less personally loyal toward me or the Allied forces than your Private is toward you. But we have a common enemy, as the Germans killed one of his best friends after torturing him for days, because he was a Jew. I have to warn you that he hates the Nazis and everything connected with them for this reason." "So do I. They're the scourge plaguing my fatherland", Hans growls indignantly. "Wilbur will like you with such an attitude", the Scotsman declares jovially. "Now that this is settled, let's talk about the next aspect, training schedules."

They both settle down with a fresh cup of tea and start planning and filling such schedules. Hans Dietrich insists on not being left out of any of the basics in spite of his health, arguing that especially the less physically straining training sessions should not harm his recovery, while he needs to rebuild endurance and muscle through participating in the other activities as far as his injuries allow it. McLean observes the skinny young officer closely, before agreeing. His proud stubbornness definitely outweighs his apparent weakness, as the tall man looks not even close to participating in any such activities, telling from the bruises on his face or his thin and sinewy stature. According to any report from the Axis or Allied side the German Captain has always been among the frontlines, leading a charge rather than directing it from behind his men. Dietrich definitely needs to go through the same rigorous physical training as his men to keep this up, yet is in dire need of rest and recovery.

"Would you show me some of your infamous skills, like picking a lock, Captain? I heard that you always carry a lockpick set along with your documents", McLean inquires with a sly tone, as he takes a small metal box with a lock out of one of his desk drawers. "It saved Hitchcock's and my life, when we were in Arab captivity. Also, typically one gets disarmed, but not all documents taken, as they are needed for identification, while allowing to hide something as small as a rake and a wrench", Hans replies with a professional tone, as he takes his documents from the chest pocket and takes the two tools out of his driving licence. "Everybody wants to see a passport, but nobody cares about a driving licence", he adds dryly as an explanation, as he takes a close look at the lock. "You're very clever, Captain, for somebody who has never received training in this regard", McLean comments slyly, observing the younger officer with clear interest. "I was trained in a very hard way by having been the target for commando raids and attacks countless times and learning how my men or I have been outsmarted", Dietrich replies solemnly, as he inserts the wrench, before starting to feel the pins with the rake. "You're intelligent and reflective enough to learn from your own mistakes and your enemies. This is the quality which makes you an excellent aspirant for what I have in mind. Without the SS going after you we would have trained one of our most dangerous enemies ourselves", the Scotsman assesses.

The German Captain tenses notably at the words, fighting visibly to keep his expression neutral and losing his progress of opening the lock. "Your body is still far too honest for someone who infiltrates enemy bases and needs to avoid detection of his enemies", the Scotsman declares calmly, as if speaking about the weather. "As I told you, I don't consider you our enemy any longer. But as one of my agents I will wish to keep you alive and for this you must learn to control or suppress such subconscious reactions at least in crucial situations while concentrating on it." Reading the warring emotions in the younger man's eyes, he adds: "I understand that you don't possess the same unshakable trust as any other of our men after having been betrayed once and finding yourself among people who considered you their enemy until two months ago and the other way around, but I assure you that I am a professional in my job. We both have made life or death decisions for years, deciding over many men's fates on a daily basis. I don't care where you were born, as long as you loyally stand by our side. In my profession one cannot have the luxury of judging a man by his background."

"Why did you put so much pressure on Private Pettigrew then with his criminal background?", Dietrich asks sternly, indignant on behalf of his soldier, as well as wary on his own behalf. "Because the man was hard to get talking at all without emotionally unbalancing him", the Scotsman replies coolly. "I know perfectly well what you mean from having interrogated the Rats countless times. But you wish him to work for you. Isn't antagonizing him to dislike and distrust you a bad strategy?", Hans inquires sternly, still observing the other man rather than continuing with picking the lock. "He went to you afterwards to tell you all this, apparently trusting you just as much as he claims to do", the Scotsman analyses slyly. "I have what I wanted, proof of his truthfulness and an officer he trusts and follows. You're a professional officer and I know that you will follow orders until they go against your sense of morality. You're a man with a conscience which is rare nowadays. Thinking critically for yourself qualifies you perfectly for our line of work though. I don't aim for your men's trust for you have proven that you possess it."

The German Captain eyes him warily, muttering: "We both know that I will not be able to survive this position indefinitely. You'll need to work with them after my demise as well." Surprise registers on the Scottish spymaster's face. "I have no intention of getting you killed, Captain. On the contrary, my intention is to keep you alive as my agent." "Still, the German secret service, Abwehr, is already out for my blood with one of their officers, Major Ingelheimer, targeting me directly", Dietrich counters vehemently. "If I get caught by the Axis side, I will be tortured and executed, independent of whether I am a commando officer or not. We both are professionals, Merlin. We both know that my probability of surviving this war is almost zero. I will do what I can to keep my men alive and motivated. I will surely act to the best of my abilities to free my homeland of the Nazis. But don't try to sell me any fairy tales of a happy ever after, for I cannot believe them any longer." The Scotsman nods quietly. "I won't lie to you about the danger of your missions, Captain. You're far too intelligent to not realize that. I recommend you though to adopt a more positive attitude at least for your men's sake. I have no intention to risk any of you unnecessarily, especially since you are a man who is hard, almost impossible to replace, and I'd rather not lose a talented young agent."

Wariness is obvious in Dietrich's expression and he does not even intend to hide it. "I know the limits of such a promise. I have served in the military long enough to know that even with the best intention to provide us with backup or rescue us out of captivity, situations will arise when resources are scarce and no further men should be risked. I have been in the position myself to decide when to give up wasting precious resources and human lives for rescuing a single man. I have no delusions that I am in a precarious situation and you will not be able to help or rescue me, should the German side ever get hold of me again. I don't accuse you or resent you for this, as Sergeant Troy would. It's a simple fact that neither of us can change. Don't try to sell me any post war perspectives for myself therefore! I only care to see the children, Ari and Kiri, in safe hands and my men as well led and taken care of as possible." Alexander McLean nods. "I can assure you that no harm comes to your wards and I will use my connections to have their adoption taken care of to allow them international travel, as they have no documents or official identities." The German Captain's stance relaxes visibly and his smile is earnest, as he replies: "Thank you. That's all I ask for."

"You're a modest man", the Scotsman assesses. "I wasn't. But I have learned through hardship and staring death in the face often enough what is actually important and what is not", Hans counters. "Many things which were important for me before, a career, medals and honors, my superiors' respect or my own social standing have lost their importance and meaning completely through what happened in the last few homeland has declared me a pariah and I have never even been to the United States, making it hard to consider it my homeland to fight for. My friends, my men and the children are the only truly relevant thing I have left to fight and live for. I will stand by them loyally. Don't you worry!" "I'm not worried about your loyalty, Captain", McLean replies, intent to speak with the medics regarding the young officer's mental health. Apart from his physical injuries, his battle fatigue is quite obvious and equally handicapping him. As a dead hero the skinny German Captain is worth nothing for him.

"You should take your time to truly recover and find some rest, Captain", McLean recommends. "Ideally after picking this lock." Hans smiles wryly and continues the process which is quick, since he has learned the behaviour of two of the four pins already and only one is actually stubborn. The Scotsman nods and applauds silently when the lock springs open, before suddenly changing the topic. "Are you religious?", he asks out of the blue and Dietrich is startled enough to stare at him for a few moments, before recovering from his surprise. "I'm a Lutheran Christian", he replies cautiously. "Speak with our local military chaplain, Captain! I'm sure Reverend Storm will like you and it would do you some good as well." Still surprised by the suggestion which is far more compassionate than he would have expected it from the British Lieutenant Colonel, Hans nods. "I will speak to him. It has been a while since I had the chance to speak with a priest, leading a serious conversation. You have no idea what some of the Italian priests were like..."

Smirking with glee the Scotsman adds: "I have heard stories, but gladly will chat some more with you, for example at dinner sometime. For now though, I have some preparations to make for tomorrow, organising the training for you and your unit. Tell me where we can find the minefield, once your informant has reported back to you!" Nodding earnestly, Dietrich replies: "Of course, I will do that. Likely Ahmed will only come back at noon." "Until then, Captain. Or would you prefer Sherlock?", McLean asks with a hint of irony. "It's probably a bit less rare than Hans on the Allied side, and it sounds more English", the German Captain replies after overcoming his first instinct to decline immediately. The Scotsman laughs, as he answers: "Definitely more English sounding. You're learning this line of work quickly, Sherlock. I can only recommend the application of a codename and yours is perfectly flattering." "Why did you choose Merlin?", the younger officer inquires, honestly curious. "According to legend and some epic adaptation Merlin was the man in the background behind the actual king, Arthur, and his knights of the round table. He didn't wield a sword, because he didn't have to, acting as an advisor, pulling his strings in the background, quietly and unnoticed, thus working his magic", the Scottish spymaster explains calmly. "You consider the officers out there as knights and the Generalfieldmarshal as the king?", Hans mutters dryly.

Alexander McLean grins widely, as he argues: "You're definitely a knight of the round table, diving into action alongside your men without hesitation or cowardice. You're surely a brave man to go through all that you have without surrendering your pride or your principles, Captain. Nonetheless, I advice the king, Monty or whoever will be locally in charge, and send the knights, you and other officers along with their respective units, on their quests, seeing the greater picture not openly visible to many. I mustn't tell you too much about this picture, as you could be captured and tortured for such information, not because I don't trust in your loyalty and reliability, Dietrich. You're true to your word to a fault when it starts hurting you and your missions. Still you have stood by your word and principles under circumstances I wouldn't even have imagined, yet believe your men's words who confirmed those events independently of each other." The German officer has tensed visibly again, although he puts actual effort into keeping a neutral expression and forcing his muscles to relax. "You'll learn this eventually. Currently, you're on your own side and shouldn't have to behave as if on enemy territory. Monty told me to go easy on you, as you actual need to recover and not be constantly on edge for this. Enjoy your evening, Sherlock, and relax some more!", the Scotsman declares and Hans leaves quickly to not be held back any longer.

Right after his meeting, Dietrich goes to the field hospital to pick up the children as promised. Doctor Rothschild greets him with a friendly smile. "Good evening, Captain Dietrich. Should we check your shoulder and sutures?", Rothschild inquires. "Nurse O'Donnell provided me with a massage and fresh bandages so I should survive until taking a shower. I have a professional question for you though. What kind of physical exercises do you deem safe for me to perform, Doctor Rothschild?", Hans asks diligently. "Anything that hurts or strains the sutures is out of the question. Otherwise I rely on your common sense, Captain", Rothschild replies, looking at the younger man intently, before adding: "Maybe I should actually order you for daily checkups... your common sense has not kept you from risking your life and health countless times already." "I think you're mistaking me for the Troy brothers", Dietrich counters dryly. "You're their friend for a good reason, Captain", the blond medic counters with a smile.

The young German officer has given up on protesting against the notion of being friends with Sam Troy, but David Troy is another matter. "I'm surely not Captain Troy's friend", Hans protests indignantly. "He's of a completely different opinion according to what he told Merlin", Rothschild argues. Pinching his nose in exasperation, Dietrich sighs wearily. "That family will cost me every last nerve." "Don't worry! It wasn't that bad. But to provide you with some support, Peter Andrews and I insisted on making a statement on your behalf as well." The lean Captain smiles an honest and warm smile, when the Jewish doctor pats his upper arm. "I heard that and am utterly grateful to you and Doctor Andrews. I would never have expected such support." "Did you really think that the medical personnel wouldn't stand by their word to provide you with backup and support after all you have done for them?", Rothschild asks. "I wouldn't have asked for such a support under the circumstances of you having to expose yourself to help a branded defector like me", Hans mutters quietly. "Because you wouldn't ask for or expect it, we felt like having to offer it on our own account", the Jewish medic insists calmly. "Thank you, Doctor Rothschild. I really wouldn't have asked for any of this", Dietrich expresses his gratitude honestly.

"You're welcome, Captain. So, have you come to look for Rembrandt and Kahlo, Captain Dietrich?", Rothschild asks with a mischievous smile. The German officer blinks in surprise, asking: "Who, Doctor?" "You know Rembrandt", the medic starts out. "Of course I know Rembrandt, the famous painter", Hans protests indignantly. "But who is Kahlo?" "Frida Kahlo is a young Mexican painter who recently gained some fame in the United States. My wife is an arts lover", Samuel Rothschild explains. "I see. Why are we talking about painters?", the German Captain manages to ask, before realization dawns on him, as Ari joyfully shouts "Hans!", while Kiri exclaims: "This is Bastet." Dietrich smiles at their youthful enthusiasm and stoically bears looking at abstract, childlike drawings of a cat, a dog, the doctors and nurses in the medical ward, David Troy wrapped in a grotesque amount of bandages and a man with strange clothes who turns out to be Hans himself. "An interesting art exhibition, isn't it?", the American medic asks with clear humor in his tone. The young German Captain smirks, as he comments dryly: "Yes, indeed. I see what you mean by Rembrandt and Kahlo." "I thought you'd understand me, Captain. Enjoy your dinner and relax some more!"

Ari and Kiri accompany their caregiver with enthusiasm, telling him about the stories they have heard from David Troy. The pilot apparently is an infinite source of half-witted nonsense and Hans starts worrying about how to provide them with a more reasonable and valuable form of education, until the matter of their adoption and transport has been handled which may still take weeks in spite of McLean's best efforts. When they reach the officer's table, Bastet has chosen to sit on the empty seat next to Boggs, meowing pleadingly to the older Captain. "Have you fallen for this fickle lady's charms as well now?", Hans asks with irony, as he picks up the purring kitten to allow Kiri to sit down, while Ari sits next to his friend Jakob. "She can be quite insistant", James Boggs replies with a smile, petting Bastet over the head. "When will you promote her to Lieutenant?", the younger Captain asks with a sly grin. "What would be your suggestion?", Boggs asks back. "When she is older and Sergeant Troy is there to watch it. Moffit would truly enjoy this, as would I", the German officer replies with humor. "Meow", Bastet reminds him that she wants some dinner, as she starts wiggling impatiently on his arm. "Since the dear Doctor has forsaken you for a more charming lady, you will have to live with having dinner with me, Bastet", Dietrich tells her, as he sits down and picks up a piece of meat from his plate, offering it to the kitten that eats greedily.

"Where are your Rats? I don't see Troy and the others, only Gottschlich and Anaru", James Boggs inquires after allowing his younger colleague to finish his dinner. "Enjoying their dinner with charming company", Hans replies dryly. "You gave them the evening off after all." The older American Captain nods. "I did." Dietrich hesitates for a moment, before addressing the older Captain quietly: "Gottschlich has been harassed because of his Japanese heritage. And I worry about Anaru as well in this regard. Could you find out for me who is the superior officer of a Sergeant Clarence? I would like to resolve the matter in a civilised manner between officers, before Sergeant Troy starts beating anybody up." Boggs grimaces, knowing exactly what the German Captain is talking about. "I will find this out for you. I rely on you as the reasonable and responsible officer that I know you to be." Hans nods. "Thank you. I'll try my best to live up to your expectations."

"I'll speak with Anaru and Gottschlich. Ari, Kiri, you stay here with Jakob and Captain Boggs! I'm back shortly", the young German officer tells his wards. "Bastet, bleib hier und stell nichts Dummes an!", he then addresses the kitten, placing her into Kiri's arms. "Teach me some German as well! What did you say, Dietrich?", James Boggs wants to know. "I told told her to stay here and not do anything stupid", the younger Captain replies. "Even Troy knows that sentence by now", he adds with an ironic smirk which makes the American officer chuckle slightly. "I see that your language classes are quite enlightening. If I find the time I might join you from time to time", Boggs tells the younger German. "You're always welcome. You only need to prepare yourself mentally for having the Rats as fellow students", Hans declares dryly, before turning toward his two remaining men.

Fritz is begging for food from a couple of British soldiers. As soon as Dietrich passes by him though, he jumps up at the Captain yelping excitedly. "Is this your dog, Sir?", one of the soldiers asks the German officer who scratches his loyal mascot behind the ears. "I suppose you could say so. He's been my unit mascot for months", Hans replies with a smile. "What's his name?", a second soldier asks curiously. "Fritz", Dietrich replies and the dog immediately fawns enthusiastically. "You got him from the Jerries?", the first soldier inquires. "What makes you think so?", the young Captain asks cautiously. "They're all called Fritz and Hans", the blond young Brit replies with a grin. An ironic smile settles on the German Captain's expression, as he drawls with a sarcastic tone: "Indeed."

"You're a new officer. I haven't seen you around before", the second dark haired soldier assesses. "What's your name, Sir?" "I'm Captain Hans Dietrich", the young officer enjoys pronouncing his given and last name deliberately in his native tongue. Immediately the British soldiers tense at the native intonation of the German name. "I... I'm sorry, Sir", the first soldier stutters, blushing vividly. "There's no need for that. I'm not offended, Private. And there is some truth to it. But I expect you to show a respectful behavior in the future", Dietrich states sternly. "Yes, Sir", the young man replies immediately. "Why are you with us, Captain? If I may ask", a freckled older Sergeant asks with open curiosity. "Because I realized that this is the only manner to stand up for my German homeland and its people without betraying each and any of the principles I believe in", Hans replies calmly and with seriousness. All men stare at him with curiosity and astonishment, not sure what to make of the man and his declaration. "Gentlemen, if you would excuse me. I will speak with the men of my unit now, the Rat Patrol", Hans states to take his leave. "Komm, Fritz!"

The brown dog follows at the Captain's side, fawning with excitement, as he looks up at his master. "Kia ora, Captain", Thomas Anaru greets the young officer with a smile. Gottschlich looks up at him with an admiring gaze that almost reminds of Fritz who sits next to Dietrich's leg, panting loudly. "Good evening, gentlemen. How did your interviews turn out?", he greets them in a friendly manner. "Very well, Captain Dietrich", the Maori replies, while the half-Japanese Corporal averts his gaze. Scowling, the young German Captain asks: "Is there anything I should be aware of, Corporal?" "I didn't mean to tell them, but they kept asking... now they'll come after me for sure", Riku laments. His young commander quickly deduces the source for his worries. "Don't worry, Gottschlich! I will speak with their commanding officer and try to solve this matter peacefully as soon as possible."

"You're our hero, Captain", Thomas assures him. "Kia ora. Thank you for caring." "Have you been harassed by anybody?", Hans inquires with honest concern. "No, Captain. I'd come to you immediately, if that would happen", the young Maori replies honestly. "Stand together! There's strength in numbers and I doubt that they would dare to go after you, when you are at least two or three of our unit. Where are the O'Donnells?" "Kevin mentioned a bar", Thomas replies. "Just like the others... I'll spend the evening with Jakob Silberblatt and the children. We have some catching up to do. You find me in his room or my own, if you need something urgent", the German Captain tells them calmly. "Kia ora. Thank you for caring so much, Captain. We told them that you're the best officer we've ever had", Thomas answers jovially. "I thank you for your trust and confidence, gentlemen", Hans replies earnestly. "I'll leave you to spend your evening off relaxing."

"E noho ra, Private", Dietrich tries his newly learned vocabulary. Anaru beams at him happily "E haere rā, Captain. Only as a reminder, we pronounce the word 'rā' not 'ra'." The German listens intently to hear the difference, before repeating the phrase one more time. "Oyasumi nasai, Captain", Riku Gottschlich adds timidly. Seeing the officer's intent gaze and curiously raised eyebrows, he explains quickly: "It means 'Goodbye and good night' in a formal manner. You're my CO after all." Dietrich blinks with slight confusion, before asking: "And what would be the less formal way?" "Just 'Oyasumi'. But you're only supposed to use that with your family and friends and at night. There are other forms of saying goodbye for the rest of the day." "You told us that politeness is important in the Japanese culture and language", Hans comments. "Yes, Captain. If you're impolite you lose your face and your honor", Riku adds as an explanation. "Thank you for sharing your knowledge", the young German officer replies, honestly curious about this culture which has been completely unknown to him until now. "Oyasumi nasai." Gottschlich smiles widely at the lean officer and bows politely. "You're very good with your pronunciation, much better than anyone I've met before. The only point is that 'u' and 'i' are only pronounced very briefly and not stressed like in English or German. Oyasumi nasai." Both Dietrich and Anaru listen intently and take in the lesson, until the German Captain finally turns to leave, once he has repeated the phrase in a satisfactory manner.

"Wouldn't you want to join us with Ari and Kiri?", Anaru asks cautiously. Hans is absolutely perplexed for a few seconds, stopping in his tracks. "I doubt you want to spend your evening off looking after children." Gottschlich looks quite sad, as he mumbles: "I actually miss Akita, my younger brother. Ari reminds me of him. He's quiet and polite, very gentle and friendly. I don't mind spending time with him." The tall officer's expression softens visibly at the realisation that he truly misses the boy and spending time with him after weeks of sharing a tent and child duty. "I'll suggest it to them", Hans offers with a friendly smile. "Arigatou gozaimasu, Captain Dietrich dono." "Maori is a lot less complicated than Japanese, but I like the structure and mindset", Dietrich replies, before he takes his leave to invite the children over and likely Jakob as well.

Ari is very enthusiastic to join Riku Gottschlich, liking the calm young man, while Kiri is only willing to come along, if she can take Bastet with her. The kitten is less happy until Hans picks her up and gently scratches her under the chin. Thomas Anaru assists him by motivating Kiri to play with Bastet using an improvised cat toy made of a twirled up thread and a feather, watching both of them playing with a gentle smile, ready to intervene, before the blundering kitten tumbles over the edge of the table. With the girl and the kitten happy and entertained, Hans and Jakob can finally find some time to chat, as Thomas and Riku keep Ari entertained. "Wie war das Interview, Jakob?", Hans asks his friend about how the interview has gone. "Wirklich gut, Hans. Sie haben mich zwar befragt, ob ich gelogen habe, um dein Leben zu retten, sind aber mittlerweile von dir und deinen Qualitäten überzeugt." The German Captain has tensed visibly upon hearing that they have wanted to know whether his friend has lied to save his life, but relaxes upon hearing that they appear to be convinced of his qualities. "Haben Sie dich viel zu Deutschland und unserer Jugend befragt?", the young officer wonders whether they have wanted to know more about Germany and their youth. Jakob shakes his head however. "Gar nicht so viel wie ich dachte."

Hans nods and adds: "Jakob, ich muss dir was erzählen. Troy, Moffit und die Ratten haben mich zu einer Bar mitgenommen und ich habe mich mit einer jungen Dame, einer Freundin der beiden Sergeants, unterhalten. Sie ist Radioreporterin und hat mich zu Deutschland, unserer Jugend und Konfrontationen mit der HJ ausgefragt. Ich habe ihr ein paar Geschichten erzählt und sie will eine Radioserie daraus machen. 'The tales of Jack, Hans and Jakob'." Silberblatt grins from ear to ear at the prospect of becoming the star of a radio series, when Hans tells him about meeting Troy's and Moffit's acquaintance, the journalist. "Das klingt großartig. Nächstes Mal will ich dabei sein", he insists that he wants to participate the next time. Dietrich grimaces a bit, but nods. "Ich glaube, sie möchte gerne einiges über die Eskapaden mit Otto hören, aber ich wollte die nicht weiter breit treten." Jakob grins widely, hearing that she would like to know more about their escapades with Otto. This sounds truly like fun.

"Keine Sorge. Ich habe um Anonymität und Diskretion gebeten. Unsere Nachnamen werden nicht erwähnt, nur unsere Vornamen für das Programm, das den Amis die Ideen von deutscher Lebensweise und der Unterscheidung zwischen Nazis und normalen Leuten erlauben soll", Hans assures his friend that their stories will be handled anonymously, never mentioning their last names. Jakob smiles sadly when hearing his friend's intention to give the American and Allied soldiers an idea of differing between Nazis and ordinary German people. "Du bist und bleibst ein anständiger Junge, Hans", Silberblatt assures his friend of his earnestness and taking more efforts on behalf of the ordinary soldiers than the German propaganda ministry. "Du tust mehr für die normalen Soldaten als das ganze deutsche Propagandaministerium." A saddened expression passes over his friend's face, before he nods with a solemn expression. "Du hast recht, Jakob. Aber es widerstrebt mir, die anständigen Jungs aus der deutschen Armee gänzlich zu verraten", Dietrich argues that he feels reluctant to forsake all decent members of the German army completely. Jakob Silberblatt regards the young Captain with a sad expression, knowing that he has been a German officer with all his heart and truly believed in fighting for his homeland and standing by his men. It is the Nazi's own fault for selling him out and sentencing him to death innocently that they have lost a loyal and dedicated officer to their enemies.

"Hans", Ari interrupts them. "Can you tell us a story, like uncle Davey?" Kiri is immediately attentive and pleads: "We want to hear a story, please, Ioannes." Dietrich appears a bit perplexed by their request. "Hans knows lots of great stories", Jakob provides with a grin. "Which are not all suitable for children", his friend growls with a glare. "Come on. You have experienced so many things here in North Africa. You can surely tell them something", Silberblatt counters, unperturbed by Dietrich's mood. Hans scowls, but finally nods. "Do you want to hear the story about how I negotiated at a bazaar for the first time?" "Yes, please", Ari tells him with a smile, as Kiri nods fervently, while she continues to play with Bastet who meows loudly to regain her attention. Thomas Anaru also nods enthusiastically, as he elbows Riku Gottschlich and whispers to him conspiratorially.

"When I was a few years older than you, Ari, Kiri, I went to North Africa for the first time", Dietrich starts his recount and the children listen intently. "My mentor showed me a lot of useful skills like the trick with the cards I showed you and told you about. Well, he also taught me about haggling. But at first I didn't know the Arabic language well enough and I felt rather awkward to ask for far too little and play such a drama. But he prepared me, made me acting fake drama with him in our camp beforehand. And then there was the day, when he finally let me negotiate instead of him. It was about a donkey we needed for our expedition camp. I felt better with animals, because I knew how to tell the age and the strength of the body and legs of a horse or donkey, how to look at the teeth and tell from the breath whether the beast is healthy or not." He plays through some of these actions in pantomime and not only the children, but also his soldiers look highly entertained. While Jakob grins from ear to ear observing his friend, he notices some soldiers of the neighboring tables turn around to watch the young officer playing the role of the entertainer. None appear wary or mean, but honestly curious.

While Dietrich provides a humorous and detailed description of the donkey trader as a fat and slimy man who has turned out to be a sly and devious haggler, the O'Donnells, Pettigrew and Troy sneak into the room and take positions in the growing audience. "Hassan ibn Hassan abu Hassan, the trader, played quite the drama", Hans describes, acting out a bit of the drama himself, as he wrings his hands in mock desperation and puts on a suffering tone for the entertainment of the children and the soldiers alike. "My family will starve, if I give you such a low price. Do you really want that my children have to eat donkey droppings?" Ari and Kiri grimace in disgust, while several men in his growing audience chuckle, laugh or whisper with each other. "I tried arguing with reason and actual facts which didn't work well at all", the German officer recounts. "Then at some point I was frustrated and seeing my mentor giving me signs I started some drama of my own, telling him that I was just a boy myself and my uncle expected me to bring back a good pack animal for our camp, as he would beat me otherwise. This kind of melodrama was exactly what the man wanted to hear. We played this for another two minutes, until we came to a conclusion at half his original price. My mentor was quite proud of me, saying that he would only have gone on a little longer himself."

Ari looks at his brother with tearful eyes, as he asks: "Did your uncle really beat you, Hans?" A bit baffled the young Captain tries to reassure the orphan. "Don't worry, Ari! He only did that a few times when I did something really stupid or dangerous, so that I deserved it." The Jewish boy nestles against his side, hugging him gently, as he mutters: "I don't want anyone hurting you, Hans." Putting his arm around the child's shoulders, his caregiver squeezes gently. "Don't worry, Ari! Nobody will beat me up like that anymore. I can defend myself nowadays." "And if you can't, we surely will defend you", Sam Troy promises, taking the German officer by surprise, since he has not paid close attention to his growing audience until now. Dietrich briefly nods to the American whom he can trust to be a loyal friend and true to his word. In a much softer tone intended only to be heard by Ari, Hans whispers: "And I would never beat you, Ari. I promise you this." The thought would not even have occurred to the Jewish orphan who hugs his beloved caregiver more tightly without any idea what he should reply. Of course his brother would never beat him. What an absurd idea!

"What's going on here?", a stern voice asks and the British and Australian soldiers start to scatter, while the Rats stand firmly around their commanding officer. The Australian Major Fitzgerald looks at the strange assembly, noticing the German officer as the center of attention. "Why don't you join us in the officer's club, Captain?", he asks with narrowed eyes, while Troy glares at him warily. "I'm a lot more welcome here among my men than there, Major. I have no intention of overusing the Allied officers' tolerance or putting them in any awkward situation through my presence", the German Captain argues warily. The older Australian officer observes him quietly for a few moments, before replying coolly: "Suit yourself. You're not excluded on principle though, Captain." "But I'm eyed with distrust and wariness nonetheless as the convicted traitor and German defector that I am", the young Captain argues calmly. There is no resentment in his tone, but quiet acceptance and a certain fatalism. "I wouldn't come without a friend, if I were you. That's true", the Australian Major confirms. Jakob Silberblatt places a hand on his friend's left shoulder, as he assures him: "I will come with you, Hans, whenever you need me." "Thank you, Jakob. But I also promised to spend the evening with them", Dietrich replies calmly, pointing at Ari who is huddled against his side and Kiri who plays with the kitten Bastet that jumps over the table as she hunts the thread with the feather enthusiastically. Even the Australian Major's expression softens visibly at the sight of the children and the baby animal. "I understand, Captain Dietrich. Look after your wards! But I for one would enjoy to chat with you at some point. Good evening." The younger officer salutes with his left arm and returns the greeting before focusing back on his men.

"Won't they ever stop coming after you, Captain? What's wrong with telling stories to children and some soldiers?", Troy voices his protest, indignant on the German Captain's behalf. "The Major like every other officer is responsible for the whole community of soldiers and has to put the interests of the group above individual interests. When some assembly of people occurs he needs to check it out", Dietrich automatically rises in the defense of his fellow officer. "And what did he want then? Pressure you into joining their noble club?", Sam inquires with clear annoyance in his tone. "It's usually not considered an insult to be invited to an officer's club, Troy", Hans replies with irony dripping from his tone. "These clubs are for socialising, building a network, exchanging news, forming alliances, meeting acquaintances and chatting with friends. The problem is that I wouldn't have a problem at all, if I were an officer born in America or the commonwealth. I didn't have much of a problem in German officer's clubs among people of my own homeland who I had been acquainted with for years. But as the convicted traitor and German defector that I am, I'm a branded outcast by definition for any Allied officer. Neither do I wish to bare my own flank in such a manner nor to embarrass everyone else through putting them in the awkward position of having to conduct smalltalk with me", he explains patiently.

"But you're not hated and despised by everyone, Hans", Jakob addresses his friend with a saddened expression, as he worries about his attitude. "Captain Boggs likes you, as does Air Commodore George-Irving. And I'm also willing to accompany you and introduce you to the people I know." "Yeah, the British Ace is close to adopting you, Captain Fox Kit. At least that's what Davey says and he's the center of the gossip mill right now", Sam argues. "And didn't that toad Bracken tell you as well that he'd like to meet you at some clubs?" Dietrich grimaces as if he would have bitten on a lemon at the mentioning of Major Bracken, as he dislikes the man for various reasons. "How come you only mentioned the most eccentric British officers now, when placing me among not totally antagonistic people, with the exception of Captain Boggs?", Hans inquires dryly. "Are you implying that I should have joined the British army instead?" Knowing that the Sergeant will resent the notion, he still intends to tease him and Sam Troy fulfills his expectations perfectly, as he growls: "Definitely not. We're glad to have you and won't hand you over to those arrogant bastards. I know I keep telling you and Jack that you're European snobs, but you're really decent guys. After the British brass I met today I know why I wanna steer clear of them as much as I can. I surely wouldn't want to go into one of thosefancy-schmancy clubs and hang out with those guys. You're right that you're in the far more pleasant company with us. You're invited to join us anytime. None of us will treat you strangely for where you're from, Captain. I promise you that."

"We all do, Captain. You're a decent fellow, as we told the Generalfieldmarshal and his snooping spymaster", Daniel O'Donnell adds on behalf of his brother and the others, who nod fervently in agreement. Although a bit perplexed by the offer and reassurances, Hans smiles with honest gratitude, as he replies: "Thank you all, gentlemen, danke vielmals. Kia ora, arigatou gozaimasu. I value and appreciate your loyalty and comradery." Recognizing that he has started to adopt the four native languages of his soldiers to thank them, Jakob smiles to his friend, intending to change the topic to something more enjoyable for Hans. "So when do we start with language lessons? You're getting ahead of us by learning Japanese and Maori on the side already." Dietrich smiles wryly. "I'm sorry for this. Curiosity kills the cat was how Doctor Moffit put it", the German Captain replies dryly.

Then he turns to Ari and suggests to the boy: "Fritz will get really fat, if you don't play with him. Go on, Ari! I need to speak about a lot of rather boring things with the others." The orphan looks at him for a few seconds a bit unsure, but then gets up with a smile, muttering: "Okay, Hans. Fritz! Komm!" "The children are learning the language without even noticing", Jakob comments with a smile, when he hears Kiri call: "Bastet, nein!" The kitten has played rather wildly and almost torn the girl's dress. "At that age it's still easy and natural to learn a language just from hearing and understanding the meaning", his German friend comments with a gentle smile, as he observes the two children. "But I have arranged schedules with Sergeant Moffit and Lieutenant Colonel McLean. As we will undergo a lot of physical training and additional tactical exercises, we will use the day light for these activities and have German courses every second day at 1700 around sundown. I ask you to also help us out as a trainer, unless other duties keep you, Jakob."

The Jewish Lieutenant smiles widely and agrees immediately: "That will be great. Mark wanted to know more about poetry..." Dietrich interrupts him with a stern tone: "We will focus our lessons on understanding the basic grammar and frequently used phrases of every day life as well as relevant military terms. You can have your poetry sessions with Hitchcock on the off days. Corporal Gottschlich has offered to teach Moffit and me Japanese on these other days and you're all invited to join us or take your time off for the one or two hours or practice your German instead, gentlemen." Gotty smiles shyly, but proudly confirms this: "I ... can teach all who want to learn Japanese." Thomas Anaru immediately agrees: "I want to join your lessons. I can also tell you some Maori phrases." Troy scowls, but intercedes: "You're getting a bit ahead of us normal folks there. I guess already learning German will be a damned challenge for me, but I know that it's necessary. You can't imagine how many times I wanted to know what you told your Jerry soldiers, when you caught us or we spied on you. What other stuff will we train during the day?"

The young German Captain meets his gaze directly now, as he replies: "I would have intended to inform you all about our schedule, once Moffit and Hitchcock are back as well, but I suppose they will not join us again today, if they have found the appropriate female company for this evening." Sam grins and adds: "You can bet on that. I doubt we see them again till tomorrow in the morning." Nodding curtly in acknowledgement, Hans tells him sternly: "That won't excuse them from participating in training tomorrow. I want to establish a routine of physical exercises before and training after breakfast, starting at 0700 with the morning exercises." Kevin groans quietly, but shuts up immediately when Hans glares at him sternly. "After breakfast and the physical exercises to warm up the muscles, Corporal Gottschlich will instruct us on his fighting style of karate every day from now on to progress fast enough with the techniques. Also conducting sparring sessions for close range combat and ranged combat training is reasonable to add to this and necessary for our profession."

Troy nods in approval. "Sounds good to me. What about constitution and terrain training?" Dietrich appreciates his professional diligence. "We thought of that as well and would dedicate the afternoon to this. After all those training sessions require longer time for which we will mostly use the remaining daylight. Also, I volunteered you, Private Anaru, and you Privates O'Donnell for additional survival training, considering you the most adequate candidates. Merlin mentioned a special training he has planned around Christmas." The three young men smile widely and nod enthusiastically. "We'll like that, Captain", Thomas assures him. Nodding, Dietrich continues explaining: "I have agreed with our new collaborator on adding instructions for acting and some other spying skills for which Lieutenant Colonel McLean has an expert to train us." "That guy's fishy", Sam growls his assessment. "I neither like nor trust him either, Troy, but we have to cooperate with him, as he is the expert in the field", Hans reminds him. "I advise you all to be cooperative and polite, as he has direct connections to British high command and various factions. Our lives may well depend on whether he will send us aid, when we need it." Troy mutters some Greek curses under his breath, but does not contradict the reasonable assessment.

"Jakob, you in particular will join me for sessions on decryption and encryption of radio messages. You all will participate in basic blocks on codes you should know apart from the morse codes such as semaphores, but the more detailed handling we will teach only to a few experts." "Signs bearing?", Troy mutters what he can deduce from his knowledge of Greek. "What the hack is a semaphore?" "That's the way the navy communicates through flag sings which stand for letters or other signs used for directing trains for example. If you know the signs, you can write down the letters connected to the flag constellations. Even if you don't know the language then, you can pass it on to somebody who does. This is valuable and important for reconnaissance, Troy", Dietrich explains calmly. "It sure is. I had no idea that those flags were letters. I thought they were short commands like your hand signals to your tank crews." "I learned them in the navy", Tully provides. Hans nods. "Excellent, Private. Then you are ahead of your comrades in this regard, but I still wish you to participate for other signs and uncle, the navy admiral taught me along with my cousins in case you're wondering, Troy. I also want Moffit to participate in the specialised training along with me to have a second man in the field as a backup for the encryption and decryption of our own or enemy messages, should we be able to acquire code books again. Would anybody else of you wish to volunteer for this?"

"Aye, Captain", Daniel O'Donnell agrees and steps forward, while his brother stares at him incredulously and mutters: "Are you looney, Danny?" Ignoring his brother, the Australian declares: "I'd like to learn some more about that. I've always liked puzzles and that sounds really fascinating." Dietrich nods, as he mutters: "Excellent, Private. You're going to join us. Don't worry, each of you will receive specialised training in some additional skills. Pettigrew, I would have liked to send you to the specialised training for building, improvising and defusing explosives. That appeared most fitting to me. And possibly handling different types of vehicles including light and heavy tanks." Tully smiles widely, as he nods. "Thanks, Cap. I'd like all that." "I thought you would. Who else would be volunteering for this?", Hans inquires. "I'm in", Kevin agrees. "So am I", Troy comments with a wide grin. "That's music to my ears. Then we can finally handle those tanks properly, if we have to commandeer one again." Dietrich pinches his nose, but nods. "Given that we have several Tiger tanks available now, I can actually instruct you all with genuine German tanks in addition to the American and British ones", Dietrich offers "You're brilliant, Captain. What would we do without you?", Troy comments, as he squeezes his friend's shoulder gently.

"We will all receive some basic training starting from tomorrow, but when I ask you to volunteer it will be the additional training for creating specialisations, as we cannot train everyone equally well with every skill", Hans explains. "That's smart, Captain", Sam agrees. "It was as much Merlin's idea as mine", the German tells him, before adding with a sly tone: "And just to inform you, Sherlock is my official codename from now on, when dealing with him." Kevin grins widely. "I knew it. I told them that's the best nickname for you. You're the smartest guy and best bloody investigator we've ever had as an officer." "I doubt that", Dietrich deflects a bit awkwardly. "But I'm grateful for your compliment, Private. Your tales appear to have been very convincing, as Lieutenant Colonel McLean has offered me training in basic forensics." "He wants you among the MP?", Troy asks with suspicion. "No. He considers it relevant for retrieving evidence, but also for planting false trails for enemy investigators", the German officer explains. "I'll definitely leave that to you and Jack, Captain. I know, when I'm out of my depths with the smartass league", Troy comments with a smile, while Dietrich glares at him a bit indignantly.

"We will all receive basic acting lessons, but we will have experts for creating disguises, ranging from tailoring clothes to applying makeup", the German tells them with a stern tone, not deeming Sam's comment worthy of a reply. "I'd like to do some more tailoring", Thomas offers. "And Hitch would probably like handling clothes and makeup as well, given that he's such a peacock", Troy comments with a grin. Jakob Silberblatt smiles widely, as he adds: "Finally, I've a military activity and training I believe I will absolutely enjoy. Thank you, Hans." Gottschlich looks a little forlorn, as he inquires: "Is there anything I can do, Captain?" "Yes, Corporal. I want you to join Sergeant Moffit, Lieutenant Silberblatt and me for the training on forging documents in addition to learning to tailor and apply disguises", Dietrich tells him. Gotty gapes at him with an incredulous expression. "It will be important for infiltrating enemy bases and operating behind enemy lines to create believable documents", Hans explains, understanding that this violates the young man's notion of honor. "Also, since you are among the most dextrous of men, I want to to join me in the training for opening locks and stealthily removing objects from well-oberserved places or another person's body." Troy laughs heartily. "You finally get trained as a full-scale pick pocket and cat burglar and want the kid to join you as well?" The young half-Japanese soldier looks scandalised by the way the Sergeant has formulated it and Dietrich glares at him. "None of us is a pick pocket or cat burglar, Troy, even if we learn picking locks and pockets for strategical reasons."

"I'd like to learn that as well", Kevin O'Donnell volunteers. "Me too", Thomas Anaru agrees and Tully also steps forward, uttering: "Yeah, Cap." "Wonderful. The more criminally incriminating the skills I offer to train the more volunteers I get", Hans comments with dry sarcasm, shaking his head slightly. "Hey, Captain. We're the Rat Patrol in case you forgot", Sam reminds him with a wide grin, patting the young officer on the shoulder. "How could I ever forget that?", Hans asks with irony. "With nothing to keep us from forming a criminal syndicate, I will inform you all of our detailed schedule in the morning after breakfast. My intention is to use the morning for physical training and first training sessions of the skills we can cover within our own unit. At noon, Ahmed, the Arab boy you met today who is my local informant should provide me with information about the minefield where the boy whose father approached me today got mortally injured. I agreed with Lieutenant Colonel McLean that not only will the Allied forces take care of clearing it, as it is a danger for soldiers and civilians alike this close to the city, but also will we participate to learn handling and defusing mines hands on in the field." Troy smiles with honest sympathy for the German officer. "I sometimes forget what a decent guy you are, Dietrich. That's a smart way of combining our training with avoiding such accidents for other kids in the future." Hans nods to him in appreciation, even tolerating the horrible pronunciation of his name.

"I suppose this settles it for our training. We will all receive basic training in all disciplines, but the specialists will receive additional training in certain subfields which will be likely held in parallel, making it hard to choose more than two or three specialisations", the German officer declares patiently. "Looks like you got a lot more to do than any of us though", Troy declares, narrowing his eyes. "I will be in more enemy contact than any of you, as I have both the knowledge of the language, the behaviour and the military background for impersonating a German or Italian officer as well as skills for retrieving information or gaining access to certain locations", Dietrich replies with a scowl. "That's extremely risky for you, Hans", Jakob protests, worried about his friend. "But that's what they actually need a German defector for and where I will be better suited than any of you", the young Captain counters stubbornly. "Your training should provide you with the skills to not only work as my backup, but function in coordination independently to either provide me with distractions or allow me to be the distraction or bluff to allow you access to enemy premises for conducting your missions." "That subtle stuff is definitely your thing, Captain. I'm all in for being your backup though", Troy declare vehemently. "We won't let you go behind German lines without having a plan of getting you out again."

"That's what I need Moffit to learn German pronuniciation better and Gottschlich to improve the language well enough to play the role of a quiet young soldier believably." Gottschlich looks at him intently now, as he bows deeply and places his right palm above his heart for a solemn vow. "I swear to you that I will not disappoint you, Captain Dietrich dono. I will do my best to learn well from you and the others and fend for you with my life." The young officer bows to him as well, but insists vehemently: "Thank you. Arigatou gozaimasu. I am deeply honored, but would never want you to throw away your life for mine, Corporal Gottschlich. I want your word that you will not sacrifice your life for me unnecessarily." Riku Gottschlich is truly reluctant to give such a promise, but finally does so, although he looks tormented. "We swear to you though that we'll not let you or any of our comrades down, whenever there's still a chance, Captain", Troy insists of providing as his solemn vow which the others quickly agree with. Seeing that the young officer is about to protest, Sam grabs his left shoulder and looks him in the eyes with earnest resoluteness. "Don't even consider protesting, Captain! Just 'cause you think you're not gonna make it, doesn't mean that's true or we'll not try to work against such odds." The Sergeant again notes the desperation in the younger man's eyes at this declaration which he has already observed before during his episodes of fatalistic realism caused by battle fatigue or him still suffering from the aftermath of SS torture he has already been subjected to twice.

"Hans!", the Jewish orphan shouts, as he returns from outside and comes over to sit at his brother's side again. An exhausted brown dog trots along with Ari and drops onto Dietrich's boot rather unceremoniously. "Fritz definitely needs more training, if he is already exhausted", the German Captain argues, quickly changing his tormented expression into a smile, as he wraps his arm around the child's shoulders, when the boy nestles against his side. Unlike a few weeks ago, the skinny officer is not trying to actively risk his life, subconsciously trying to get himself killed, but he still has an utterly pessimistic and fatalistic perspective on the war and his personal survival, Troy considers. How to get him out of it is not clear, but at least the stubborn Captain has not protested against his vow, also because Ari has interrupted him. Saving his own skin by selling out his army, his men and his believes is the last thing anyone can accuse Dietrich of. But how to get him out his current mindset that he will die on one of their missions is another question.

"It's already nine in the evening", Jakob Silberblatt's voice reminds them all. "Fritz is quite justified to be tired." "Yeah, poor Fritz. Not everyone's running around the clock nonstop like you, Captain", Troy adds, patting the dog's back. As if to prove his point, Bastet also comes toddling over to her human caregiver over the table where Kiri has placed her for playing. Without warning the kitten simply drops on the table in front of Hans and curls up into a ball, intent to sleep as well. "That's a rather clear message, I suppose", the German Captain comments dryly. "Yeah, even the little cat's supporting us for once", Sam agrees, looking at the small furry ball with slight wariness. "Just wait until she will join the officer's ranks before you, Troy", the younger man teases him with a smile. "She's perfectly qualified for annoying the brass without suffering. I've learned my lesson today", Sam grumbles. "I should enjoy your self-reflective attitude a bit longer, while it still lasts", Hans mutters with an amused expression. "You're a Jerry smartass, Dietrich. But that's what we like you for", Troy counters, squeezing his friend's shoulder. After flinching away from such touch a few weeks ago only, the young officer has become used to the American's manner of expressing his comradery and friendship without much complaint. Maybe they can get something similar working for his self-desctructive attitude. Seeing Jakob Silberblatt eyeing his friend with clear concern as well, Sam decides that they definitely should take the Captain's longterm friend along for any such plans.

"Ari, you will go with Jakob, so you get used to spending the night in his room rather than mine", Hans meanwhile addresses the Jewish orphan who looks absolutely sad. Seeing that the child is about to protest, the German Captain raises his finger and admonishes: "You promised me and Jakob that you would comply. It is important that you learn to stay with somebody else, as I will have to leave more often on missions soon." The Jewish boy nods despondently, muttering quietly: "Will you come back, Hans?" Dietrich flinches at the question and his expression briefly is tormented, before he gets it back under control. "I promise you that I will try my best to come back", he finally manages to get out. They all know that there is no guarantee for any of them to return from their missions, but at least his promise should provide the German Captain with some drive to do that. Sam feels almost a bit more relaxed now that he has heard this, even if the young officer's attitude has been quite obvious. Ari insists on hugging his caregiver one last time, before wishing him a good night, as he leaves with Jakob Silberblatt.

"Kiri, would you go with Thomas Anaru and Riku Gottschlich to the nurses, as he needs to get his injuries checked anyways?", the German asks the Bedouin girl. Kiri looks at the Maori with his strange facial tattoos she still considers really ugly, before looking at the young half-Japanese Corporal who tries to smile a bit shyly. "Okay, Ioannes", the Bedouin girl finally declares, trying to suppress a yawn to not appear as tired as she is. "Thank you, Kiri. Good night. And tell auntie Lisa and auntie Deirdre that I'm very grateful to them!" Kiri beams at him. "They will like that... grateful. What does it mean, Ioannes?" Hans chuckles quietly. "It means I want to thank them and think very highly of what they do." The girl nods, then smiles, as she repeats: "Grateful. I like that." They all smile at her words. Like Ari, Kiri insists on hugging her caregiver, wishing him a good night, before leaving with the two young soldiers. To Dietrich's surprise, Tully steps up to him and whispers conspiratorially: "I'll follow them to keep an eye on Tommy and Gotty." The German Captain appears briefly baffled by the offer, but nods. "Make sure that they reach their rooms safely. And Pettigrew... no grenades on the base!" Tully shifts his matchstick, as he smiles and nods. "Sure, Cap."

"What the hack are you two conspiring about?", Troy asks incredulously. "Watching our comrades with ... a special background", Hans replies cautiously, as he picks up the sleeping kitten that protests for a few seconds, before curling up on his arm again. Fritz heaves a suffering sigh, as he has to stand up, but trots along his master's left boot, when he turns to leave the room. Sam is absolutely dumbstruck for a second. "Since when is Tully thinking about such stuff?" The German Captain smiles wryly, as he replies with irony: "Maybe I am a good influence after all." "You definitely are, Captain", Sam comments with a grin. "Except for Hitchcock and his notion of fidelity", Hans counters. "Even Jesus himself couldn't change him so easily", Troy explains with a grin. "Maybe his wildcat Lisa will though. She's pushy and relentless enough for that." "She's definitely not a woman I'd dare to cross too often, if I were him", Hans agrees. "She's still nothing like this blond devil of a head nurse", Sam declares. "No, but she might draw Major Timberlake on her side and then Hitchcock can only hope for mercy", Hans comments sarcastically. "And you're well advised to not cross the Major either, Troy." "Yeah, I've seen what she was like with you, even though you're the tame, polite and well-behaved one. That woman is a real amazon", Sam grumbles. "You haven't met nurse Olson yet. She is a valkyrie who could have emerged right out of the Nordic sagas", Hans tells him, shuddering a bit at the memory. "She managed to scare Marcello into silence just by scolding me and that's an actual feat." "I leave handling the nurses to you, Captain. In spite of everything, you're still their favorite", Troy comments. "How did you put it? I'm the polite and well-behaved one", the German Captain answers with a sly tone and mischievous smile, continuing to lead the way through the hallways to the officer's quarters.

"Hold Bastet for a moment please, so I can unlock my door!", Dietrich suddenly tells Troy. Reluctantly Sam takes the baby cat that barely stirs in its sleep. Like this, the kitten is actually cute and not annoying. Still dogs are the better and more loyal friends. Fritz proves Sam's thoughts by entering the German Captain's room first and curling up under his bed, as if he has always lived here. Hans takes Bastet back from Troy and places her gently on the bed, next to his pillow, rescuing his pyjamas right afterwards. "I still need to retrieve my clothes from the laundry. I can't walk around in Boggs' clothes all the time", he mutters quietly. "I'll join you. We need to pick up ours as well and it's better if you get help for carrying." "Thanks for being my pack mule, Troy", Hans tells him with irony, but also honest gratitude. "You're welcome. Now I heard why you're such a good negotiator for prices, when you told your donkey story. You didn't play such a drama in the bar thoday though." Dietrich grins with amusement. "It wasn't necessary. But now you know why Moffit simply isn't as good at this. It's against his stiff and formal British upbringing." "And he has no Hollywood relations like you, Captain", Sam teases his friend who has to fight hard to resist the urge to roll his eyes. "Tell me, when you want me to sign Christmas cards to your mother, Troy", Hans counters sarcastically. Both grin upon remembering the episode with one of Boggs' unit's Privates. "You earned your prank award fair and square for this one. We still gotta give you something for that." "You've already invited me to a beer per award, Troy. That's fair enough for me", Dietrich replies calmly. "That was a friend's invitation, not the official award of the unit for the best prankster of the month November and December, unless the boys still come up with something better than your shirt prank." "It wasn't a prank, but an honest missunderstanding", Hans protests indignantly. "Missleading half the soldiers and officers of the base into quarreling whether you serve in the British or American army. It's still hilarious", Sam counters with a grin. Dietrich sighs wearily, deciding to drop or rather change the topic.

"I also need your help for a delicate mission which you might actually consider a prank by your standards, Troy, namely getting my informant a fair payment tomorrow. After I saw how ridiculously little the Lieutenant Colonel gave the boy, I want to stand by my promise to invite him to lunch. Since it doesn't look like I will receive any salary in time to actually buy him a lunch in a local kitchen by noon tomorrow, as I promised, we need to smuggle him into the mess hall and get him food there", Hans explains his plans quietly. "Now I know why Tully likes you and Hitch adores you. That could be one of their prank ideas. Any suggestions, Captain Sherlock?", Troy comments with a grin. "Ahmed is a few years older than Ari, but scrawny and malnourished as an orphan living on the streets for years. We could present him as Ari for anybody merely looking from afar. You just need to play along and retrieve the food for him and me like you usually would", the German Captain explains. "Excellent. I'll swear the rest of the gang in. How do you keep the boy off though?", Troy asks. "I will ask for support from the nurses in this regard to let Ari and Kiri join them for lunch", Hans replies. "It's actually smart to be the nurses' favorite, Captain", Sam agrees. "I'll tell Tully to organise a kaftan we can use as a disguise, something like the white overly large shirt Ari usually wears." Dietrich smiles. "Excellent idea. Thank you, Troy. I knew I could count on you for helping the boy." "You're a good guy to give a starving kid a good meal instead of a worthless dime, Captain. That's totally worth supporting", Sam comments with a friendly smile, patting his friend on the shoulder.

Retrieving their clothes is fairly simple, but the German officer is absolutely grateful to receive Troy's help for carrying, as his shoulder immediately starts hurting, when picking up his sets of uniforms. Noticing the younger officer's wince, Sam takes over, vehemently insisting on helping his friend. When they return to Dietrich's room, they find a package wrapped in brown paper in front of the door. "Watch out! It could be some explosive from that Jerry Major who hates you", the Sergeant warns warily, as the Captain crouches to read the label attached to the package which reads: "A bit of reading material for an interested colleague. Merlin" "It's from our friend, the court wizard", Hans comments dryly, as he moves his fingers cautiously over the outside layers, feeling the ridges of the backs of books or the pages leaving a gap. "Who?", Troy growls, as he shifts the clothes in his arms to be able to draw his gun if needed. "Merlin", the young officer answers with an exasperated sigh. "Don't drop my clothes to shoot my books, Troy!"

"You're really Jack's fitting friend, Captain Sherlock", Sam grumbles. "I'd knock that guy over the head, if he'd send me a dozen books." "In that sense the pen is mightier than the sword even in your hands, Sergeant", Hans comments with irony. "You can carry your books yourself, Captain Smartass, if you continue with comments like this", Troy snaps. "You're quite a sensitive soul, Sergeant, almost like dear Horus, the falcon", the German continues to tease him. Troy glares at the younger man indignantly and growls: "Don't you dare compare me to that monster!" Dietrich smirks, as he counters: "I'd never compare you to monsters, Troy. A falcon is considered one of the most noble animals though among most people." "Not for me... at least not that Horus beast", Sam grumbles. "Calm down, Troy! I have no intention to offend you. Let's go inside, since I have some reading ahead of me, as it looks", Dietrich comments wryly. Still muttering under his breath, Troy brings the German Captain's uniforms inside and holds them, while Dietrich hangs his jackets in the cupboard, before turning to fold his shirts and trousers meticulously, even if he winces several times, because he has to use his injured arm. "That looked nicely folded to me", the American Sergeant mutters. "I have been brought up with certain standards which I started to learn at the age of four, unlike most who were confronted with such military discipline when enlisted into the army", the German comments without even looking up. Baffled, Troy tries to imagine the Captain as a scrawny child folding clothes under the strict gaze of the stern looking military officer he remembers from the photo Jack has shown them after looting Dietrich's file from the SS.

Since it is not a very pleasant image, he rather focuses on the current situation at hand, where the young officer struggles to keep the kitten off his clothes, after Bastet has woken up from the commotion and tries to gain his attention by walking straight on top of everything to receive her cuddles. Although this is the Captain's self-induced predicament for saving the damned little cat in the first place, Sam finally takes some mercy on him and picks up the meowing fur ball that starts purring contently, as soon as he pets her head. Of course, it will never be as reliable as a dog, but somehow he understands why Dietrich and Moffit like the kitten in the first place, when it rubs its little head against his hand. "Thank you, Troy", Dietrich tells him with earnest gratitude, once he is finished with his work. "You can hand her to me now." Almost sorry to let go of the little critter, Sam hands Bastet over to the German who gently scratches her back and head, before setting her back down on his bed. "Meow!", Bastet protests. "Bleib hier, Bastet!", Hans tells her to stay, crouching before the bed to pet her once more which Bastet sees as an invitation to rub her head and back against his outstretched hand again.

Leaving the Captain to take care of his kitten, Sam picks up the heavy package of books and carries it inside. The young officer directs him to place it on a table, leaving Bastet on his bed in spite of her protesting meows. Then he asks for the Sergeant's combat knife to carefully cut through the paper without scratching the books. "Concepts of the Analysis of Handwriting", Hans reads the first title. "What the hack?", Sam growls. "Apparently this is my first delve into forensics", the Captain mutters. "Permutations, combinatorics and number theory", Troy reads another title. "What the hack is that?" "Mathematics. Permutations and combinatorics are the maths behind card games and lottery wins", Hans comments dryly. "You can definitely keep those, Captain Maths Smartass. I already get a headache just looking at this", the American Sergeant groans. "Don't be ridiculous, Troy. Intellectual stimulus has never hurt anybody's brain", Dietrich scolds him. "That could've been Moffit's line. I can't tell you how grateful I am that you chose Jack and Jakob to join you with this maths horror", Sam assures his friend. "I'm not sure whether Daniel O'Donnell knew what he has volunteered for, but will leave him the chance to opt out, if this proves to be too much. I know my men's strengths and weaknesses mostly by now and I have no intention of tormenting anybody with what they absolutely despise", Hans replies calmly. "As I told the British brass, you're the best officer I've ever known, Captain", Troy tells his friend. "Have fun with your maths and crime books!" "I will", the German officer comments dryly. "Goodnight, Troy!" "Night, Captain", Sam mutters. "I'm glad your place looks quite safe." "It is, Sergeant. No need for any traps or tripwire", the Captain comments dryly.

Once Troy has left him, Dietrich takes care of diligently unpacking the books and sorting them by topic, splitting the forensics and the encryption books which mostly include instructions on decryption for British and American communication officers. Fritz keeps snoring under his bed, while Bastet has occupied his pillow again and curled up into a ball to sleep as well. Turning back to his work at hand, Hans starts reading the first forensics book which sounds the most basic. His attention is actually taken by the first chapter explaining how in 1854 the British medic John Snow has found the source of a cholera outbreak in London through geographically drawing the places on a map and concluding which common water pump has been utilized by the diseased through analysis of the frequency of dots. That is actually a useful method for systematically drawing conclusions on positions of enemy facilities or hideouts. Although his right shoulder hurts slightly, Hans diligently takes notes and draws sketches, sometimes switching to his left hand to continue writing without pain.

Two hours later, he decides to get a quick shower and then turn in for the day. Bastet is fairly unhappy that the human demands his pillow back, but settles for curling up on the Captain's stomach, purring loudly, as he pets her head, until they both drift off to sleep.

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The episode of the swimming contest in Kiel appears in "Change of Ways". The medics refer to several of the episodes of "Change of Ways" and "The Volpacchiotto Raid".