Changed Ways in North Africa

by The Ravenwolf

Following directly where "Change of Ways" has left off, this story follows Dietrich and his enlarged Rat Patrol into Tobruk and a new type of war for all of them in North Africa.

13. Choose your poison

Moumen approaches the gate and notices the commotion inside as well as the street boy Ahmed lurking nearby. Intimidated and at a loss of what to do, he consults the other informant of the European officer. After conversing for a short while, they agree on trying their luck with the gate guards. The men point their guns at the two teenagers who cautiously raise their arms. "Hauptmann", Ahmed tries his luck, but only earns a suspicious glare, and he hears a clicking sound as the rifle is pointed at him in a menacing manner. "Hans Dietrich", Moumen tries to appease the foreign soldier. Almedin flaps his wings and croaks: "Sam Troy." The gate guards look confused now, but call one of the LRDP officers in charge of searching the courtyard. Lieutenant Carlos approaches with a wary expression. "What's going on?" "Sam Troy", Almedin croaks first, trying his chance with this new uniformed person to get a reward. "Hans Dietrich", the circus acrobat adds timidly. The American officer looks absolutely confused now and calls Pettigrew to help them out and explain who they are. The Private from Kentucky shifts his matchstick casually and replies: "Cap's Arab kids. He gives them food for intel." Pointing at Moumen, he adds: "He showed us some acrobatics tricks. Good with handling critters too." The loud sounds of camels and donkeys behind them brings an idea to Tully's mind. "Let them handle all the animals! Then they're useful while waiting for Cap." Carlos considers this briefly and nods in agreement. "You're responsible for them. Show them what to do, Private!" Tully merely nods in response and turns to the two Arabs. "Come along!", he declares, waving his arm in an unmistakable gesture to follow him.

Even though they do not understand a single word spoken, they can understand the gesture and both Ahmed and Moumen come along cautiously, observing their surroundings with worried gazes. Western soldiers and their vehicles are mixed between dozens of camels, donkeys, mules and a few horses. Countless crates and saddle bags are placed in the center where soldiers search through them. The whole scene looks as chaotic as the bazaar on a busy day. "You - care - camel", Tully speaks slowly and points at the boys, then at the animal which glares at them with an annoyed expression as if feeling personally offended to have to suffer through all of this. Moumen stares at him a bit dumbstruck, trying to figure out what he wants with the camel, as Ahmed whispers to him: "*I think he wants us to watch the animals.*" The acrobat looks a bit surprised, but shrugs. "*I know how to handle animals.*" The younger street boy is a bit more nervous now. "*I don't. We only had a goat when I was much smaller and my parents were still alive, but my mother always handled it.*" Moumen smiles. "*I'll show you. It's easy.*" Then, he motions the younger boy to take the bridle of the camel and starts shouting orders most beasts of burden are trained to. Contently, Tully nods and mutters behind his matchstick: "Good kids." Then, he turns back to checking the surroundings for any signs of a German ambush or further trouble.

Troy and Dietrich are led to the first interrogation room by a British soldier who salutes in a respectful manner to the bruised young officer. The man they are to interrogate is the one who has attempted to blow up the courtyard. "Do you want a guard with you, Captain?", the British soldier inquires. Dietrich shakes his head. "Leave your guards outside! Sergeant Troy should perfectly suffice as my protector, should the man be stupid enough to try anything after already having been caught and beaten by my men." Troy cracks his knuckles, demonstrating unmistakably that he is willing to jump into action at any time to protect his commanding officer. The British soldier salutes diligently to the skinny Captain. "As you wish, Sir. Private Lewis and Roberts will remain outside, should you need them." The German officer salutes back with military politeness and diligence. "Thank you, Corporal." Then, he motions for the first Private to open the door for him, nodding wordlessly in acknowledgement, as the man complies. "Stay alert, gentlemen!", Hans reminds both guards outside, as he has a kind of dejavu of countless prison cells he has entered as a German Hauptmann. Whenever Sam Troy has been nearby this has proved nothing but trouble and escapes to expect in spite of any guard's vigilance. But the American Sergeant is on his own side now, a friend Hans can trust blindly to watch his back and jump to his aid which he appreciates for the interrogation to come.

Dietrich enters the cell with a determined stride, slowly enough to remain vigilant and not be jumped or taken by surprise, while appearing proud and dignified at the same time. However, he need not have worried about the German agent attempting to attack him, as he has been chained to the chair he is currently sitting in, leaving him only a radius of a meter for moving away. Full of distrust, the American Sergeant glowers at the dark-haired bearded man whose split lip and black eye bear the legacy of his fight against Anaru. Hans looks closely at his face and can discern the European features and brownish skin color similar to the one he has seen on the previous day, artificially colored with walnut oil. Thus, he takes the gamble and addresses the man sharply in German: "Wer sind Sie? Und kommen Sie mir nicht mit fadenscheinigen Ausreden, nachdem Sie versucht haben, alles hier in die Luft zu jagen!" Dietrich can tell immediately that the other understands him and is baffled by the sharp way of being addressed. His own accent marks Hans as a native German from the North of the country after all. The Abwehr agent stares at the tall lean officer with the American uniform for a few moments, before his eyes widen and he mutters: "Sie sind Dietrich." The young Captain smiles wryly, as he takes a seat opposite their prisoner with the small table placed there for this purpose separating them, while Troy takes a position at his friend's side which leaves him close enough to grab the other German should he attack. "Ja, ich bin Captain Hans Dietrich", the lean officer with the bruised face purposefully uses his English rank title to make a point about serving in the U.S. Army now. "Selbst wenn wir das nach den üblichen Regeln spielen, erwarte ich mir Name, Rang und Dienstnummer von Ihnen, Soldat!" The German agent narrows his eyes, when the former Wehrmacht Hauptmann demands his name, rank and serial number, citing the usual rules of the game with dry irony. "Teller, Richard. Leutnant", he finally growls his response.

"Sie sind sehr arabisch hergerichtet, Leutnant Teller", Dietrich points out his Arabic appearance with irony. "Sie waren zuständig, einen der Ablenkungskonvois zu kommandieren." At the remark that he has been responsible for one of the distraction convoys, Teller stares at him open-mouthed. "Wie haben Sie...?" As soon as he realizes that he has given too much away, answering the Captain's indirect question clearly, he shuts his mouth again. With his sly expression, which Sam Troy recognizes from many of his traps, Hans continues speaking in a silky voice: "Und dann versuchen Sie auch noch eine Ihrer Bomben mitten in unserem Hof zu zünden, nachdem meine Männer sie entschärft haben, und lassen sich von einem verwundeten Maori Soldaten überwältigen. Major Ingelheimer kann nicht sehr zufrieden mit Ihnen sein, wenn er unsere Darstellung liest, die er bestimmt abfangen wird. Wenn wir dann noch anführen, was Sie uns alles preisgegeben haben..." His tone is relaxed, almost amused as he presents the man's failures, trying to detonate a bomb which has already been diffused, being overwhelmed by a wounded Maori soldier. When Dietrich mentions Major Ingelheimer being quite discontent, when he will intercept the report, especially when he will read about all the information the Leutnant has revealed, the German agent jumps to his feet in spite of being held back by the cuff around his wrist.

Within a split second Sam Troy grabs the enemy officer around the throat, drawing his gun in a single swift motion and pointing it at the prisoner's head, while growling menacingly at the man: "Don't even try, kraut!" "Loslassen, bitte. Please stop!", the Abwehr Lieutenant pleads rather desperately to be set free, trying in vain to loosen the American's grip around his throat with his one free hand. Hans rises slowly and deliberately steps closer to the man without giving an order to Troy except for a hand signal to not pull the trigger. The Captain can read the rising fear in the Leutnant's eyes, whether he is more afraid of himself, Troy or Ingelheimer is hard to tell however. When he notices the German officer gasping for breath, Hans finally intervenes. "Easy, Sergeant. Don't strangle him! I guess that Leutnant Teller has something to tell us, don't you, Leutnant?" His last question is asked in a lurking tone. "Bitte, haben Sie Erbarmen, Dietrich", Teller pleads for mercy. "Welches Erbarmen, welche Gnade hätten Sie mit den Männern, Frauen und Kindern in diesem Komplex gehabt, wenn Sie ihn wirklich gesprengt hätten? Wagen Sie es nicht, um Gnade zu winseln, Teller! Erzählen Sie mir, was Ihre Befehle waren!", Dietrich changes his tone suddenly, as he bellows in his angry command tone, catching the Leutnant completely off guard. His harsh words to not dare to beg for mercy when he would have had none with the men, women and children at the base he would have killed, if he would have blown up the bomb, finally get through. The Captain's demand to hear his orders is met with no resistance, especially when Troy tightens his grip again slightly at his young commander's angry tone.

"Ich hatte den Befehl, die Ablenkung zu kommandieren, wie Sie gesagt haben, Herr Hauptmann. Wir sollten uns als Araber ausgeben, um dann die Bombe zu zünden, wenn wir verhaftet werden", Richard Teller confesses to the suicidal plan of luring the Americans in, only to blow up the bomb in their midst. "Nennen Sie mir die Namen Ihrer Männer und beschreiben Sie sie, bevor sie als Spione und Kommandosoldaten ohne Erkennungsmarke erschossen werden!", Dietrich demands the names and description of his men, before they are shot as spies and commandos without tags. Teller has actually given up, as he starts reciting names, ranks and serial numbers of his men which even Troy immediately recognises as the type of information this is, while Hans takes diligent notes of everything. "Wohin wollten Sie aufbrechen?", he asks, but the Leutnant shakes his head, refusing to share anything else. "Sie haben uns bereits sehr viel mitgeteilt. Wenn Major Ingelheimer all das liest wird er Sie genauso hinrichten lassen, wie den italienischen Spion", Dietrich reminds him that after telling them so much already, Ingelheimer would have him killed just like the Italian spy. Teller sobs a bit desperately, before whimpering: "Bitte, Hauptmann Dietrich. Ich weiß es wirklich nicht, da es immer Teil des Plans war, dass wir gefangen genommen werden. Wir sollten nichts verraten können." Hans nods in a thoughtful manner, but actually believes him that he has not been informed about their final destination, as it has always been part of the plan that the Leutnant along with his men would be captured. "Ich glaube Ihnen, Leutnant Teller. Ich werde die Alliierten Offiziere über Ihre Aussage und Kooperationswilligkeit informieren", he assures the prisoner that he will inform the Allied officers about his statement and willingness to cooperate.

"Troy, we're finished here. Let him go!", Dietrich finally tells his Sergeant who obeys a bit reluctantly. The Leutnant is relieved to be able to breathe properly again and withdraws with his free arm raised defensively as far as the chain binding him to the chair allows him. "Danke, Leutnant Teller. Sie haben uns sehr geholfen", the German Captain thanks him with grim sarcasm for helping them a lot. Then, he signals his Sergeant to open the door for them, leaving before Troy who slams the cell door shut behind them. As soon as they have exited the cell, Sam wants to know: "What did he tell you?" "He basically confessed to the distraction maneuver and the plan of being arrested only to blow up our command post", Hans replies grimly. "And the names he gave you?", Sam asks with furrowed brows. "The names of his men and their descriptions", Hans answers coolly. "That spineless kraut coward. Giving away his men when you haven't even threatened him", the American Sergeant bellows angrily, indignant even though he is not the one betrayed. "I threatened him, Troy. I told him that I would write how much information he has given us into the report which I expect Major Ingelheimer to intercept. He is much more afraid of his commanding officer than of us." Troy grins at his friend. "Now I understand your sly expression far better. You're a wily fox, Captain." Dietrich smirks, as he replies dryly: "I suppose the Lieutenant would correct you that I'm definitely a Rat." Sam laughs, as he pats the younger man's shoulder in a companionable manner. "You definitely are one of us, Dietrich."

Hans proves that he still is a diligent German officer by training as well, when he calls the Sergeant in charge to lead him to Captain Boggs who is the officer responsible for the first identification of the prisoners. "Captain Dietrich, what happened?", James Boggs wonders, when he sees the younger man approaching with a grim looking Sergeant Troy in tow, following behind him like a well-trained attack dog, ready to tear anybody apart who threatens his master. "Leutnant Teller, the prisoner I interrogated, provided me with a list of names and descriptions of his men, disguised as Arabs, including their ranks and serial numbers in the Wehrmacht. He wants them to be treated as regular POWs and not shot as spies", the skinny German explains calmly. "How did you get this information so quickly?", the older Captain asks to which his second in command replies with a sly smile. "Did you forget that I'm Merlin's apprentice for magical tricks?" Seeing James Boggs' dumbstruck expressions he adds in a more moderate tone: "I told him we'd lie on the official reports, stating how much information he'd given to us and implied that we'd then wait for Major Ingelheimer to do the dirty work of torturing and killing him for us." The American Captain shakes his head. "You're really Merlin's worthy apprentice." Dietrich smirks. "I've pulled such tricks before even knowing him." Troy adds with a grin: "I can vouch for that." Boggs sighs. "Let me rephrase it then. You're really the worthy commander of the Rat Patrol." Sam grins widely, as he pats the skinny German's shoulder. "See. Even Boggsy agrees with what I've been telling you for weeks now." "This is the one thing you absolutely agree on with Abwehr as well, Troy", Hans comments dryly. The older American Captain glares at the application of the inappropriate nickname, an annoying habit Sergeant Troy has adopted ever since applying similar nicknames to his young German commanding officer who interrupts his thoughts, as he suggests: "Let's check out these names, Captain Boggs!"

Splitting up, the two teams of Boggs with Gottschlich and Dietrich with Troy diligently check all the cells holding their various prisoners to identify the ones belonging to Leutnant Teller's unit. Sam stays close behind his commanding officer, constantly focused on protecting the younger man from any potential threats. The skinny German bears enough bruises already. No further should be added while he watches over his friend. Another soldier, approaching to address the Captain, interrupts their procedure after ten minutes. "Sir, General Atkins wishes you to come to the cell with his prisoner immediately." Hans frowns, but nods and holds out the sheet with the names of German agents. "Bring this to Captain Boggs and tell him that he has to continue with this list to identify the remaining men, Private! I will go to the General immediately", Dietrich orders sternly, saluting to the young British soldier who responds likewise, takes the list and marches off to search for Captain Boggs.

General Atkins and Jakob Silberblatt await them in front of the cell. "This particular prisoner insists on speakingonly with you", the American General declares, while twirling his moustache with a thoughtful expression. "Who is he, Sir?", Dietrich inquires. "Their Captain from what he has told us. You have more talent and patience for this verbal game of cat and mouse, Captain. I will let you conduct this interrogation. Having your trusted Sergeant with you is absolutely necessary now." The skinny German Captain salutes diligently in acceptance of his orders. "I will try my best, Sir." "Should we continue with the interrogation of your prisoner instead?", Atkins asks, but the younger officer shakes his head. "No, Sir. I was already finished with that, after Lieutenant Teller provided me with a list of names and descriptions of his men to keep them from being executed as spies. I was helping Captain Boggs identify the men, when you called me." The older American General looks thoughtful, as he inquires: "If he was this cooperative, why didn't you question him any further?" Dietrich bristles slightly, sensing the distrust behind the inquiry. "I wasn't trying to ignore a valuable source of information, but there was no further immediately relevant intelligence to learn from the man, since I believe him that nobody informed the Lieutenant about further targets and locations, when he was intended to be captured and likely die while striking against our base." Atkins regards him for a few moments, before admitting: "That is reasonable, Captain. We will turn to the next man on our list. I expect your report as soon as you are finished with this prisoner." Dietrich salutes diligently, adding: "Yes, Sir." Then, he motions for Troy to come with him.

The Abwehr Hauptmann scrutinizes Dietrich, when the skinny bruised defector enters with a menacing looking Sergeant Troy at his side. The man looks too emaciated to appear healthy and the dark bruises visible on his face tell a clear story. "Sie sind der einzige mit dem ich sprechen will, Hauptmann Dietrich." Hans frowns, when the agent declares that he is only willing to speak with him, wondering about his motives and how he intends to trick him. "Fangen wir doch mit Ihrem Namen an, Hauptmann Schinderhannes. Wie heißen Sie wirklich?" The man just sneers, but remains silent when asked about his true name. "Wie haben Sie uns gefunden?", he instead asks in return how they have found them. Now Dietrich smirks at him with a sly expression. "Wir haben da diesen Zauberer Merlin und seine magische Kristallkugel." The Abwehr agent glares at the ironic comment that they have their wizard Merlin and his magical crystal ball. But Hans has no intention to give away or even hint at his informants.

Sam Troy meanwhile tries to listen and understand something, but fails mostly which is frustrating and darkening his mood even further. For the first time, he realizes the importance of revising vocabulary and the relevance of taking notes during Dietrich's long classes, as the German Captain provides them with a lot of information which Troy notices that he has not been able to retain as well as he would have wished, like he has in his teenage days. Just being around the young officer does not miraculously transfer his language knowledge onto his surroundings. He has to make an actual effort instead. All this makes him glower darkly at the insolent Abwehr officer who apparently annoys his friend, telling from his scowl.

"Wenn Sie mir keine Informationen liefern wollen, Herr Hauptmann, obwohl Sie darum gebeten haben, dass ich dieses Gespräch mit Ihnen führen soll, dann können Sie dieses Verhör auch gerne mit jemandem führen, der Sie besser motivieren kann." They both know what Dietrich means, when he tells his former German colleague that he can have this interrogation with somebody better at motivating him, if he does not wish to cooperate with Dietrich in spite of asking for him to conduct this conversation. For the first time, the Hauptmann's insolent expression truly falters, as he glances at the grim looking Sergeant Troy who gives every impression that he would enjoy nothing more than to beat him up at his commander's order. "Glauben Sie mir, Herr Hauptmann, ich kenne die britischen und amerikanischen Offiziere wie auch ihre Ansichten zu deutschen Offizieren hier sehr gut aus eigener Erfahrung. Ich kann Ihnen schon jemanden suchen, der keinerlei Sympathie oder Gnade für einen Deutschen hat, schon gar nicht einen vom Geheimdienst", Dietrich continues his threat nonchalantly without even adopting a menacing tone, as if he would speak about the weather, as he reminds the other that he knows the British and American officers on this base and their attitude toward Germans, especially from the secret service, and will be able to find somebody without sympathy or mercy.

"Haingruber, Johann", the German Hauptmann finally relents, providing a name after studying the younger German Captain for several seconds. "Also tatsächlich ein Hannes", Hans remarks dryly that he is actually called Hannes at least in a variant. "Sie arbeiten unter Major Ingelheimers Oberkommando?" "Wie Sie bereits wissen, Dietrich", the other one confirms with a grim expression that he works for Major Ingelheimer as Dietrich already knows. "Sie sind der hiesige Kommandant von Abwehr in Tobruk oder gibt es jemanden von höherem Rang in der Stadt?", the skinny German Captain continues to ask whether he is the highest ranking commander of Abwehr in Tobruk or somebody of higher rank is in the city. This time, the Hauptmann refuses to cooperate and merely shakes his head. "Höherrangig als ein Hauptmann wäre dann ein Major und das würde Ingelheimer selbst sein", Hans muses as if talking to himself, while observing the other man closely. "Wenn also jemand Höherrangiger in der Stadt gewesen wäre, wäre der Major jetzt unter unseren Gefangenen." The German Hauptmann shifts slightly, when Dietrich concludes that this would mean that Major Ingelheimer would be among their prisoners, as a Major would be the next higher in rank above a Captain. "Der Major ist nicht unter unseren Gästen, was Sie zum höchstrangigen Offizier macht", he pronounces with irony that the Major is not among their guests which leaves the Hauptmann as the highest ranking commander. "Sie sind schlau, Dietrich. Ein Jammer, dass Sie ein Volksverräter sind", Haingruber states coldly that Dietrich is clever, making it a pity that he is a traitor to his people. "Das deutsche Volk habe ich nie verraten", Hans snarls with righteous indignation that he has never betrayed the German people and Troy takes a step forward, bearing a menacing expression upon hearing his angry tone. "Sich mit den Amis zu verbrüdern ist nichts anderes als Volksverrat", the Hauptmann counters coldly that fraternizing with the Americans is nothing but treason against his own people, glaring at Troy with contempt. "Die Nazis in ihrem Wahnsinn zu unterstützen ist nichts anderes als Volksverrat", Dietrich counters in the same manner that supporting the Nazis in their madness is nothing but treason against his own people. Both captains glare at each other with distrust and disdain for the other's position.

"Wir werden unsere Positionen nicht ändern, Hauptmann Haingruber", Dietrich growls. "Machen wir also weiter mit unserem Informationsaustausch, auch wenn er eher einseitig ausfallen sollte." The German Hauptmann smirks, when the skinny younger Captain suggests that they continue with their rather one-sided exchange of information, since none will change his position. "Sie erwarten hoffentlich nicht, dass ich Ihnen viele Informationen liefere, Dietrich." Hans is not surprised that he is not willing to share any information. "Wie wir beide wissen, Herr Hauptmann, ist das nur eine Frage der Druckmittel", the younger German counters with a silky tone that they both know that this is merely a matter of leverage. "Ihr Leutnant Teller zum Beispiel war bereits äußerst hilfreich für uns." Haingruber narrows his eyes and snarls angrily upon hearing that his Lieutenant Teller has already been very helpful for the Allies: "Der elende Verräter gehört standrechtlich erschossen. Ich hätte wissen sollen, dass er nicht reif ist für seine Aufgabe." Dietrich smiles a sly smile Troy recognizes from many occasions. Now his friend is preparing to spring the trap on his opponent. None too soon, as Sam feels the urge of beating the insolent German brass up growing with every word, even though he cannot really understand what he says beyond a few choice words.

"Aber, aber, Hauptmann Haingruber. Sie sollten nicht so vorschnell über Ihren Offizier urteilen. Sie wissen ja bestimmt, dass wir die versteckten Notizen und Papiere Ihrer Agentin konfisziert und genau studiert haben. In Kombination mit allem, was wir hier nun in Gewahrsam genommen haben, lässt sich für jemanden mit genauer Kenntnis des Afrikakorps und der deutschen Situation in Nordafrika da durchaus einiges zusammenreimen. Wenn wir nun in unseren Bericht Ihren Namen als höchstrangigen Offizier und Informanten anführen, dann wird Major Ingelheimer wohl kaum begeistert sein von seinen rückgratlosen, verräterischen Untergebenen. Vielleicht erwartet er, dass Sie sich selbst richten, wie der Mann in unserer Zelle, der die 'Studie in Scharlachrot' nachgestellt hat... Oder aber er schickt Ihnen jemanden, der das erledigt." Dietrich coolly elaborates with some acting prowess that would have made Marcello proud of him how an individual with knowledge of the Afrikakorps and the German situation in North Africa can construct a believable report from all the documents and notes confiscated now and from his agent's hideout. Calmly he points out that citing the highest ranking officer as main source of information will make his superiors quite angry, asking dryly whether they expect him to take his own life like the agent imitating the study in scarlet or might come after him to torture and kill him.

"Dietrich, Sie elendes Schwein!", the Abwehr Hauptmann curses the younger man harshly, losing his cool countenance for the first time, which makes Troy take a step closer with a menacing expression. "Nachdem Sie Ihre Agentin unzählige Offiziere und Soldaten haben verführen lassen, sollten Sie sich besser hüten, sich so ein Urteil über mich zu erlauben, Haingruber", Dietrich counters icily that the other better not dare to condemn him after sending his female agent to lay honey traps for countless officers and soldiers. Both glower at each other with openly expressed scorn. "Sie können sich also aussuchen, ob Sie bereit sind, zu reden, wie Ihr Leutnant, oder lieber den harten Weg wählen wollen. Ich bin gegen die Folter von Gefangenen, aber das sieht weder der britische Geheimdienst noch Ihr Major Ingelheimer so. Sie können sich gewiss vorstellen, dass ich mir mit Ihren Unterlagen und der Unterstützung der Alliierten Entsprechendes zusammenreimen kann. Schließlich bin ich kein Idiot." Haingruber stares at him intently and Hans can tell that he actually considers his threat not an empty one, when he points out that it is up to the Hauptmann to choose the easier way like his Leutnant or the hard way. Although Dietrich dislikes torturing prisoners, neither the British secret service nor Major Ingelheimer share his qualms. Haingruber knows perfectly well that the young Captain is right that he is not an idiot, but both intelligent and experienced enough to be able to build a believable report. Nonetheless he finally shakes his head after careful consideration. "Sie werden Ihren Berichten allein nicht genug glauben, mich zum Tode zu verurteilen." Hans regards him coolly and calls his next bluff. "Dem Bericht Ihres Leutnants Teller aber schon. Wollen Sie zuhören?" Hauptmann Haingruber is actually speechless, when he argues that they will believe Leutnant Teller's report however. "Sie entschuldigen mich. Ich muss mich um die Organisation eines Radios kümmern. Troy, watch him, while I organize a radio. We will call the closest German base." Then, he leaves the interrogation cell, letting Haingruber simmer under Troy's watchful eyes.

"Corporal, organize two portable radio sets to be brought here! Find out whether Lieutenant Waizbauer is currently needed for interrogations. Otherwise bring him here as well", Dietrich orders the British soldier who salutes diligently. If Silberblatt and Waizbauer are occupied with serving as interpreters, Hans has only one option for a native German speaker left, Doctor Rothschild. Thus, he briskly makes his way to the next phone to call the field hospital and persuade the medical doctor to help. The blond medic is occupied with several lists, when Mary Falkowsky enters the back room and tells him that Captain Dietrich asks for him on the phone. "This is Rothschild speaking", the Jewish medic mutters calmly, while picking up the phone. "Good afternoon, Doctor", the young German officer greets politely. "What can I do for you, Hans?", Samuel Rothschild inquires with a worried frown. "I need your assistance for a bluff. You're the only German native speaker currently not occupied as an interpreter. Would you be willing to play the role of a German senior officer on the radio, Samuel?", Hans asks calmly. Rothschild is perplexed for a few moments, before breaking into a grin. "That sounds far more entertaining than medical supply lists. Mary, tell Doctor Andrews that he should continue with the lists, as the Captain requires my assistance!" The nurse nods and smiles mischievously. "I'm sure he'll understand." "Where should I meet you, Hans?", Samuel Rothschild inquires. "Come directly to the prison cell block. I'll meet you at the entrance", Dietrich replies with relief. "Thank you, Samuel."

"You saved me from a boring afternoon with supply logistics, Hans", Samuel Rothschild tells the younger man happily, when he finally meets him. "I'm always glad to be of service", Dietrich replies dryly. Then, he starts to explain the situation to the doctor, as he leads him through the hallway. Upon returning with Rothschild to the cell, Lieutenant Waizbauer also approaches the duo. "What do you need, Captain Dietrich?" Now that he has more native speakers than expected, Dietrich quickly adapts his plan accordingly. "I require the assistance of the two of you for a ruse to trick the Abwehr Hauptmann into handing over the information we need. You, Lieutenant Waizbauer, will play the role of the German radio officer at their next base. Are you familiar with German radio codes?" The young Bavarian stemming British officer nods in response. "Yes, Captain." Dietrich smiles contently. "You, Samuel, will be the higher ranking officer, a Colonel would be good. I don't know how well he knows the voices of various men, thus we need somebody freshly arrived from Berlin. SS would be more believable than Wehrmacht, because they interact less frequently and are more likely to be sent in by Berlin nowadays." Hans observes the Jewish medic closely during this proposal, but Rothschild appears rather amused by the idea of tricking the Abwehr Hauptmann into believing that he is a SS officer, as he asks: "What do you need me to do, Hans?" "I will pretend to be Leutnant Teller from Abwehr. You will confirm my Dienstnummer and ask for a passphrase, Waizbauer! I will then ask for urgent orders on how to proceed with the treacherous Hauptmann Haingruber. Call a superior officer, the SS Standartenführer Vogel who happens to enter the radio room. Then, hand the radio to Doctor Rothschild. You then need to identify yourself and give me the order to execute the traitor. Confirm also that his treason means his death sentence in the eyes of the SS and that you will report this treacherous act to Major Ingelheimer immediately, Samuel." Rothschild looks thoughtful. "That is a devious trick." Hans nods grimly. "I know. I have experienced myself how it feels to be in this situation." Both stare at him intently, while the young Captain continues unperturbed. "However, desperate times call for desperate measures and I'd rather trick than torture the man."

Rothschild agrees now. "I understand your motivation, Hans, and agree with your sentiment. You have my assistance." Dietrich smiles gratefully at the older doctor. "Thank you, Samuel. You will be Standartenführer Ernst Vogel, freshly arrived from Berlin for the course of the radio call." Rothschild smirks. "I will manage that." "Don't forget to greet me with 'Heil Hitler' when you enter the call!", Hans reminds him. "This is insane, but brilliant", Lieutenant Waizbauer mutters, grinning widely. "Lieutenant Silberblatt and I have already successfully pulled such a bluff through. But the Hauptmann already knows his voice from his previous interrogation and might recognize him", the lean German Captain points out. "We'll do our best", Rothschild promises on behalf of both of them. "Thank you, gentlemen. Waizbauer, I will call you on the following frequency", Hans replies with a slight bow, before he starts pointing out the technical details to the other man who states with a grin: "I could believe that you received more training with our radios than I did, Captain, although that's impossible." Dietrich shrugs nonchalantly, as he mutters: "Given the lack of German equipment, raiding Allied one was a necessity. After one of my communication officers defected to the enemy, I was wary enough to handle all encrypted communication myself mostly, including the decryption and encryption. I'm thus familiar with many technical aspects and have specifically been broken in on how to handle your mobile radio units." The Lieutenant looks impressed. "You're really a Jack of all trades, Captain. No wonder Merlin had a field day when he heard he could get you."

Once the radio sets have been adjusted accordingly, the British Corporal leads Waizbauer and Rothschild to a separate room, as the Lieutenant carries the radio set, while one of the Privates picks up the other one and follows Dietrich into the cell with the German Abwehr Hauptmann. Haingruber looks almost relieved, when Dietrich returns, as the younger officer can spot that Sam Troy has taken a menacing position close to the man and drawn his gun which is pointed at the other German's head. The American Sergeant is equally happy to have the Captain returning, growling: "Finally, Captain. I thought I'd have to beat up this insolent Jerry bastard after all." "Please refrain from beating up our prisoners a little longer, Sergeant Troy", Hans sighs wearily. "You will however enjoy that you may gag him now and hold him to keep him from making noises." "That's music to my ears", Sam grumbles, as he follows through with the order that Haingruber deeply resents but has no option of truly resisting, as Dietrich keeps his own gun trained at the Hauptmann.

The Private has meanwhile set up the radio set on the table and patiently waits in the background to be dismissed, which the German Captain does with a sharp salute. Then, Dietrich adjusts the radio, turning the dial to switch to the arranged frequency with practiced ease. "Deutscher Rundfunkdienst", he hears Waizbauer answering after listening to the white noise of the static for several seconds. "Hier spricht Leutnant Teller von Abwehr", Hans replies with a slightly altered voice, imitating the Leutnant, while he recites Teller's Wehrmacht personnel number the Captain has noted earlier. Haingruber's eyes widen slightly, but Sam Troy intensifies his grip on the Hauptmann, warning him about trying anything funny, as he shakes his head in a demonstrative manner. "Ich habe nicht viel Zeit", the German defector speaks hastily, pretending urgency. "Unsere Operation wurde entdeckt und Hauptmann Haingruber mit den anderen gefangen genommen. Ich konnte fliehen und mich verstecken. Aber ich warne Sie, dass der Hauptmann einen Pakt mit den Alliierten geschlossen hat und uns nun verrät. Wie lauten Ihre Befehle?" Haingruber bites into his gag and tries to make a sound, when Dietrich reports his treason in addition to having been captured along with his men. Troy raising his fist bearing a grim expression, while intensifying his grip on the German Hauptmann's shoulder finally quiets him for the moment. They all listen to the German stemming Lieutenant answering like a diligent radio officer that he needs to inform his superiors. "Es tut mir leid, aber ich kann Ihnen keine Befehle erteilen. Ich bin nur der Funkoffizier, Herr Leutnant." Then, they hear him speaking in a muffled manner. "Oh, Herr Standartenführer Vogel. Bitte kommen Sie. Es ist dringend." Haingruber pales visibly, when he hears the radio officer call a SS Colonel to help out and Hans silently congratulates Waizbauer for his acting talent.

"Heil Hitler", they hear Rothschild growl in a lower voice than he usually speaks with. "Was ist die Lage?" "Heil Hitler, Herr Standartenführer", Hans replies diligently, before he repeats his brief report from before. "Ich habe nicht viel Zeit, bevor ich entdeckt werde, Herr Standartenführer Vogel. Soll ich Hauptmann Haingruber, der uns an die Amerikaner verrät, exekutieren?", the young officer argues that he does not have much time and asks whether he should execute Hauptmann Haingruber who betrays them to the Americans. "Richten Sie ihn unbedingt hin, bevor er zu viel verrät. Das ist ein Befehl, Leutnant", Rothschild gives the arranged order to execute the man before he can spill too much. Dietrich looks directly at Haingruber who has paled visibly upon hearing the order for his own execution from what he thinks are his own headquarters. "Ich werde Major Ingelheimer umgehend über den Verrat dieses Abschaums informieren", Rothschild declares with well acted scorn laced into his tone. The final blow comes with the announcement that the SS officer will inform Major Ingelheimer immediately about his man's treason. Haingruber tries struggling now which gives Troy the reason he has been waiting for, namely to finally strike him with the fist. The resulting noise Hans covers in his role of Leutnant Teller as the Allies being about to discover them. "Wir werden entdeckt. Ich muss gehen. Ich werde die Befehle bestmöglich ausführen, Herr Standartenführer. Heil Hitler!" Once he has closed the radio connection, he turns back to Haingruber who looks rather desperate in addition to sporting a bleeding nose. "That's enough Troy. We need him to be able to speak." Sam glares at the Abwehr Hauptmann, growling: "That was for Hitch. He deserved it and tried to resist."

Dietrich turns fully toward Haingruber now and orders: "Remove the gag, Troy. Hauptmann Haingruber and I need to talk." The German Abwehr officer glares at Dietrich hatefully. "Dietrich, Sie gottverfluchter dreckiger Abschaum", he curses the younger man, until receiving another strike from Troy which stops his angry tirade. "Sergeant", Hans speaks with a warning tone which he keeps for continuing to talk to the German officer. "Provozieren Sie den Mann besser nicht unnötig! Sergeant Troy ist kein Freund deutscher Offiziere, Hauptmann Haingruber." The warning not to provoke Troy as he is no friend of German officers keeps the older man from continuing with his swearing, as he glances at the American who purposefully presents himself in an intimidating manner. In a calm and casual tone, Dietrich argues that he understands Haingruber's plight perfectly, as he has been in the same situation, innocently convicted by the SS. "Ich verstehe Ihre Situation besser als jeder andere, Hauptmann Haingruber. Schließlich habe ich mich selbst erst vor wenigen Wochen in einer solchen befunden, unschuldig von der SS wegen Hochverrats verurteilt worden zu sein." Haingruber just continues glaring at the younger German Captain. In an friendly and understanding manner Hans offers him a way out, however by cooperatingwith the Allied forces and receiving protection as a prisoner of war. "Ich kann Ihnen noch einen Ausweg bieten. Kooperieren Sie mit uns und die Alliierten werden Sie nicht nur gerecht behandeln, sondern auch schützen als Kriegsgefangener."

Haingruber's knuckles have turned white from gripping the chair's arm holds, while he grits his teeth, as he weighs the offer. He has not overestimated Dietrich when considering him highly intelligent and dangerous. That the young Captain would be clever and ruthless enough to pull such a maneuver through has taken Haingruber by surprise however. Knowing that he has lost all support from Ingelheimer and Abwehr through this one radio call feels as devastating as reminding him of the reality of being an agent in the field. Now he is responsible for his own survival and thus sees no point in holding onto the loyalty to his side which will execute him just like he has been given the order to execute Rodolfo Firanelli mere days ago. With the decision to save his own life by accepting Dietrich's offer, he turns his gaze back at the younger man. Even bruised and emaciated, this man is a dangerous foe. Failing to hire or execute him in time has been a grave mistake. "Ich bin bereit zu kooperieren. Aber ich will die Zusicherung für meinen Schutz von einem höherrangigen Offizier. Holen Sie Ihren Amerikanischen General zurück!"

Dietrich smiles contently, as he stands up and orders: "Troy, watch him, but don't beat him, unless he tries to escape or attack you. He is willing to cooperate. I'll call General Atkins." Then Hans orders the Corporal to fetch General Atkins immediately, before turning back to the cell. Although the German Captain would rather not admit it, the SS has taught him well about how to really motivate somebody in an interrogation far from any physical abuse. While waiting, he starts to speak calmly with the other Hauptmann who avoids giving any direct answers, but also refrains from provoking Dietrich directly. Sam Troy observes the whole interaction with wariness and distrust against the Abwehr agent. Of all the German officers he has ever had anything to do with, the only decent man is sitting in front of him, wearing an American uniform now.

General Atkins and Lieutenant Silberblatt follow in the British Corporal's wake, as both enter the room. Atkins assesses the situation for all of two seconds, letting his gaze drift from his own German Captain to the Abwehr Hauptmann with the bloody nose to the grim looking Sam Troy, while he draws his conclusions. Jakob mainly looks relieved, when he sees that his friend appears unharmed. "Have you been successful in convincing the Captain of the reasonability of sharing his information, Captain Dietrich?", Atkins inquires, while Dietrich stands up from his chair and salutes diligently. "I have, General. Hauptmann Haingruber is wary of making arrangements with a low ranking officer like a Captain however. He would like your assurance that his safety will be guaranteed, if he shares his information." The American General nods contently, while twirling his moustache. "You did an excellent job, Captain. Lieutenant Silberblatt and I will continue making arrangements with the Hauptmann. I expect your report afterwards. Take a break for now!" Dietrich salutes calmly and nods to Troy who glares at Haingruber one last time, before following his young commanding officer. The British Corporal and a Private take over his position, guarding the prisoner. Then Atkins starts his negotiations with the Abwehr commander.

Meanwhile, Hans leaves the prison cells and feels actual relief to step out into the sun and breathe some fresh air. "You tricked the Jerry bastard somehow", Troy states coolly. "What did you do? That wasn't really a SS officer, was he?" The young Captain smiles wryly, as he turns toward his Sergeant. "I hired Rothschild and Waizbauer to play the roles of the German radio officer and SS Colonel. We never called the German headquarters, but only tricked Haingruber into believing that we did and his life is now forfeited, after the SS has innocently convicted him for a treason he has not committed." "That's brilliant. Couldn't have done it any better myself. I'm proud of you, Captain Sherlock!", Sam declares with a wide grin, patting the younger officer on the shoulder in a companionable manner. Hans bears a sly smile. "I thought you'd like the plan, Troy. Unfortunately you lack the German language skills to actively help. But you kept the Hauptmann well under control."

"Hey, Cap, Sarge", Tully approaches them, when he spots the duo. Shifting the matchstick to the corner of his mouth, he reports: "Your Arab kids came, Cap. We hired them to watch the camels and other critters." Dietrich looks briefly surprised, before smiling. "Well done, Pettigrew. You're really an overlooked asset within our unit. Where are the boys now?" "Come along, Cap!", Tully replies, patting the lean officer on the upper arm in a silent show of appreciation for the praise. Troy looks almost enthusiastic, when he asks: "Is Little Sammy with them?" Pettigrew merely nods quietly in response and Hans is relieved that Moffit is not here to start complaining. "Sam Troy", they hear the raven croaking loudly. A camel bleats right after which does not keep Sam from approaching his favorite flying animal. "Hi, little Sammy. Did you miss me?" "Sam. Troy", Almedin replies, cooking his head expectantly. His patience gets rewarded with a piece of meat jerky which the trained raven happily accepts, hopping onto Troy's outstretched arm. For the first time in two days, Sam beams absolutely happily, feeling some confidence returning that things will turn for the better.

"*Ahmed, Moumen. It's good to see you*", Dietrich greets their young helpers in the meantime. Ahmed looks a bit intimidated, being surrounded by all the large animals and the foreign soldiers, while Moumen is right within his element, handling the animals. "*It's good that you're here, Hans Dietrich*", the older boy greets him with a smile. "*Your soldier showed us to take care of all the animals and I instructed Ahmed.*" The young boy nods timidly. "*We wanted to report, Hans*", he adds, falling into the role of Ari he has played before. "*Did you learn anything new?*", the Captain inquires, not even considering scolding the intimidated boy for using his given name. Ahmed shakes his head. "*All of Tobruk is nervous and worried about the foreign soldiers and such big operations in the city. Most sent me away without giving me anything, but at least they didn't beat me.*" Hans nods quietly. "*You both earned your rewards for today. We will be able to share good meals with you.*" Both boys smile at him and Ahmed earnestly whispers: "*Thank you, Hauptmann.*" "*Continue your work here for now! I will give instructions that you both receive a meal and reward*", Hans declares calmly.

While Pettigrew has waited patiently, Lieutenant Carlos has approached them as well. "Captain Dietrich, I'm relieved to see you. Your two chicos here helped us greatly." Dietrich nods, as he turns to him. "Using them as helpers was wise." "Your Private suggested it", Carlos points out, indicating Tully. "I know and I value Private Pettigrew for his good thinking in critical moments", Hans replies earnestly, nodding at the blond soldier from Kentucky. "You also got our boys out of penal duty, as they reported", Carlos states with honest gratitude. "We needed them a lot more in the field today than handling laundry", the tall thin Captain replies calmly. "We're lucky to have you as Boggs' second now. He's a good Captain, fair and well-organized, but he doesn't have your personal connection with the enlisted men and simply wouldn't ever think of certain small details, which you take care of with ease, Captain Dietrich. Carter, Williams and I, even Griffith, when he's honest, all appreciated your initiative and many of your actions. We're standing with you, when the next guy like Warren comes along. All our boys bet on you out of principle." Hans looks a bit taken aback but bows his head in honest gratitude. "Muchas gracias. Thank you, Lieutenant Carlos. I honestly appreciate your support which does not come without saying." "De nada, Captain. It's an honor to have a man like you as our commanding officer", Carlos replies. "We didn't run into any further troubles, but confiscated and secured ammunition and explosives. We'll be done in an hour or so. However, we finally need a decision from our superiors what to do with all those animals."

Dietrich nods, bearing a thoughtful expression. "I'll report this to the General and make sure to get a decision which I can inform you about, Lieutenant. I also promised Ahmed and Moumen that they would receive proper meals and a reward. The younger boy likely hasn't eaten much all day. Please make sure that they are taken care of, if I'm not around to do so myself!" "I'll make sure that they both receive a good portion, should you not be around. You have my word on it, Captain. Those two kids have really been valuable assets and saved us at least half a dozen soldiers we would have needed for handling and guarding the animals", Carlos replies earnestly. "Still got some rations", Tully points out, holding up a tin with some meat. "Give them at least two each. And half a dollar in cash! That should reward them well", Hans orders. "I'll take care of this", Carlos again replies, while Tully nods contently. "You pay your helpers well, Captain, and treat them fairly. I understand why they are loyal and motivated to collect and share good information." The lean German Captain nods, bearing a thoughtful expression. "That is one of the most important things when dealing with informants. I learned that the young and desperate ones are the best to motivate and bind into loyal service in this manner, while older men often have other motives or double-cross you easily. They might be loyal, because they share a common enmity. But alliances and enmities between the Bedouins are often hard to understand for us as outsiders and might change as swiftly as the wandering dunes." Carlos nods and listens diligently, as he realizes that the young German officer is actually trying to share some of his valuable knowledge and experience.

Dietrich also accompanies him for a round through the courtyard to receive detailed reports on all that has been done. Tully uses this as an excuse for returning to his work, as he dislikes talking too much anyways and is only too happy that the Torero takes over the report duty. Troy follows them, however, with his talking raven perched on his arm. "Sam Troy", Almedin croaks for the umpteenth time, unnerving both Carlos and Dietrich. "You will return Almedin to Moumen, Sergeant!", Hans admonishes his Sergeant sternly. "Yeah sure, Captain. Just let me keep little Sammy around for a while", big Sam protests with a good-natured tone. "You're a bit too old for such juvenile behaviour, Troy", the German remarks dryly. "But keep him for now and give him back, when we have to leave the courtyard report to the General." "Jerry smartass", Troy grumbles quietly after the first remark, but nods at the second. Dietrich is a good-hearted guy after all. Carlos looks a little taken aback by their interaction, as none of his soldiers would ever consider speaking with him in such a manner. But he does not have Dietrich's dry sarcasm and manner of handling his men either. And everybody knows that Sam Troy would lay down his life to protect the young German Captain. "I will report to General Atkins and inform him about your efforts. I'll also assure that we receive clear orders regarding the animals", Hans tells the Hispanic Lieutenant, once they have finished their rounds. "Continue your good work with your men and the other Lieutenants!" With a sharp salute he takes his leave and leads Troy back to Moumen to return Almedin. "Bye, little Sammy", Sam mutters with a sad tone, as the raven hops back onto his handler's shoulder.

Instead of the offices, Hans turns toward the field hospital however. Doctor Rothschild approaches him, as soon as they have entered the room. "I hope your ruse worked out well, Hans." The young Captain smirks, as he replies: "It worked excellently. I cannot thank you enough, Samuel. You were very convincing as the SS Colonel." Sam grins at the blond medic now. "You were quite brilliant as the SS guy, just the right amount of strict and disagreeable." "Hauptmann Haingruber was absolutely convinced that he had no chance of escaping from this situation and arranges the details of his cooperation with our side with General Atkins now", Dietrich adds as an explanation to which Rothschild smiles calmly. "Then, it was not in vain. How did you come up with such an idea, Hans?" Dietrich grimaces in a slightly tormented manner, as he replies a bit hoarsely: "A few weeks ago, I was in Haingruber's position. But I knew that the SS officer next to me was real and the radio call to the German headquarters reporting my death sentence didn't have to be faked either." Troy squeezes the younger man's shoulder in a supportive manner. "We got you outta there, Captain. Things turned out for the better after all that." Hans nods with a slightly pained expression and mutters: "Yes, they did in a way." Rothschild nods quietly. "I understand your reasons and motivations better now. Trickery is a lot more humane than physical torture, even though this a mental torment as well." The German Captain nods. "I know and I wouldn't have chosen it, unless upon dealing with a very dangerous foe and having no alternative." "You've always preferred your trickery over torture which I truly appreciated about you, Captain, even though I really didn't like the illusion of being blind, I realized that you could have applied a lot more brutal measures as well. But that's simply not your style, Dietrich, which is why you fit perfectly with us", Troy comments, patting the younger man's shoulder rather gently to not aggravate any of his injuries.

Then, his gaze moves to Rothschild and Sam inquires with a grin: "Hey, Doc. Since you're called Samuel, do you wanna meet my friend Little Sammy?" The blond medic stares at him dumbstruck and scrutinizes the Sergeant from head to toe, while he considers asking whether the man has completely lost his mind. Glancing at Hans Dietrich's face whose expression speaks of incredulity and exasperation which clearly gives him the answer to the previous question, Samuel Rothschild refrains from even asking. "Little Sammy is actually called Almedin and a talking raven", the German Captain provides with a tone as dry as the Saharan desert, trying not to sound unnerved. "Yeah, he learned to say my name within five minutes. He's really the smartest bird around", Troy agrees unperturbed. "A talking raven?", the Jewish doctor repeats, wondering when he has fallen through the looking glass. Dietrich's mad schemes for tricking German officers are nothing compared to his Sergeant's insanity which is probably why he is the officer best fitted for handling the infamous unit of the Rat Patrol. "I will pass on meeting little Sammy", Samuel Rothschild replies dryly. "You should probably return to provide your report, Hans. Monty has established to meet at tea time to receive his officers' reports and General Simms keeps up the tradition." "Tea time", Troy spits as if tasting something vile. "Don't even consider spitting tea into a corner of the General's office, Troy!", Dietrich snaps, still remembering his impossible behaviour in the Bedouins' tent. "I'm perfectly happy to not get any tea at all", Sam counters. "Let's shake it, Captain!"

Merlin smirks, as he sees Dietrich approach with Troy in tow. "I came to fetch you for the meeting with the Generals. Did you hear anything about who sabotaged my office?" The tall German raises his eyebrows in an expression of mock innocence. "I had no idea that I was charged with his investigation, Merlin. All those Abwehr agents have kept me rather busy until now." The Scottish spymaster smirks. "You usually have your unusual sources of information. Your skill in dodging questions by providing half fitting answers is also remarkable." The Captain shrugs, bearing a neutral expression, while Troy snarls: "Leave him in peace, you ..." "Troy", Dietrich interrupts him just in time. "Did you enjoy all this laundry duty so much that you wish to return to it?" Sam glares at him, but shakes his head. "Good. Then, please refrain from constantly offending officers!", Hans continues, ignoring McLean completely, as he continues pointing out rules of behaviour to his Sergeant which efficiently helps him to get his head out of the noose which the sly Scotsman has put around his neck regarding the Rats' prank.

General Simms and Atkins indeed await them in their office, where a large samowar has been prepared to provide the participants of the meeting with tea. Sergeant Moffit visibly enjoys this opportunity, as do Lieutenant Waizbauer and Silberblatt. Captain Boggs bears a cool expression, as he sips his tea, while Corporal Gottschlich is trying hard to keep his hands from trembling too obviously, holding onto his tea cup with both hands as if clinging to a life line. When he sees the young Captain entering, a brief smile of relief passes over his face. "Finally", General Simms remarks. "Gentlemen, please help yourselves with some tea! Then, we can start the meeting." Troy glares, but remains silent under Dietrich's reprimanding glare. However, he refuses to take the cup offered by Merlin just like Dietrich who instead fills his own, while Sam does not even consider touching the vile substance. Then, the German purposefully moves away from the spymaster and takes position between Boggs and Silberblatt with Troy at his right side. "Captain Dietrich, we would like to receive your report on the interrogations of the German Lieutenant and Captain." The defector grimaces for a second and then provides his detailed report on his two interrogations, pointing out Lieutenant Waizbauer's and Doctor Rothschild's assistance in the scheme. Merlin grins broadly and remarks: "You're as sly a fox as your reputation indicates, Sherlock." "Indeed", Atkins adds sternly. "I would not have expected any results from interrogating their Captain after the way he has behaved towards me." "Apparently, it plays into my hands that the German side considers me a ruthless and unscrupulous traitor nowadays", the younger man adds with a grim expression. "Which is a useful reputation to a certain degree", Simms agrees. "Merlin, we'll continue with your report!"

The Scottish spymaster provides his own report, before Silberblatt and Moffit provide the summaries on behalf of the Generals whom they have assisted as interpreters. "Captain Boggs, how far has registering the prisoners progressed?", Atkins inquires, twirling his moustache. "Thanks to Captain Dietrich and the list obtained from his first interrogation, we could speed up the process in which he provided valuable assistance. Thus we managed to finish the work", the older Captain reports diligently, nodding to his young second in command with respect. "After you sent me outside, I went into the courtyard and checked the situation of the men there", Dietrich adds to the report, once Boggs has finished his part. With typical German diligence, the tall lean officer provides a description of what Lieutenant Carlos has informed him about. "They also require a decision regarding the confiscated animals, Sir, as we lack the stables for housing them all. My two local Arabic collaborators are currently assisting the Lieutenants in handling them." Atkins exchanges a look with Simms, before replying: "You have a knack of being everywhere where you are currently needed, Captain." Hans scowls, as he counters slightly defensively: "With all due respect, Sir, I'm used to having to organize and handle a whole base like this on my own." "This wasn't meant as an accusation. You obviously have experience and talent for organizational duties which make me understand better, why you were entrusted with countless such missions by the old Desert Fox", Atkins assures him. "Given the necessity to have you available as an interpreter, I consider letting you partially return to such light duty, including your necessary training, after verifying that the medical preconditions are met." Dietrich's smile is honestly relieved and grateful. "Much obliged, Sir", he mutters, while Jack, Sam and Jakob worry about their friend's physical and mental health still. Nonetheless, Moffit places his hand on Troy's shoulder and whispers a warning into his ear to keep him from protesting openly against the General.

The German Captain meanwhile has turned toward pointing out accomplishments of his men from the Rat Patrol as well as Boggs' unit. Corporal Gottschlich blushes, when he is mentioned explicitly and finds the Generals' gazes moving toward him. Instinctively, he takes a few steps closer to Dietrich, feeling safer in his Captain's presence who nods briefly and bears a reassuring smile, when he notices the convergence. "The efforts of you and your men have been duly noted, Captain", Atkins replies sternly. "I prefer having a good and reliable officer in charge though which is why I would like to have you back on light duty rather than involving yourself in any scheme you come across." Even Boggs has to admit that there is a certain logic behind this line of argumentation. Leaving Dietrich unchecked has hardly led to his recovery, but rather his involvement in spying schemes which only the Scottish spymaster can rival regarding depth of knowledge and effort.

Once the Generals have dismissed them all, they turn toward the mess hall for dinner in two groups. The officers except for the German walk together, while Dietrich gets joined by Moffit, Troy and Gottschlich, as he walks into the courtyard instead to provide them with instructions regarding the animals. Lieutenant Carlos approaches him and receives the Captain's diligent orders who then also explains their plans to the Arab teenagers. Keeping the animals herded in the courtyard for the night only to drive them to the bazaar early on the next morning to sell them is a plan that will involve hiring both of them for another odd job. Moumen is absolutely enthralled with the idea to camp in the courtyard and handle the donkeys, mules and camels, while Ahmed looks a bit unsure. "*I don't know what to do, if something goes wrong*", he admits shyly. "*Moumen here will instruct you. You have done this really well all afternoon, Ahmed. I'm sure you'll make me proud of you both*", Hans assures them, trying to build a personal connection as motivation. The younger Arab looks like this actually means something to him. After all, he has known the tall European officer for months. Moumen also is eager to prove his worth though and very sure of himself in his actual field of expertise. "*We will give you dinner and tomorrow after driving the animals to the bazaar you will also receive a breakfast in addition to your payment*", Dietrich promises. "*You're very generous*", the young acrobat assures him. "*I haven't eaten so much good food since my parents died. Thank you*", Ahmed adds eagerly.

Once everything is taken care of in the courtyard, the German Captain has his men join them for dinner which all of them look forward to after getting washed briefly. Hans himself turns to the officer's table rather than considering sitting with his unit. "We will speak later after dinner, Sergeant", he assures Troy who nods, but never leaves his side, as he still helps the injured Captain to carry the tray with his dinner to the officer's table. "I'll see you later, Captain. You did a really good job. We're proud to have our Captain Fox Kit", Sam declares with a smirk, as he pats his friend's shoulder. "And here I had thought you had finally dropped the nicknames, Troy", Hans mutters dryly. "Never. We like you far too much for that", the black-haired American Sergeant counters with one of his broad grins. Before leaving he pats Ari's and Kiri's heads gently, when the two children come over to hug and greet their caregiver. Hans insists that they continue with their dinner where they have been sitting with Miles and Miss Lincoln who has provided them with instruction on proper eating manners.

During their dinner a familiar, but rather unexpected figure approaches the table with the officers, where Dietrich is seated, and directly turns to the German Captain. Although he appears incredulous at first,Lieutenant Hannah Morris quickly convinces him to continue speaking with her by sitting down next to him, when Jakob Silberblatt politely stands up to offer the lady his seat. "This evening we will air the first episode of the adventures of Hans, Jack and Jakob. Starting with how the three friends meet, I'll introduce the concept of HJ and the Nazi party." Hans smiles contently and nods, when she summarises the information she has jotted down during their last conversation. "You're my most diligent listener by far. You kept to the facts, as we arranged for which I'm very grateful, Lieutenant." The woman smiles wryly now. "That's my job as a radio officer. And I rarely get charming and intelligent clientèle such as you and your unit members, Captain. We'll radio several episodes over the next few days until Christmas. Your Christmas market adventure really adds to the seasonal feeling in spite of the weather here in North Africa." Before he fully realizes her intention, she has bent forward and kissed him on the cheek, then stands up in a single fluid motion. Hannah smirks, when she sees the young officer blushing slightly, adding for his purpose: "I need to return to the radio station for the episode. Be sure to listen at 2000 after the news!"

Jakob grins widely by now. "We're going to be radio stars." The woman smirks at him and winks at the skinny German Captain. "Yes indeed. You're Jakob, I assume, since I know Hans and Jack." Dietrich stands up as well now. "It has always been my condition that you won't mention our names." She smiles a winning smile, as she replies: "Don't worry, Captain! I won't disrespect our agreement. Beyond the first names of our three youthful heroes no names will be mentioned. I intend no harm for you or anybody." Turning to Jakob Silberblatt, she adds: "And we need to arrange another meeting where you and your friend tell me about your wild adventures in German high society." The curly haired Lieutenant beams at her. "Anytime, my dear. Those were the best days of my life." Hans snorts, adding with dry sarcasm: "Not of mine however. I had to keep you from committing too many idiocies and get out of trouble more often than not." "That's exactly what I want to hear about", the journalist purrs with a charming smile. "It will be my pleasure", the Jewish officer promises enthusiastically. "Jakob, please think for once before talking", his friend scolds him with irony in his tone, making it obvious that this is a very well established argument. "That's what I have you for, Hans", Jakob replies with a grin, wrapping his arm around his friend's shoulder. Hannah looks utterly amused to observe the interaction between the two unequal friends. Getting to know Jakob in person before airing the first radio show has been invaluable, as she knows how to present his friendly, open-hearted and carefree character properly now. "You'll excuse me, gentlemen. I need to return to my job, airing the news and a radio show." Both nod and bow politely, expressing the same European heritage and good breeding clearly.

"What kind of radio show is she talking about?", James Boggs asks curiously, once the two young officers have taken their seats again. "The Lieutenant interviewed me about Germany and my youth to which Sergeant Moffit added his experiences of spending some years in Bavaria. We agreed that she wouldn't mention any names for our own protection from Abwehr and the wrath of the German high command, while she would include some educational facts about the Nazis, while telling a few entertaining episodes to boost the morale of the troops", Dietrich explains calmly. "I need to listen to this", the older Captain declares immediately and all the surrounding officers of the LRDP and even further units agree with equal enthusiasm. "The Rats will definitely listen to this", Hans mutters quietly. "I want to listen to your story too", Ari demands, who has joined them after finishing his dinner and instruction with Miss Lincoln. Now, the dark-haired orphan huddles against his caregiver again, once he has retaken his seat. "I'm not sure whether you should listen to this, Ari", the young officer mutters quietly. "We can always tell you the real stories ourselves. They are not real per se, but just an adaptation of our actual stories." The Jewish orphan looks confused and his elected brother adds calmly: "It's like the movies the nurses told you about." "I want to go to the movies", the boy pleads now and Hans realizes a bit too late that this has not been his best idea of the day, as Kiri's attention is caught as well now. "I want to see your beautiful cousin with all the beautiful dresses, Hans." Pinching his nose, while he wonders how he will manage to get out of this, Dietrich is taken by surprise when Jane Lincoln arises as his unexpected savior. "We won't be able to watch any movies at the moment, but we can listen to the radio together. I'm sure Miles wants to hear it as well." The young Captain smiles gratefully at her, until he realizes that this will bring the radio show to General Simms' attention.

Looking over at the man, he realizes that he need not worry about this, as Simms and Atkins are already in a conversation which obviously involves him, as the American General observes him with a constant smirk, twirling his moustache,while they both listen to a report of Lieutenant Carter whom Atkins must have called over for this purpose. "Soon you're gonna be more famous than Marlene aroung these parts, Hans", Jakob comments with a grin. "That is quite the opposite of what has ever been my intention, Jakob", Hans counters wearily. Just when he thinks that the situation could not possibly escalate any further, Troy comes marching toward the officer's table with determination. "What's going on, Captain? What did Hannah want from you?", the American Sergeant asks nonchalantly. "Inform me that tonight at 2000 she will air the first episode of the adventures of Hans, Jack and Jakob", Dietrich replies with outward calmness. "You gotta share such good news! We all need to listen to that. Those were some of the best stories I've ever heard", Sam declares with a grin. "Then, I'll be in a good enough mood that we can talk afterwards." "Are you trying to threaten me, Troy?", the lean German Captain asks sarcastically. "You're a Jerry smartass, Dietrich. But I like you for this", the American Sergeant comments with a grin, patting his friend on the shoulder in a friendly manner. "Could you possibly try not to butcher my name through your pronunciation, since you're a hopeless case, Troy?", the young officer asks dryly. "I'd gladly use Hans instead", Troy counters. "You won't!", comes the determined answer. "You know exactly why I insist on this." With a lot more humor, Dietrich adds: "And don't tell me that you've run out of nicknames or can't remember them anymore!" Sam grins. "It's actually hard to keep track, unless you're Sherlock. Let's get going, Captain! We need to tell the boys." "The boys, as you call them, are partially older than I am, Sergeant", Hans states with amusement in his tone. "Not my fault that you're still so young", Sam grumbles with a smile. "Let's say goodnight to the kids and then get going!"

Ari and Kiri both hug their caregiver to wish him a good night, as Miss Lincoln has persuaded them to listen to the radio story together, before they have to go to bed. "I'll listen to it on my balcony", Jakob adds. "Then I'm already in the room, when Ari comes over to sleep there." "Thank you, Jakob. You're a really good friend", Hans assures him. "You'll make up for it, when you take me out with the beautiful Lieutenant and we tell her all about Otto and his gambling parties. Do you still remember the episode with the champagne bottle?", Jakob asks enthusiastically. "How could I possibly forget this?", Hans asks back wearily, pinching his nose. "I wanna hear this as well", Sam demands. "You're an infinite source of good stories, Jakob." The Jewish Lieutenant grins widely. "As I said. That was the best time of my life." "The children mustn't hear any of this until they're old enough, lest they get stupid ideas", Dietrich demands sternly. "Come on, Hans! You don't have to play the role of the overly protective lion mother protecting her cubs", Jakob counters, patting his friend on the back. "Let's shake it, Captain! The guys are waiting", Troy reminds the German officer and drags him along, before he can even consider protesting.

Mark Hitchcock has joined his unit for dinner and they all await the duo with obvious curiosity. "Is Hannah finally getting our little radio show on air?", Jack guesses quite accurately. "What tipped you off, Moffit?", Dietrich counters dryly. "I think it was her kissing your cheek", the British Sergeant replies with a roguish grin and a wink, seeing the younger man blush slightly. His mother would definitely have likes the well-bred young officer, if he was not a German. His father will surely like Hans Dietrich for his character and intellect. "So, we can finally hear your stories on the radio, Cap? When?", Mark wants to know. "Today at 2000 the first episode is aired." "We gotta hear this!", the blond Private declares and nods to his fellow unit members in reassurance, bearing a wide grin. "For sure. Not even Browny made it to being a radio star. You're really Marlene's amazing cousin, Cap", Kevin declares at which Hans sighs wearily. "Neither am I Marlene's cousin nor in any way destined for such prominence." "Don't be shy, Sherlock! You got talent as a stage wizard as well", Troy counters, patting the younger man's shoulder. "Troy", the German sighs wearily. "What? You know that I'm right", Sam declares with self-assurance. "So come along and let's listen to all this together!"

The enthusistic reactions of all their unit members dissuade Dietrich from protesting. Instead he takes a seat at the Rats' table and listens to the chit chat of the men for a minute, until Moffit addresses him addresses him directly and starts asking about the ruse tricking the Abwehr officers. All the Rats listen with fascination and several other soldiers of the LRDP also gather around the group, curious to listen to the recount. Private Umbridge, Corporal Lance and Sergeant Hollows are among them. While the Sergeant and Corporal point out their saviour from the laundry, Umbridge eyes the young officer with almost as much adoration as Riku Gottschlich. The radio interrupts their talking, as somebody turns it extra loud for the news report and keeps the volume up afterwards, when the radio speaker, Hannah, announces a special treat for Christmas. The Rats who have been waiting for this grin widely, when they hear the starting recount of "The tales of Hans, Jack and Jakob". All the officers listen intently now and also the soldiers in the mess hall, who have started quiet chats after the news, fall silent and listen intently.

"Let me introduce you to our heroes of the next days, gentlemen and ladies! We have Hans, a young German teenager, befriending the Jewish boy Jakob. Together they struggle against the junior Nazis of the Hitlerjugend, a vile youth organization which indoctrinates the next generation of Germans with their poisonous beliefs. Their new school mate, Jack, is the son of a British professor, who works and teaches in Germany. He will have to learn about the Germans and their land, just like you, as he accompanies his two unlikely friends to be. Listen closely!" The following concoction of events leaves Hans quite impressed by how well the Lieutenant has managed to adapt his boyhood tales for a radio plot and turning school stories into something interesting. That his radio alter ego saves the British teenager from the harassment of the HJ boys, only to end up as the sole defender of both Jack and Jakob, is the flashing introduction of the characters. Then follow some explanations which are well placed into the interaction between the two native Germans and their British guest student. Jack Moffit listens just as attentively and nods contently. "She actually used some of my own tales of how I first landed myself in trouble with my new school mates, although they have never been as brutal and extreme as they have been toward Jakob. However, I didn't have a noble friend like you to defend me either." "Shut it, Moffit! I wanna hear the story", Troy admonishes bluntly. "I recommend you tell him the same thing, next time he doesn't pay attention in your German class, because he chats with Hitchcock", Dietrich whispers into the British Sergeant's ear who winks at him. "Excellent idea, Captain." Then, both listen quietly again.

The story reaches its epic conclusion through the swimming challenge which keeps the whole mess hall listening with bated breath. Even the Rats who have already heard this story twice listen intently and eye their young Captain with admiration. "It's even more impressive, cause I know it's true", Sam grumbles. "That's actually true? You're a hero", Kevin O'Donnell exclaims and draws the attention of half the room now which makes the lean German shift awkwardly, as he counters in a quiet whisper: "Yes. It's true. But I was no hero, rather a stupid teenage boy back then. It could have cost me my life over nothing serious. This wasn't war, but a feud between schoolboys." "You're still a hero, Cap", Hitch insists just as loudly as Kevin. Only when several men glare and hiss at them in annoyance, do they shut up. Once the radio program is finished and the moderator has announced the continuation on the next day, the radio is turned down, as music starts playing. "I overheard what your men said", Sergeant Hollows declares, stepping closer. "You're Hans in this story." Dietrich shakes his head. "No, I'm not. It's still a fictional adaptation, as I never went to school with Sergeant Moffit. But some stories I told the Lieutenant served as an inspiration. And I actually went to school with Lieutenant Silberblatt." "You really swam through the bay of Kiel in autumn?", Corporal Lance asks incredulously. Hans nods wearily. "To my shame, I have to admit that I did that, although it was incredibly reckless and stupid." "But you did it to defend your friend, Jakob", Troy protest. "That makes you still a damn decent guy, Captain." "Yes, it does", several men sittingand standing around the table agree. "As your friend Silberblatt has put it: You've always been too chivalrous for your own good", Moffit adds, smiling at the younger officer who looks truly uncomfortable with being in the center of attention, but wearily nods in agreement.

"So, Captain. Let's go somewhere where we can sit down together and have our quiet talk!", Troy mutters into the German's ear who nods quietly. "Gentlemen, if you would all excuse me for the evening. Sergeant Troy and I have a few important matters to discuss", Hans declares with flawless politeness adequate for an officer of his rank. All the men nod in agreement, as he wishes them a good night in six languages: "Good night. Gute Nacht. Oyasumi nasai. Pō mārie. Bonne nuit. Buona notte." A young Private from New Orleans, smiles widely, as he replies: "I recognize the French. Bonne nuit, Capitan!" Gottschlich replies in Japanese, Anaru in his native language and Moffit uses the German phrase, while the others stay with wishing a good night in English. "You'll learn all our languages in no time, if our dear Captain continues like this", Jack points out, while Dietrich and Troy leave the table.

The American Sergeant leads the German Captain to their room, glaring at any soldier, who dares to stare at the bruised young officer, until he retreats willingly."May I suggest that we use my room for sitting down to talk", Hans offers politely, afterindignantly assessing the cramped room of the four American members of his unit as well as the chaos of Hitchcock's bed for a few moments. "Tell Hitchcock that we'll start with room inspections, if he doesn't manage to clean this mess until the next time I come here!" Sam glances at the chaos and shrugs. "I'll tell him. Stupid kid still hasn't learned his lesson. That's why we mostly let Tully handle stowing the equipment." "That's inacceptable", the lean Captain insists with actual indignation now. "I'll suggest to Major Timberlake to have him help out in the medical storage as penal duty. That should teach him keeping his things in proper order." The black-haired American smirks. "That's truly devious of you. That valkyrie is the only woman he fears more than his girlfriend the wildcat." "In that case, the penal duty perfectly fulfills its purpose", the German Captain assesses contently. Then, Troy shows Dietrich two bottles he has taken out of his trunk. One is labeled manually in Pettigrew's scribble, the other with an official label pointing out that it is genuine Scotch Whiskey. Both are almost empty. "Choose your poison! The last of Tully's and Jack's presents for my birthday." The German Captain looks a bit perplexed. "Why exactly are you trying to lull me in with alcohol, Troy?" "Cause the topics are too tough to bear them without some good booze", Sam grumbles and fills his steel mug halfway with the last of Tully's whiskey. "Does it involve your brother?", Hans asks cautiously. "Davey, Helen, Ma, my whole family", the American Sergeant replies with a grim expression. "Then, give me some of Moffit's Scotch! In this case we'd better stay here", the German officer declares with a weary sigh and a fatalistic expression. The sacrifices he is willing to make for a friend...

"So, what is troubling your family and you, Troy?", Hans inquires after accepting the mug and sitting down on the least chaotic part of Hitchcock's bed, opposite of the Sergeant. "Or would you rather talk about your brother first and his troubles?" Sam bares his teeth in a snarl. "Davey's always been a stubborn ass, but now he's surpassing himself. Moody like a teenage girl, sometimes playing the idiotic goof, sometimes just whining like a beaten dog." Dietrich listens impassively, as the American continues to rant about his brother for another two minutes, before meeting the other's gaze directly. "Davey's annoying the hell out of you. I know. But he's different now from before", Sam growls and looks at the German expectantly. Hans briefly gazes into the whiskey in his mug, while he orders his thoughts and weighs his options, before looking up again to provide his reply. "You're aware that Doctor Rothschild has trained me in basic chemistry and pharmacology in the last two days." Troy nods, scowling in confusion, while Dietrich continues to speak: "During this time, we came upon narcotics and painkilling medication due to its strategical value and the necessity to recognize, if one of us becomes drugged and starts behaving erratically. As a side note he mentioned that some narcotics, like the morphine we use for first aid and in the hospitals, have addictive properties. He also explained to me that these become more pronounced the longer the treatment and the more severe and painful the original injury."

Sighing wearily, the German Captain provides his calm and matter-of-factual explanation. "You shouldn't forget that your brother David was grievously injured, suffering open wounds, broken bones and burns on large portions of his body. He hasn't been able to live a single day without high doses of painkillers in the past month and Doctor Rothschild is sure that he has become addicted to them by now and suffers from withdrawal, since the good doctor has started to reduce the doses to help him return to an active life." Sam Troy gapes at him, appearing speechless for a few seconds which rarely happens to him. "You tell me that Davey behaving like an idiot isn't really his fault, but it's the drugs affecting him?", he finally gets out. Hans nods quietly. "That's what Doctor Rothschild explained to me and I trust his word. It has also changed my own perspective and I'll try to be more considerate when dealing with him now that I learned this." The dark-haired Sergeant scowls, but nods. "You're a decent and considerate guy. Why didn't you tell me all this earlier?" Dietrich sighs wearily. "I only learned it myself this morning and we didn't have any time to talk since then." "Davey owes you a lot more than just a drink, when all this is over", Sam declares with conviction. "So do I. You really are our family friend by now." The German officer winces slightly, asking sarcastically: "What crime did I commit to be punished like that?" Sam grins. "Drink some whiskey! That definitely helps." Although reluctant to dull his wits, his unlikely friend takes a sip to take some of the edge off this conversation.

"So now that we covered your brother, what about the rest of your family?", Hans asks with an almost fatalistic attitude. Sam hands him his mug and starts rummaging through his bag to Dietrich's surprise who observes the whole scene with growing wariness. Finally, the American Sergeant takes out a pack of several letters which he hands to the German while taking his mug back. "A month ago you threatened to beat me up for reading one of your letters", the young officer mutters half in irony, trying to hide his confusion and awkwardness. "A month a ago you weren't my friend yet, Captain. Now I'd like you to read those to understand better what I'm talking about." Dietrich takes a gulp from his mug, before handing it to Troy in order to have his hands free for unfolding the letters. Immediately he recognizes Helen Troy's barely readable scrawl and grimaces. "I almost forgot how hard it was to read your sister's handwriting. That almost counts as encryption of information", he comments dryly, as he starts reading. The obligatory part of hoping to find their loved one safe and well is followed by the description of some small episodes typical for a ranch, a horse losing a shoe, a few cows breaking free and causing havoc, until they have been caught again. Helen regularly mentions her mother and how much help she is, since qualified assitance is hard to find with so many men in the army.

Then, she mentions the children. Her oldest son Wally seems to have been very much influenced by his father serving in the military, as he has adopted some behaviour that would have made a drill Sergeant proud. Hans smiles with amusement, when he reads: "Little Wally takes his role as 'man of the house' very seriously these days. You'd laugh - or maybe scowl - seeing him trying to drill poor clumsy little Jimmy in the yard. Wally stands straight, barking out orders like a miniature General, while his brother just trips over his feet." With an amused smile he comments: "I see little reason for worry, simply because your nephew shows more proper military behaviour than your whole unit put together." Sam grins briefly, but then his expression turns serious. "The kids at least aren't that much cause for worries, except for Jane maybe. Just keep reading!" "Easier said than done. Hasn't her teacher taught your sister about proper handwriting?", the German mutters dryly. "She learned proper handwriting, though it always was a bit hard to read. But after Helen broke her right arm, falling from a horse, her handwriting's been nearly unreadable." Hans nods in understanding. "I see. Don't worry! I won't make any inappropriate comments in front of her." "That's in your own best interest, Captain. She'd tear your head off otherwise", Sam counters with a grin.

Dietrich continues reading and arrives at the episode that involves her daughter Jane who apparently is quite the tomboy. "Jane is… well, Jane. Wild as ever. Last Tuesday she and Wolfie disappeared for nearly two hours. Panic was just starting to set in when they trotted back, Jane covered in mud, Wolfie looking immensely proud of himself. Jane clutched a rather stunned-looking bullfrog she'd apparently 'rescued' from a hawk near the creek. She spent the rest of the afternoon building it a palace out of twigs and moss by the back steps to give Mr. Froggy a nice new home. Keeping track of her is a full-time job, I swear it, Sam. She has such a spirit, though. Fearless and untamed, almost like you." Reading the date again, Hans realizes that the letter is from August, while the next one he picks up is dated to September. "Remember the old tractor Davey always used to tamper with? Well, it finally gave up the ghost yesterday. Old Rudy checked it and said that it's beyond repair. Not that getting parts is nigh impossible anyways. And finding someone who knows how to fix these older models… well, it's another headache we didn't need. We're managing with the horses for now, but it makes everything slower and harder. It feels like we take one step forward and get pushed two steps back sometimes. Ma tries to stay optimistic, but I see the worry etched around her eyes. We depended so much on that machine." He finishes reading the rest of the letter which includes similar small episodes of the daily life on the ranch and farm, mainly focusing on the children, before Hans comments cautiously, as he looks up at the black-haired Sergeant with confusion: "I'm not an expert, but I would have thought that America is big enough that there are many decent mechanics." "Maybe in the big fancy cities, but not in some backwater part of Wyoming in the middle of nowhere. Many of the clever kids who know their tech stuff joined the army and work on planes, tanks and ships nowadays." Dietrich nods a bit wearily. "Same as in Germany only that a smaller portion of the young people serves in the army."

Then, he unfolds the third letter dated to October. Another episode of the children's shenanigans in spite of their strict brother's resistance is followed by the description of the harsh reality on the Troy ranch and farm. Apart the worries the girl seems to cause her mother, weak harvests and lacking feed supply appear to keep her on her toes, especially since they have not been able to find any decent workers to help during the harvest season which has caused some parts of it to rot on the fields before being brought in. Without the tractor, everything has been so slow and tedious that the two women have not managed to finish, before the rains and storms have set in. The German Captain has no experience with farmwork, but can imagine that this is a serious problem for people whose living depends on this. "I'm starting to see why you worry about your family", Hans mutters quietly, bearing a sympathtic expression. "It only gets worse", Sam growls, before taking a big gulp of his whiskey which makes his friend aware that the American's mug is mostly empty already.

Dietrich almost dreads reading the fourth letter, dated to November. But he has given his word and every intention to help his friend. Such cowardice would be inacceptable for a German officer. The tone of the letter already sounds more desperate, like the writer would need to consciously hold herself together. At the bottom, he can make out a spot, where the ink has been diluted by tears. "We had a bit of a scare last week that shook us all. Remember how adventurous Jane is? Well, she took it upon herself to check the fences along the riverbank after that cold snap, convinced Wolfie had sniffed out a break where the coyotes might get through. Jane being Jane, she didn't tell anyone where she was going of course. When she wasn't back by dusk, Ma and I nearly went out of our minds. We finally found her down by the old willow with Wolfie beside her, both shivering violently. She'd slipped on an icy patch near the water's edge. Didn't fall in, thank heavens, but she was soaked to the knees and terrified, more by the dark and the thought of being lost than the cold, I think. She clung to me so tightly. It was a stark reminder of how quickly things can go wrong, especially with fewer hands around. It makes the isolation feel sharper, somehow." Hans gulps visibly, shivering himself, as he remembers the feeling of the cold seeping into body steadily while swimming through the Kieler Förde, chilling him to the bones. He would not wish that experience on any child, least of all Troy's adventurous young niece. he has started to like through reading about her.

But the part which is soaked with a tear is still to come and the German Captain continues reading or rather deciphering the scrawl which becomes more unreadable with the writer becoming more agitated. "After weeks without any news, we finally got a letter from Walter Senior. Apparently, he was wounded fighting against those backstabbing yellow monkeys, but refused to be sent home. Instead he volunteered for a commando unit. How can he do this to us? He has a family, three kids who need their father. You're at least widowed and have no obligations. Could you write to him, Sam? Please. He might listen to you, when he doesn't listen to my pleas." Dietrich looks up with some shock visible on his face, since he is not trying to hide it. "Your brother in law volunteered for a commando unit and your sister wants you to dissuade him?", he mutters incredulously. Sam Troy nods grimly. "Yeah. That's basically it. They're badly off already with the bad harvest and winter coming. But if Walter gets killed, there's noone to take over this ranch, until Wally's old enough." "Wouldn't this have been your ranch, Troy?", the German Captain asks cautiously. "Yeah. But Ma, Walter and Helen kicked me out which I totally deserved, since I was a drunkard and troublemaker, too lost in my self-pity and anger to be of any help", the black-haired American argues with unusual self-loathing. "I fail to see how I could possibly help you. This situation is beyond anybody's control", Hans states in confusion, even though he can empathize with the Sergeant. "You're clever and good with words. You know what to write to Walter", Sam argues. "Wouldn't Moffit have been the far better choice for formulating an English letter?", Dietrich asks dryly. "Jack has his qualities. Empathy isn't one of them. You're the guy with the bleeding heart who helps some Arab kids or takes in stray animals. I need to remind Walter of the obligation to his family without tearing his head off", Sam declares calmly. "I assume that this refers to your first attempts at writing this letter", Hans states with clear irony. "Yeah. That's version 2, I already tore up the first attempt", Troy replies, pointing at the last remaining folded piece of paper.

After reading through it, Hans realizes why Troy has at least been wise in consulting him, as the letter feels offensive and deeply wounding at the same time. "A have never read anything about your brother in law, Walter Peterson, except for indirect references. I have no idea how best to appeal to him. In order to do this, you need to tell me something about him." Sam Troy bares his teeth and swallows the last gulp of his whiskey. "Walter and I never saw eye to eye. But I can tell you that he's a strict, no-nonsense guy. He's always been very military and stayed with the reserve even during peace time. That's why he's drilled Wally junior from the beginning. He wasn't as harsh as your dad though from what I've heard from you and Jakob. Walter didn't really beat his kid seriously, but he insisted on being called Sir and showed him proper salutes, when dealing with military guys." Dietrich observes him closely, tensing visibly when his own father is mentioned. "Just to correct your impression, Sergant, my father did not beat me regularly, only on a few special occasions, such as befriending the wrong people or showing what he considered disgraceful and unworthy behavior for a future German officer." The American Sergeant bares his teeth. "Regularly or not. I saw the scars you got on your back from being beaten." His young commanding officer moves to the defensive now, as he snaps: "Leave me in peace, Troy! At least, be considerate enough to think of that, before you pester me again about befriending my unit members." "I'll leave you in peace, Captain. No worries. But I really need your help for writing this letter", Sam makes an effort about appeasing the obviously cornered young officer. The last month has taught him that shoving the German further against the wall, when he is already in the defence, is not a good idea. "You really need a course in basic diplomacy and speaking with people without offending them half of the time, Troy", Hans states with a fatalistic expression.

"You can give me this course right now by dictating the letter I should write to Walter", Sam offers. The younger man sighs wearily, but realizes that he will not leave before he has finished this. "Give me the whiskey, Troy! I think I really need it now. You can pick up a pen and paper. We're going to draft this letter together." While the German is sipping from Moffit's Scotch, Troy collects his writing utensils. Dietrich can be trusted to go through with such a task however much he might feel awkward about it. "Let's start out. How do you address your brother in law? Do you really just write 'Walter,', no dear, nothing?", Hans asks incredulously, while Sam simply shrugs. "Sure. He's not dear to me. I'm straight and honest." The young Captain shakes his head slightly. "I realize that you have been a lot more polite to me, when I still served in the German Wehrmacht, than you are to your own brother in law." Troy scowls at this assessment, grumbling: "I've always respected you more than that cold fish who married my sister. You're a decent man, Captain, and you've shown honest compassion and respect from the first time we met. Walter's always been distant and I don't recall to have ever seen him smile warmly, in a way that it reached his eyes." The German sighs, but avoids the awkward topic by declaring: "Fine. Then, start your letter as usual. You should then mention Helen and her concerns. How about this? 'Helen mentioned in her last letter that you've volunteered for assignment to a commando unit heading for the Pacific. I'm writing to you directly because I feel I have to say something about that.'"

"That sounds pretty good. Give me some time to write it down", Sam replies happily and starts writing onto the paper with an awkward scrawl. "That looks only marginally better than your sister's handwriting", the young officer comments dryly, as he takes another gulp from his whiskey, while considering how to continue. "You had a part in your original letter which we could reuse. 'Frankly, it struck me as a hell of a decision, considering your situation back home. I know there's a war on - believe me, I know.' That sounds very much like you and fits the situation." Troy actually smiles at him gratefully. "I doubt Moffit would have said something like this about anything I've written. Thanks, Dietrich." In the light of the Sergeant's agitation, the Captain lets the mispronunciation of his name slip uncorrected. "I would add something for showing some empathy and understanding, building a bridge in order to make him actually consider your argument. Something like 'And I understand the pull, the need to be at the sharp end of things. But you and I are in vastly different positions.'" The older American immediately starts writing, as he mutters: "That sounds really good."

Hans Dietrich reflects on the absurdity of this whole situation, before he focuses again on how to continue the letter. "Now you can start with your experience, pointing out what you have in common." Sam mutters: "You mean something like 'I'm in one of these outfits myself, Walter. I know how dirty and gory the missions are and what the odds often look like for the tough and the wimps alike.'?" The German officer nods. "Yes. Something like this, although I would rather formulate it as 'what the training involves, what the missions demand and how bad the odds often look' and wouldn't mention wimps either, as he might feel offended, getting the impression that you refer to him." Troy nods and starts writing again. "That's what I wanted to have you here for, Captain Sherlock. That sounds really a lot better than what I had. And Walter's really picky about words." Smirking, the young officer counters with dry irony: "I can see why you've never seen eye to eye then. He's as stiff as if he'd swallowed a stick and you're a bull in the china shop." "That's rich, when the prim and proper German officer says 'stiff as if he'd swallowed a stick'. I'll remind Walter of this, when I see him again", Sam comments with a wide grin, while writing down the rest of what Dietrich has composed.

"To add the part about commando duty being rough and dirty, I would suggest: 'It's not garrison duty and it's sure as hell not managing a platoon state-side. It's rough, dirty and the chances of coming back in one piece or at all, are something you don't dwell on, if you want to keep your nerve. I signed up for this, knowing what it meant for me.'", Hans points out. "Really good. That doesn't sound as fancy shmancy as what Jack would have suggested", Sam comments. "I'm not a Cambridge scholar and I'm trying to authentically reproduce your style in a little less rough-edged version. You should add that you don't have any wife and children waiting for you, unlike him." Troy grits his teeth. "You mean: 'I don't have anyone relying on me back home. My wife Anne, God rest her soul, is dead and gone. There are no children waiting for my return.'" "Yes. That's exctly, what I mean. Honest and emotional", Hans replies. "Then add: 'But you do, Walter. You have Helen, running herself ragged trying to keep that ranch afloat, managing livestock, crops, repairs, dealing with rationing and shortages with only her mother for help. It's a tough job in peacetime; it's near impossible now with a war raging. From what she writes, she's holding it together, but it's taking a toll on her.' That should remind him of the struggles of his wife." "You know, you're Helen's hero for summarizing her plights like this, Captain. She'll definitely forgive you for reading her letter after this", Sam comments, as he stiffly continues to write.

"The next argument after his wife and her struggles should be his children", Hans argues with a tormented tone. "Also, you have three young children. Wally is trying to be the little man of the house, mimicking the military posture he sees in you. He needs a father to show him more than just how to stand straight - how to be a man in full, someone who understands and teaches him that responsibility isn't just about barking or following orders." The German Captain swallows hard, feeling somewhat reminded of himself and the early days of his childhood, when his father has still been a prisoner of war in France and they have not been sure whether he would ever return alive. His mother has been truly desperate back then, as she has never had a clear idea of how to raise a boy destined to be a plebeian in service of the military rather than a nobleman, while her plans for his sister's future have always been clear. Troy's hand on his shoulder draws him out of his trip down memory lane. "You okay, Captain? You got that thousand yards stare." Hans nods with slight embarrassment. "Yes, I'm fine. I just... got reminded of a few things. Let's continue! 'Jane is running wild, driving her mother crazy. She needs your guidance and a firm hand as much as she needs space for that untamed spirit of hers. And little Jimmy, who barely knows a world without this war, needs his father's presence and protection which he has barely known until now. They all need you, Walter. Not just a memory.'" "Or a folded flag", Sam adds with a grim expression. "That's brilliant. I'll write it down."

"What is the folded flag about? I don't know such a tradition from the German military", Dietrich inquires curiously. "That's something you actually need to know as a U.S. army officer", Troy declares surprisingly sternly. "The flag is folded 13 times until it ends in the form of a tricorn. Each fold has a traditional meaning which we all had to learn in school. The first fold of our flag is a symbol of life and the second of eternal life. The third honors our comrade who gave his life. The fourth is about trusting in God's divine guidance. The fifth is an acknowledgement to our country", the American Sergeant recites with unsual concentration. "The sixth fold is for where our hearts lie and the seventh a tribute to our armed forces. The eighth fold is a tribute to the one who entered into the valley of the shadow of death, that we might see the light of day. While the ninth fold is an honor to womanhood, our mothers, wives and sisters, the tenth is for the father who sent his son to serve his country. The eleventh symbolizes the seal of King David and King Solomon and glorifies the God of Abraham, while the twelveth represents eternity and the holy trinity. Lastly, the thirteenth fold leaves the stars uppermost, reminding us of our national motto, 'In God We Trust.'." As Troy ends his explanation, the young German Captain nods with a thoughtful expression. "Thank you, Troy. I won't remember all the details, but it leaves me with a clear impression of why this flag is so important for you Americans." "You're an American as well now. You got a U.S. passport, serve as an officer in the U.S. army. You even speak English well enough to fool some of our officers and soldiers. You can hardly get more American than that", Sam argues. "It will still take me a while to truly internalize that the star spangled banner is my flag now", Hans mutters in a slightly tormented tone. "You're doin' a great job with that though. You're really just as smart and adaptable as a fox, Captain Fox Kit", the American Sergeant assures him.

"Well, let's get to finishing this letter", the younger man states, trying to escape the awkward position where this discussion has led him. "Considering how important your flag is, I'd use that for continuing. 'Your duty right now isn't just to the flag, Walter! It's also to your family. You're to ensure they have a roof over their heads, food on the table and a father to come home to. Keeping that ranch running, supporting Helen, raising those kids - that's your most important front line. It might not feel as glamorous as being a commando sounds, but it's vital work too. Let your wounds heal properly! And don't transfer to a commando unit out of false patriotism! Volunteering for high-risk duty when you have those kinds of responsibilities waiting for you is irresponsible, unlike for other men who are neither married nor needed by their kids.'" Troy nods. "That sounds good. Can you repeat it again?" A minute later they have arrived at an acceptable written version. "Now we only need to conclude the letter", Dietrich points out. "Think about it, Walter! Think hard about Helen and those kids!" Troy scowls. "That's a bit dramatic, don't you think?" Hans shrugs. "Marcello would love it. Also, you want him to reconsider his decision by thinking of his family. I'd rather drive this home until the end. And I cannot imagine that you're the man for dramatic finishes of letters, Troy." The American Sergeant snorts. "Of course not. I'd just have signed."

"That's why Moffit calls you a barbarian", the young German points out with a smirk. "Okay, okay. I'll write your dramatic finish. Maybe you wanna help me write back to Helen as well", Sam counters. "God forbid! I said that hell will freeze over before I'll set a foot on your ranch and now I'm helping you composing letters to your brother in law. But I shouldn't get involved any further with your sister's affairs. I'm a total stranger after all", Dietrich argues. "No, you're not. Don't you think I've written about you often enough?", Sam counters. Pinching his nose, as he feels a headache growing which is one of the usual side effects of dealing with Troy's insanity for him, Hans merely mutters: "I don't even want to know what exactly you've written about me to your family, Troy. But I sincerely hope that it doesn't further your notion of making me a family friend. At least I haven't read anything about this in these letters." Troy shrugs. "That's just, cause I could only inlcude in my last letter which I haven't been able to send before Tobruk. I can show you Helen's answer next time."

Instead of an answer, the German Captain gulps down the last of the Scotch whiskey, before asking wearily: "I'm far too tired for such discussions now, Troy. Is there anything else you need from me?" Sam shakes his head. "No. You've really helped me a lot. Thanks, Captain. You truly are a good friend." "Would you mind terribly then, not to torment me in return?", Hans asks sarcastically. "I'm not tormenting you. At least I don't do it intentionally. I'm just trying to coax you a bit out of your miserable point of view that you're gonna die and noone cares about that in the first place", Sam argues. "It's a realistic point of view. I stand almost no chance of surviving this war. You know yourself how often you were captured. I won't survive German captivity, as I will be executed as a defector, whether I'm a commando soldier or not. The only thing prolonging my life will be torture to get valuable information out of me", Dietrich points out grimly. "I'd march into the Führer's bunker myself, before letting that happen!", Troy vows immediately. "I don't want you all to die because of me", Hans counters with a pained expression. "We don't want you to die because of us either. But we leave none of our comrades behind. We'll get you out, no matter what", Sam insists, shaking the younger officer's shoulder vehemently. "I had no doubt about your attitude, Troy, only your sanity", the German Captain states dryly. "But I need to get the children to safety and keep my distance to those unable to defend themselves with your fierceness and efficiency. Luckily, General Simms and his tutor for his son provides Ari and Kiri with the best possible protection and education." "You're a briliant and responsible caregiver, Captain. Which is why you've been far better qualified for providing arguments to convince Walter", Sam declares. "You look like death warmed over though. You really should go sleeping." Hans merely nods wearily, feeling just a bone tired as he apparently looks, since nightmares cost him his sleep regularly. "Thank you for the whiskey. I'll see you tomorrow, Troy. Good night. Gute Nacht."

Tully, Hitch and Gotty have been waiting on the hallway and greet him now. "We didn't wanna disturb you", Mark states with a grin. "Could you help Sarge?" Dietrich raises his eyebrows in slight surprise, but nods. "I hope so. He appeared more content afterwards than before. Good night, gentlemen. Oyasumi nasai. Gute Nacht." The soldiers he meets on his way down the hall mostly greet him in a friendly manner, several salute, while only a few eye the tall bruised officer warily. Before anything else, the German Captain walks into the courtyard, intent on checking the situation there, mainly out of the old habit that nothing will work out properly, if he does not doublecheck it at least, rather than distrusting his men or the young Arabs. Thomas Anaru meets him on his way back from the bathrooms and asks curiously where the Captain is headed, only to volunteer to accompany him, as soon as he receives an answer.

Ahmed and Moumen sit closely huddled together next to a small campfire they have lighted to provide them with some warmth and light. "*Haven't you received any blankets for the night?*", Hans inquires. "*We got two*", the young acrobat points out. One of those he has wrapped around his body, while the skinny young beggar is still shivering in spite of the blanket around his shoulders. "Thomas, please fetch two more blankets for the boys and some wood. Tell them at requisition it's on my or Captain Boggs' order!", Hans addresses the Maori soldier who immediately follows the command. "*You will receive one more blanket each. Did you get enough to eat?*", he then asks the boys who both nod and smile gratefully. "*You can both sleep a little. Nobody should come to harm you or steal the animals here in the courtyard in the middle of our fortress. I'll tell the guards at the gate to keep an eye on the beasts and wake you, if something goes wrong. Then, you don't have to stay awake all night.*" Now, they are both very grateful, as only Moumen has a bit of experience with keeping a night watch, although he has never been entrusted with this by the circus he has traveled with. When Anaru returns with the blankets, Dietrich tells him to give everything to the boys, while he turns to inform the night guards at the gate about his arrangement. After wishing their young assitents in handling the animals a good night and his Maori Private as well, he can finally retreat for the evening.

Being as tired as he is, Hans decides to postpone a shower until tomorrow morning and turns directly to his room instead. "Meow", Bastet greets her favourite human caregiver, when he apporaches his room and she looks up from where she has slept on his doormat. Boggs opens his door and addresses his neighbour, when he hears him handling the key and speaking with the kitten in front of his room. Only once he is assured that she is safely held in his colleague's arms and not about to rush into his room, does he open the door fully. "Good evening, Dietrich. May I ask you a question?" The younger officer looks a bit perplexed, but nods, all the while scratching the little cat behind the ears. "How much of what we heard today on the radio was actually true?", the blond American Captain inquires curiously. "As I obviously didn't go to school with Sergeant Moffit, only with Lieutenant Silberblatt, anything involving the Brit is added, although Lieutenant Morris included a lot of true episodes from his youth in Germany", Hans replies calmly. "What about the episode of swimming through that bay?", James Boggs wants to know. Dietrich looks actually embarrassed, as he admits yet again: "Unfortunately, that is a true story. I swam through the bay of Kiel around All Hallow's Eve and I almost died of hypothermia from it. It taught me quite a lesson about reckless behaviour." The blond American smirks a bit, as he asks with a hint of sarcasm: "You mean that you would be even more reckless otherwise. Then you could actually rival Sergeant Troy." The younger Captain glares at him, snapping: "I've never been as insane and reckless as Troy in all my life." "That episode actually falls into this category", Boggs points out, not at all offended by the tone. "Meow", Bastet demands more attention, when her human has stopped petting her because of his heated discussion.

"I apologize for my tone, Captain Boggs", Hans grinds out, once he has regained his self-control. "I'm bone tired and have more than an hour of discussion with the Sergeant behind me." "In addition to the interrogations you led today that is more than enough reason to forgive you, Dietrich", the older Captain relents. When he notices the younger man fumbling for his key, while trying to balance the kitten with his injured arm, he takes mercy on him and helps him along. As soon as the door is unlocked and opened, Bastet demands to be set down, so she can inspect her territory. "Thank you, Captain Boggs. Good night. Gute Nacht", Dietrich mutters, automatically adding his native greeting, before he tenses, as he realizes that the American Captain is not one of his language students and might be offended to be addressed in German. "It's 'good night' in your native language?", James Boggs asks curiously however. When Hans nods, he asks: "Why did you add it?" "I started to use the basic phrase of all languages spoken in our unit to familiarize the men with the terms and hearing the different pronunciations", the young officer replies, visibly relieved that the other is not offended. "A smart idea", the American Captain admits. "I look forward to being able to learn from you as well. What was the phrase? Gute Nackt?" Hans smirks, as he replies: "The word 'nackt' actually means 'naked' in German. It's 'Gute Nacht' with the same ch sound as in Dietrich which I know is difficult of English native speakers to pronounce." Boggs nods and repeats the phrase with a little more success, before leaving for his room.

While the German officer gets ready for bed, Bastet stalks his boots and starts her pouncing training. "Denk nicht einmal dran, die halbe Nacht meine Stiefel anzuspringen!", the lean man admonishes her sternly, rescuing his boots by placing them on top of his cupboard. A bit disappointed, the kitten start meowing to be lifted onto the bed where she immediately claims the pillow as on the previous evenings. Again she leaves it to the human, as soon as he has laid down and picked up his book for reading which she considers an invitation to curl up on his stomach and demand to be petted every time he turns a page. The chemistry book serves Hans well in making him fall asleep within the next few minutes. Bastet decides to get rid of the uncomfortable object lying on his chest by pushing it off onto the mattrass, finally claiming her human sleeping pillow all for herself.