Author's Note: This portion of this story contains elements from episode #90, "The Ultimate Weapon" written by Richard M. Powell. The rest of the story follows from these events. Others own the Hogan's Heroes characters. The character of Diane Michaels was borrowed from episode #16, "Anchors Aweigh, Men of Stalag 13" written by David Chandler and Jack H. Robinson. All others are my creations. Please don't use them without my permission.

The Refugee – Part 1

By Diane Maher

Hogan left Klink's office and returned to the barracks. His crew came out of his office and sat around the table as he poured himself a cup of coffee. Before saying anything, he took a swig to try to warm up after being outside in the cold and relax after the episode in Klink's office.

"Well, mon Colonel, how'd it go?" LeBeau asked.

Before Hogan could answer, Newkirk commented, "Bloody awful. Weren't you in the office listenin' when Schultz nearly blew our plan?"

"No, I was out here trying to keep our lunch from burning," LeBeau commented as he started dishing out the food.

"Pipe down," Hogan said. "It could have gone better, but I think I salvaged the situation. As far as this visiting brass, I don't know what to make of her."

This got LeBeau's attention immediately and his expression brightened when he asked, "Her?"

"Yes. The SS Colonel who's here to check out Schultz's psychic abilities is a woman," Hogan replied. His mind formed an image of her and for a minute, he said nothing.

"Colonel?" Kinch inquired.

Hogan blinked and realized he'd been daydreaming. Taking another drink of his coffee to try and cover his lack of attention, he replied, "We need to make sure that the barracks are clean for an inspection later today. Klink will be bringing her around. Kinch, has headquarters sent us any new jobs lately?"

"No, sir. They said that we should be getting word of some soon," Kinch replied.

"Making sure your calendar is clear before planning a night out on the town, sir?" Newkirk asked.

"Yeah and I'm going with this woman," Hogan jokingly replied. Looking around, he noticed Carter was missing. "Where's Carter?"

"He's taking a woodworking class in Barracks 5," Kinch replied.

While Karla Hoffman was unpacking her things in the VIP quarters, she considered what had happened since she left Berlin that morning. Her assignment here was twofold. One, she was to investigate General Burkhalter's claim of a military genius at Stalag 13. Two, she was to investigate the strange happenings around the camp and determine whether this Colonel Hogan was connected to any of these events. Her commanding officer had given her all the information obtained by the Gestapo in their investigations. During the train trip from Berlin to Hammelburg, she read the reports and found that this Colonel Hogan showed up consistently as a suspect.

The additional information on Hogan was extensive. The Gestapo suspected him of being connected to the events taking place around Stalag 13, but so far, they hadn't been able to prove any of the allegations made against him. There had been no picture included in the file so she'd hoped to meet this man Hogan during this trip to get an idea about his personality. She didn't have to ask for a tour of the camp; Colonel Klink was groveling to his superiors and to the SS, which he obviously feared. When Karla arrived at Stalag 13, her duty was clear in her mind.

"However, now that I've met this Colonel Hogan..." Karla muttered to herself as she finished unpacking. She then went to the window, sat down, made herself comfortable, and looked out at the compound where the prisoners were playing American football. Her eyes fell upon Hogan as he had joined in the game. Her gaze never left him and she smiled as she watched him. He seems to be quite athletic, she thought.

Karla remembered appraising Hogan after he introduced himself in Klink's office earlier and how she felt something tug ever so slightly at her heart. She ignored it at the time. Now that she was alone in the VIP quarters, that same feeling was making its presence felt again and it was becoming increasingly difficult for her to ignore. Since the death of her fiancé in Poland, she had given up on trying to have any meaningful relationships before the war ended.

There was a knock on the door then and Karla blinked as her musings about Hogan were interrupted. Karla stood, crossed the room and answered the door. She found Colonel Klink standing there with Sergeant Schultz.

"Colonel Hoffman, are you ready for your tour of the camp?" Klink asked.

Karla reached for her coat on the rack, put on her hat and replied, "Yes."

They headed across the compound to a building labeled as the Recreation Hall. Klink opened the door and turned on the lights. Karla looked in and was impressed at not only the variety of items there to occupy the prisoners but also the cleanliness of the room.

From there, Klink took her to a second building. Schultz opened the door and Klink said, "This is the camp bakery. As you can see, it's kept spotless."

Karla nodded. They headed for another, smaller building. When Klink opened the door, a wall of stench greeted them.

Karla coughed, covered her mouth and nose with her hand, took a step back and asked, "What is that awful odor?"

Klink waved his hand trying to keep the acrid smell from his own nose, turned and demanded, "Schultz, when was this place last cleaned?"

"I don't know, Herr Kommandant," Schultz replied.

"See to it that this place is thoroughly cleaned!" Klink ordered.

"Jawohl, Herr Kommandant," Schultz replied with a salute and closed the door.

"What is this miserable place?" Karla asked, noticing the growth of black mold in places.

"This is our delousing station. When a new prisoner is brought to the camp, this is the first place they see," Klink replied. "They are required to bathe here."

"Ewww! People bathe here? How disgusting!" Karla complained.

"Schultz will see to it that it is cleaned up. I'm sorry that it was in this state," Klink said. "Come, let's go."

Karla nodded, quickly turned and left the delousing station. Klink guided her to another, more solid looking building. As they entered, Klink said, "This is the cooler. Down at the end of the hall, we have our solitary confinement cells."

What a dreary place this is, Karla thought. She didn't want to think how horrible it must be to be incarcerated inside one of those cells.

Finally, they left the solitary building, and headed towards one of the barracks. Karla noticed that the wooden building they approached was labeled as Barracke 2. The prisoners were inside the barracks now.

When they entered, Klink began, "Now this is a typical barracks and these are some of our prisoners."

Karla nodded slightly and looked around the room. A short, black haired man was watching her intently. Most of the other prisoners were engaged in some sort of activity, like writing letters home or playing cards. One was even sketching another prisoner.

"Where is Colonel Hogan?" Klink asked.

"I think he's in his office taking a nap," the short black haired prisoner replied in French accented English.

Klink frowned, walked to the end of the barracks and knocked loudly on the door. "Colonel Hogan!"

Shortly, the door opened and the American officer who had been in Klink's office stood in the doorway. "Yes, Kommandant, what is it?" Hogan asked.

Klink replied, "You'll come out of your office when I am in the barracks and you and your men will show me some respect."

"Just some respect?" Hogan asked.

"Humph!" Klink replied shaking a balled fist in the air.

As she stood behind Klink, Karla grinned as Hogan mocked the Kommandant. She wiped the smile from her face before Klink noticed.

"Excuse me, Frau Oberst," Schultz said behind her.

Karla walked further into the barracks so Schultz could enter.

"Achtung!" Schultz commanded.

"You're a bit late, Schultz," Klink commented, frowning.

"But sir, I thought you wanted the delousing station cleaned immediately," Schultz replied.

"You could have had some of the prisoners do it tomorrow!" Klink replied.

Karla interrupted, "Colonel Klink, I would like to speak to these men. As I understand from reading your report, Sergeant Schultz is their barracks guard and I want to see what they know about his predictive abilities. I shouldn't be very long."

"Are you certain, Colonel Hoffman?" Klink asked.

"Jawohl," Karla replied.

"Schultz, you will remain here with Colonel Hoffman to ensure her safety," Klink ordered.

"Jawohl, Herr Kommandant!" Schultz replied. Klink turned to leave the barracks.

Karla was looking at Hogan again and noticed that he didn't look like he'd been sleeping. She looked back at Klink who had paused at the door, turned back and said, "Colonel Hogan, you're invited to my quarters for a dinner tonight that Corporal LeBeau will fix."

"What?!" the dark haired Frenchman protested loudly.

Hogan inclined his head towards the Frenchman with a look that silenced the other man. "Thank you, Kommandant. I'll be there and LeBeau will be glad to cook for you and your guests." Klink nodded once in satisfaction, turned and left. Hogan glanced in her direction.

Colonel Hoffman was looking at him when he glanced her way and Hogan noticed that her expression was one of genuine surprise when he accepted Klink's dinner invitation. I'll have to be careful around her, Hogan thought.

Hogan's gaze met Colonel Hoffman's and held it; her eyes weren't cold and hard as steel like he would have expected from someone in her position. He was surprised when he saw the warmth in her eyes. Her gaze never left his until she strode past him into his office to take a look around after Klink left the barracks. Schultz stayed with his crew in the next room to eat a snack. Hogan closed the door behind him and crossed his arms over his chest.

"Well, do my quarters meet with your standards of cleanliness?" Hogan asked.

"It's not bad. At least you try to keep your quarters clean," Colonel Hoffman commented as she looked around the room. "I've seen far worse."

Hogan said sarcastically, "The maid only comes once every two weeks."

Colonel Hoffman tried to stifle a giggle and was only partially successful. She said, "There goes my tough woman image."

"Yeah," Hogan said, his tone soft. "I don't mind."

"You must be very lonely," Colonel Hoffman said softly.

Hogan nodded and looked away from her. When he turned back to face Colonel Hoffman, she had sat on the lower bunk.

"Oh, I'm sorry, do you mind if I sit here for a minute?" she asked as she took off her cap and ran her fingers through her wavy, blonde hair. She looked towards the window.

"No, I don't mind," Hogan replied. He noticed how the light reflected off her hair and added, "You told Klink that you wanted to talk to me?"

"Yes. Have you noticed Sergeant Schultz's predictive abilities before?" Colonel Hoffman asked.

"Only when Corporal LeBeau is cooking," Hogan replied.

Colonel Hoffman's brow furrowed. "You mean Schultz is predictable because he will come here looking for food?"

Hogan chuckled. "Yes. That's the only thing we've noticed with regards to Schultz."

"That doesn't answer my question," Colonel Hoffman said as she stood and came to stand close to him.

"No, it doesn't. Do you seriously think that I'm going to give the SS a straight answer?" Hogan asked.

Colonel Hoffman shrugged, met his gaze and replied in a softer tone, "Perhaps not. Don't think of giving the SS an answer. I'd like you to give me a straight answer."

"You're in the SS," Hogan said, his tone even. "The answer you get depends on the question you ask."

Colonel Hoffman frowned at his response and said, "I'm in the SD. We are part of the SS, but we're not like those monsters."

"You could have fooled me," Hogan commented dryly, allowing his arms to drop to his sides.

Colonel Hoffman paused for a moment before asking, "Will you tell me a little bit about yourself?"

Hogan's brow rose in surprise. "What kind of question is that? It has nothing to do with Schultz!"

"I know," Colonel Hoffman replied. "I want to know more about you."

Hogan said, "Only if you tell me something about yourself first."

Colonel Hoffman shrugged and replied, "Fair enough. I'm from Hamburg and my family was killed in an Allied air raid last year."

"Sorry to hear that," Hogan said.

Colonel Hoffman's voice was quiet when she replied, "Danke."

Hogan noticed the change in the tone of her voice. It had changed to reflect the woman who was Colonel Hoffman. It was no longer the officer speaking. He asked, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing," Colonel Hoffman replied, shaking her head.

Hogan watched as she went to the bunk, picked up and put on her cap and headed for the door. When she opened it, she paused, turned and looked back at him before leaving his office, and then the barracks. When she left, Hogan realized he was holding his breath and exhaled. He was still staring at the spot where she had stood. He turned, went to the window and looked out. It was starting to snow.

As Hogan watched the snow fall, his mind became contemplative. He considered his purpose in being at Stalag 13. It was to sabotage the enemy, assist all friendly forces and help escaping prisoners get out of Germany. During his time at Stalag 13, Hogan had established and run his organization beneath Colonel Klink's nose. Once he'd chosen his crew, they dug their fantastic tunnel system and eventually made contact with the local underground to set up the escape route out of Germany. What about his purpose? No, it wasn't a purpose. Duty is what it was. I have a duty to my country.

Hogan stared out the window and his thoughts drifted back to Colonel Hoffman. What is it about her that I like, aside from the obvious? The answer came to him out of nowhere. He smiled as he thought, she's good-looking and more than willing to engage me at my own game.

"Colonel? Are you all right?" Kinch asked from behind him.

"What?" Hogan replied as he turned away from the window and blinked as Kinch's question interrupted his wandering thoughts.

"Are you all right?" Kinch repeated.

"Yeah, Kinch. I'm fine," Hogan replied.

"What did she want?" Kinch asked.

Hogan replied, "She just wanted to see my quarters and asked whether we've ever noticed Schultz's predictive abilities before now." Kinch left the room, quietly closing the door behind him.

Hogan turned back to the window and looked out at the quarter-sized flakes. She's had an effect on me, he thought as he looked out at the snow for a few minutes more before he closed first the outside shutters, then the window and then went to clean himself up for the night's dinner. He pulled out a fresh change of clothes, a tie, his toilet kit and some after shave lotion. Hogan grinned as he felt the need to be especially neat and clean for this dinner.

Karla Hoffman returned to the VIP quarters after talking to Colonel Hogan in the barracks. Hogan's vague answers to my question regarding Schultz's predictive abilities tell me that he knows more than he's willing to say. I never got to find out more about him. I'll have to try and speak to Hogan again after dinner, Karla thought as she went into the bathroom to get ready for Klink's dinner. After she showered and changed to a fresh uniform, she headed over to Klink's private quarters.

When Karla knocked on the door, Schultz opened it and politely offered to take her coat and hat for her.

"Danke, Sergeant," Karla said as she removed her coat and hat and he took them.

"You're welcome. The Kommandant is waiting for you, Frau Oberst," Schultz replied.

Karla went into the living room and found Klink fussing over a tray of hors d'oeuvres. "Herr Kommandant," she said.

Klink turned at the sound of her voice. "Ah! Colonel Hoffman, you're early."

"I don't like to be late. I'll make myself comfortable while I wait for the rest of your guests to arrive," Karla replied.

"Can I get you something to drink?" Klink asked, nervous. "Or perhaps you would like some hors d'oeuvres?"

"I'd like a glass of wine, please," Karla replied as she sat in a chair.

Klink nodded and turned to a man dressed as a waiter and said, "Carter, get a couple of glasses and pour some wine for Colonel Hoffman and me."

General Burkhalter arrived with Hilda at his side a few minutes later. He saw her and said, "Good evening, Colonel Hoffman."

Karla stood, saluted him, and replied, "Good evening, Herr General."

Schultz took General Burkhalter and Hilda's coats; the couple sat on the couch and Burkhalter began flirting with Hilda. Karla sat back down in the chair.

Carter returned with two glasses of wine on a tray and handed one to her and the other to Klink. She took it, thanked him and started sipping it. Karla noticed that only Colonel Hogan was missing. After listening to Burkhalter flirt with Hilda for several minutes, Karla wanted Hogan to come. At least she might have an interesting conversation with him, even if it had nothing to do with Schultz.

Klink sat in the other chair next to Karla then and said, "Carter, bring two more glasses and the bottle of wine for the General."

"Yes, sir," Carter said and left.

"Colonel Hoffman, I hope that you are impressed with the high level of security here at Stalag 13," Klink said.

Karla nodded. "Speaking of security, do you frequently allow the prisoners to assist at your camp functions?"

Klink replied, "Yes. It keeps them busy. They don't have time to plan an escape."

Karla nodded and sipped her wine. She wondered what else the prisoners did besides cook and serve food and drink.

Klink added, "You might not be aware of it, but there has never been a successful escape from Stalag 13."

Karla nodded and sipped her wine as Klink continued talking. She suddenly wondered what part Colonel Hogan played in the no escape record. After all, he was the senior POW officer and he would be the man to approve any plans to escape. Hogan would also have any information that the prisoners gleaned at Klink's functions. She recalled some of the details in the Gestapo file on Hogan and realized that they could be right about him. Proving any of the allegations against Hogan would be difficult.

Carter returned then with a bottle of wine and two more glasses and Klink stopped talking. Carter handed one glass to the General, one to Hilda and poured the wine.

"This is an excellent wine, Klink," Burkhalter said after taking a sip.

"Danke, Herr General," Klink replied. To Karla he asked, "I trust everything is satisfactory?"

"Jawohl, Herr Kommandant. Danke," Karla replied.

A few minutes later, Colonel Hogan arrived. Klink stood then and spoke to Carter, who then went into the kitchen. Karla watched as the American officer sat in the chair Klink had vacated. Carter came out of the kitchen with a glass of wine which he served to Hogan before coming over and refilling her glass. She saw Klink frown at what he took to be Hogan's presumption at sitting next to her. The Kommandant then took a chair at the other end of the sofa.

"Thank you," Karla said to Hogan under her breath.

"What did I do?" Hogan asked softly.

Karla leaned closer to him so only he could hear her and replied, "You took Klink's chair."

Hogan chuckled. "I suppose you were getting tired of Klink's chattering?"

Karla grinned. "Yes. I was also getting sick of his over-politeness. Don't you ever get tired of Klink?"

"More than you can possibly imagine," Hogan replied, rolling his eyes.

"If that's the case, why don't you escape?" Karla asked. "After seeing the disgusting state of the delousing station, I don't know how you can stand it in this place."

"The guards would start shooting. They don't like it if we try to leave," Hogan replied.

Carter came out of the kitchen then and announced, "Dinner is served."

Hogan and Karla stood and headed to the table. Karla was hungry and the smell of the food was wonderful as they gathered around the table.

As they sat to the table, Burkhalter pushed in Hilda's chair and Karla was pleasantly surprised when Hogan did the same for her.

"Thank you, Colonel Hogan," Karla said.

Hogan's tone was polite when he replied, "You're welcome."

Karla noticed that it wasn't the same kind of politeness that Klink had showered her with earlier; instead, it seemed genuine. Hogan sat on her left. General Burkhalter had Hilda's attention for the moment.

As they were served, Karla thought, Perhaps after dinner, I can get closer to Hogan.

After a fabulous dinner cooked by the Frenchman, the phone rang. The call was for General Burkhalter. He took the call, found it was Berlin and listened.

"Jawohl, this is General Burkhalter speaking." He paused and listened. "Ja...ja. Excellent. Danke. Heil Hitler."

Burkhalter turned to them and said, "Düsseldorf has been wiped out in an Allied bombing raid."

How can Burkhalter say that and look happy? Karla thought, aghast. She couldn't hide her shock at Burkhalter's calm acceptance at the city of Düsseldorf being destroyed in an Allied bombing raid. As her gaze drifted to Hogan, she noticed that he was watching her for her reaction to the news. It would seem that Sergeant Schultz's predictive abilities have been confirmed, Karla thought.

Karla turned her attention back to Burkhalter and Klink who had complete confidence in Sergeant Schultz's abilities. Burkhalter insisted that Schultz make another prediction. Klink was especially proud of his Sergeant. As for Hogan, he showed no emotion one way or the other. Why do I not believe in Schultz's abilities? Karla asked herself.

When Schultz made his next prediction, Karla noticed that the drunken Sergeant once again asked Hogan for the name of the city that was to be bombed. This troubled her. The expression on Hogan's face was cautious, yet he seemed satisfied that Schultz took his cue of Berlin as the next city to be bombed. General Burkhalter never questioned Schultz's prediction; nor did he seem to notice that the choice of city had essentially been supplied by an enemy officer. He then made a phone call and ordered all of the squadrons of fighters currently protecting the ball bearing plant at Zuglitz to be ready to protect Berlin from Allied destruction the next night. Burkhalter toasted Schultz's abilities.

Karla wasn't convinced this was the best thing to do. "Other important targets will be left unprotected," she said and looked sidelong at Colonel Hogan.1 She noticed that Hogan said nothing after reminding Schultz of the city to be bombed. He was calm as he sipped his wine and looked over his glass at her. On his left, Schultz was completely plastered.

Both Burkhalter and Klink had drunk too much. Burkhalter looks like an overconfident baboon with that stupid, alcohol-induced smile on his face! Klink looks like that even without drinking, Karla thought with an amused smirk.

Karla glimpsed Hogan looking at her several times over the course of dinner and wondered what was going through the American's mind. Something's afoot here and I suspect that you have something to do with it, Hogan. Am I right? I may never know the answer to that question, she thought.

"Aren't you going to celebrate with us, Colonel Hoffman?" Burkhalter asked.

"No. I have a report to finish and have some questions I need to have answered by speaking to Colonel Hogan," Karla replied.

"Why Hogan?" Burkhalter asked, his voice slurred from the alcohol.

"I wish to discuss my observations regarding Schultz with him to clarify some details for my report," Karla replied. "Preferably with no one here to disturb us."

Burkhalter and Klink helped Schultz stand and Hilda brought their coats.

Hogan watched as the four Germans left at this point, leaving Colonel Hoffman alone with him. She locked both of the doors leading to Klink's quarters. The sound of the keys turning in the locks sounded like cannon fire to him in the stillness of the room after everyone else had left. Hogan stood, casually walked over to one of the windows and pulled open the curtains.

What's Colonel Hoffman up to? Hogan thought as he looked out the window at the moonlit compound and watched Burkhalter, Klink and Schultz enter the building that served as the officer's club in Stalag 13. Hogan smiled inwardly. All they want is booze to celebrate their victories. Let them count their chickens before they're hatched!

When Hogan turned around a moment later, he found Colonel Hoffman standing behind him. She's really beautiful, he thought. During the meal, he'd tried not to meet her gaze. He had been largely unsuccessful and found that he enjoyed looking at her as a woman. As an officer, Colonel Hoffman knew how to deal with Klink and Burkhalter and he respected her for that.

"So, you want to talk to me?" Hogan asked as he felt an almost electric tension building in the air between them.

Colonel Hoffman replied, "Yes. I'm not entirely convinced of Schultz's so-called psychic powers. He seems to rely on you for his information."

Hmmm. She noticed Schultz's reliance on me immediately. She's a lot more observant than either Burkhalter or Klink! Hogan thought and then replied, "What are you going to do?"

Hogan's confidence was shaken by how easily Colonel Hoffman had seen through this part of his ploy. He walked to the table, picked up two glasses, filled them with some of Klink's wine and handed one to her. He drank a mouthful to calm his nerves, and then set the glass on the round, marble-topped oak table next to him. If Colonel Hoffman suspects me of something, why didn't she expose me to Burkhalter and Klink? Hogan wondered as he watched her.

Karla took the glass of wine Hogan proffered, raised it to her lips and took a sip. She set her glass next to his, and then faced him again. Her lips curled into a smile, and she calmly said, "I haven't decided."

Karla was standing even closer to Hogan now, but he didn't seem offended. Her close proximity to him allowed her to smell his cologne and she saw how handsome he was up close. She felt excited in his presence and thought, I have to try and control myself better than this!

Karla went to stand at another window. Hogan followed her over to the window, but wasn't standing quite as close as before, Karla noticed as she looked out at the moonlit compound. Looking down at her feet for a moment, and then staring out the window, Karla thought, What is Hogan thinking?

"You don't believe that Schultz has psychic powers," Hogan said as he picked up both of the wine glasses.

When Karla turned toward him, he handed her wine glass to her. She took another sip of wine before replacing her glass on the table and replying, "No."

"What will you put in your report?" Hogan asked.

"I'll tell those who are foolish enough to believe in psychics exactly want they want to hear," Karla replied.

Surprised at this revelation and at Colonel Hoffman's derogatory description of her superior officers and perhaps even of the Führer himself, Hogan's curiosity was piqued. "Who are you?" Hogan asked as he reached out and touched her right arm.2

Karla turned towards him and looked into his face when she replied, "A woman who would rather be something other than what I am. Help me!" 3

Hogan couldn't turn away from Colonel Hoffman. As he looked into her striking blue-gray eyes, he saw a mixture of emotions there. He felt his pulse start to race being this close to her. There was a hint of desperation in her voice and her eyes as she spoke, he noticed as he took her in his arms and kissed her. He noticed the softness of her lips. Her skin felt like velvet as his hand briefly cupped her cheek. She seems so vulnerable. Is it possible that she really wants my help? Hogan asked himself.

When they separated, Hogan realized what he had just done and whom he was doing it with. So much for LeBeau's warning! he thought. It's been so terribly long since I've kissed a woman passionately that I don't care whether she's dangerous. I haven't even kissed Hilda like that.

"Colonel Hoffman," Hogan sighed and closed his eyes for a moment. He felt his control of the situation slipping through his fingers. The trouble was, at the moment, he didn't care.

"Mmmm…Colonel Hogan, please call me Karla," Karla purred.

"Karla. My name is Robert," Hogan whispered. He thought about how wonderful it felt to have this beautiful woman in his arms, no matter who she was. The soft touch of her lips when he kissed her and the press of her body against his felt heavenly.

"You are…" Hogan began and his voice trailed off.

"I am…a woman," Karla replied.

Hogan looked at her again and thought, You're a very good-looking woman. What concerns me is the fact that I enjoyed kissing you so much! I need time to calm down! "Yes. You are also the enemy," he said as he let go of her.

"So are you," Karla acknowledged.

"Why do you think I can help you?" Hogan asked.

"The Gestapo suspects you of being part of the Underground. There have also been many officers who have disappeared from the vicinity of Stalag 13," Karla replied.

"Just because the Gestapo says something, doesn't make it true," Hogan said.

"I believe you can help me leave the country," Karla said.

"Why would you want to do that?" Hogan asked.

Karla looked away and replied, "I have my reasons."

"I'm a prisoner of war. I don't have any connections to the Underground," Hogan said. "I'm sorry."

Karla nodded and went to step away from Hogan when he pulled her back to him and kissed her with an intensity that surprised them both.

Hogan released her slowly, stepped reluctantly back from her, and then hesitated as he said, "I...uh...have to...return...um...to the barracks." His eyes thoroughly inspected the contours of her figure as he said this.

Hogan crossed the room to the door. As he reached for the key and unlocked the door, Hogan thought, I'm always so sure of myself around women and I can't believe how badly I stumbled over that one sentence just now! Hogan paused and looked back at her before he opened the door and left.

As Hogan left Klink's quarters and walked across the compound, he considered what had happened tonight. One minute I'm looking out the window, the next, I'm holding a beautiful woman in my arms and we're kissing each other passionately! What a pleasant surprise that was! It was dark as he entered Barracks 2. He quietly went into his office at the end of the barracks, removed his jacket, tie and shoes before climbing into the top bunk for the night.

Hogan's mind drifted back to London and another woman, another time. Diane Michaels was a beautiful woman whom he had been seeing for a number of months before the war broke out in Europe.4 If the war hadn't started, maybe I would have settled down with her, he thought. As he stared at the ceiling, his eyes adjusted to the dark and he was now able to see the knots in the boards that made up the roof of the barracks.

What about Colonel Hoffman? This question came unbidden to his mind. Hogan closed his eyes to sleep and saw an image of her in his mind. What about her? She's the enemy! She could be setting me up in some sort of trap. Despite this last thought, the image of her refused to go away and thoughts of doing more pleasurable activities with her also came to mind. He shook his head to clear his thoughts, sighed and mumbled, "I've been cooped up in this place for far too long…"

Hogan slept more soundly that night than he had in many months. The next morning, he went through his usual morning hygienic routine. As he casually walked out to answer roll call, he noticed the cold, dreary morning seemed brighter than it had in several weeks.

From the window of the Kommandant's quarters, Karla observed the American officer as he walked across the moonlit compound and watched him enter his barracks. I still can't believe we actually kissed or that I would enjoy it so much, she thought. Hogan had responded so passionately that she couldn't get the incident out of her mind. Then he left so suddenly that she thought, Was I too forward? One minute he seemed to be enjoying himself, the next, he was…shy?

Karla closed her eyes for a moment before she closed the curtains, turned and went to get her coat and hat. When Burkhalter and the others had left earlier, she felt the cold breeze come through the door. The weather had gotten colder over the course of the evening. As she pulled on her gloves, her mind went back to the incident with Hogan. Hmmm. His actions during the dinner could be seen as very suspicious behavior. His actions toward me afterwards could be seen as a man who was lonely.

As Karla left the Kommandant's quarters a few minutes later and walked across the compound towards the VIP quarters, she asked herself, Is it possible that I'm falling for Colonel Hogan? She paused and glanced over her shoulder across the compound towards the building where Hogan's quarters were located. Up until now, she hadn't been able to admit that possibility to herself though she had felt attracted to him ever since she first laid eyes on him earlier that day in Klink's office. The feeling was much stronger now after the incident in Klink's quarters.

She continued on to the VIP quarters, climbed the steps and entered. After closing the door, Karla took off her coat and hat and hung them on the rack next to the door. Turning, she crossed the living room to the desk where she sat to complete her report on her findings during her visit to Stalag 13. She always slept better when her work was finished. Johann could never understand that about me, she thought as she picked up a pen, pulled out a pad of paper and started to write.

"My first problem is that I suspect Sergeant Schultz's so-called psychic abilities are non-existent and I can't prove it until the time of his prediction comes and goes. The second problem…Colonel Hogan," Karla said out loud. She closed her eyes and sighed deeply as an image of him appeared in her mind's eye. "Ahhh, Colonel Hogan. You are worthy of my undivided attention."

The question of how Karla felt about the American continued to weigh upon her thoughts as she worked to complete her report on Sergeant Schultz before retiring for the night. She couldn't forget feeling the warmth of Hogan's lips on hers or his arms around her, holding her firmly yet gently against his body. He had awakened her suppressed desire and she enjoyed the heady sensation as she experienced those emotions again after so long. She couldn't deny that she had wanted to be in Hogan's arms and when it finally happened, it had been all she could do to control her emotions. Shaking her head in an attempt to clear her thoughts, she opened her eyes and continued writing.

It was late when Karla finally finished the report. She decided to put it in the mail the next morning. After sealing the envelope containing the required three copies of the report and putting her copy in her attaché case, she prepared to go to bed for the night.

Before Karla put on her pajamas, she looked over her shoulder and saw her naked back reflected in a wall mirror and though the bruises from the events of six weeks ago on her body were gone, their image was still as fresh in her mind as it was the first time she saw herself while she was recovering in a Luftwaffe hospital after being dropped off nearby and found by one of their patrols.

A sudden wave of anguish and pain flashed through her mind's eye as she struggled to keep the events of that horrible night and the emotions it stirred within her at bay. She blinked, refocused her eyes and brought her mind back to the present and finished preparing for bed.

As Karla lay awake that night, she considered her assignment to investigate the strange happenings at Stalag 13 and what she had discovered in her research prior to coming here. She also took into account the things that had happened since her arrival. The questions all these things raised in her mind were disturbing. Is Hogan involved in these events? she wondered.

As Karla's thoughts drifted back to the senior POW, she closed her eyes, saw an image of him in her mind and thought guiltily about how she was feeling toward this man, despite the fact that he was an American and a prisoner.

Klink and Burkhalter observed the morning roll call with no show of emotion. Burkhalter decided to inspect the camp while he was here and now that Schultz reported all his prisoners were present and accounted for, Klink dismissed the men and the two German officers continued about their business.

As the prisoners dispersed, Hogan went and leaned against Barracks 2 and casually hooked his thumbs in his jacket pockets. Carter joined him.

"Colonel, what about tonight?" Carter asked.

"What about it? Everything's going as planned," Hogan replied. He noticed that his second in command, the tall, dark-haired RAF Wing Commander Clive Blackman had come over from Barracks 5.

"Aren't you concerned? I mean, with this SS officer in camp?" Blackman asked.

"No," Hogan replied.

"Who is he? Why haven't I seen him?" Blackman asked.

"You mean, who is she, Blackman. You were stuck over in Barracks 5 when she visited our barracks," Hogan replied.

"What? The SS officer is a woman?!" Blackman inquired.

Hogan grinned slyly and crossed his arms over his chest. He stared in the direction of the VIP quarters where a woman wearing a black uniform walked out of the building and strode purposefully toward Klink's office. "Yup."

Blackman followed Hogan's gaze and checked out the woman. He shook his head in amazement. "You're right, sir. She isn't bad looking."

Carter saw Hogan's expression and exclaimed, "Sir!! You're not thinking of…?!" Carter's shock at Hogan's attitude was evident in the tone of his voice when he exclaimed, "Colonel!"

Hogan's eyes followed Karla as she walked across the compound until she entered the administration building. He couldn't help himself as he thought, I wouldn't mind polishing her brass. When the door to the building closed behind her, he blinked, saw Carter's incredulous expression and asked, "What?"

Carter stared at him, his mouth agape. "You didn't hear a word I said."

"What did you say? Have I done anything?" Hogan asked defensively.

In the background, Blackman grinned as he watched Hogan recover from watching the woman. Carter clearly didn't approve of Hogan's attitude.

"No, but I think you're thinking about doing something...sir," Carter replied, frowning. He shook his head, put his hands on his hips and watched Hogan.

Abruptly, Hogan's brow furrowed and he said, "It's not for you to judge me, Carter."

LeBeau came over then and asked, "So mon Colonel, what happened with her last night?"

Newkirk was standing next to the Frenchman and winked. "I'm sure the Colonel has a lot of stories to tell us."

Hogan snapped at them angrily, "Knock it off!! I don't wanna discuss her!"

Before any of the crew could protest Hogan's sharp reply, Blackman stepped in and said, "All right, that's enough!"

Hogan then turned, strode into the barracks and into his office, slamming the door behind him. He was fuming mad at Carter for daring to tell him, his superior officer, what to do and at the others for their attempted breach of his privacy. As he sat on the lower bunk and stared out the window, he realized that he was indeed thinking of doing something with Karla. However, he doubted that he'd have the chance. A wistful sigh escaped Hogan's lips as he lay back, closed his eyes and considered the possibilities.

As Hogan lay in his bunk, he reviewed Karla Hoffman's actions since her arrival. At first, she had seemed to be the perfect Nazi officer with her straight armed salute to Burkhalter and Klink. Hogan recalled the moment he was introduced to her in Klink's office. He had quickly inspected her body and she had done the same to him. He also noticed how when Burkhalter had subsequently spoken to her, that she hadn't turned away from looking at him.

His next encounter with Karla in the barracks had mystified him. She had come into his quarters and they had shared small talk. He had found himself feeling comfortable in her presence. She was interested in him, but he felt that there was more to it than her investigation into Schultz's predictive abilities. Hogan couldn't put his finger on her specific motives for coming to see him.

The dinner in Klink's quarters had been the turning point. Hogan had felt an attraction to Karla growing since his first sight of her, but by the end of the evening, they had shared two intense kisses and he found himself wanting more. Karla's desperate plea for help had touched him.

Hogan stood and went into the main room of the barracks to get himself a cup of coffee. The men of his unit were there playing cards and talking and he sat down to join them. He sat next to Commander Blackman.

"It seems that Colonel Hoffman wants our help," Hogan said.

"What makes you say that?" Blackman asked.

"She asked me for help," Hogan replied with a shrug. "I think her request was genuine."

"But why would she want our help?" Kinch asked.

"I think that she is afraid of something or someone and is willing to come to our side to get away from them," Hogan said.

"How sure are you of that?" Blackman asked. Hogan didn't have time to answer as Schultz called the men to roll call outside. Blackman left to return to his place outside of Barracks 5 while the men of Barracks 2 fell out for the afternoon roll call.

After roll call, Hogan and his men were casually standing outside the barracks talking when Hogan noticed Karla crossing the compound to her car. She was obviously ready to leave Stalag 13.

"Colonel, did you know she was leaving?" Kinch asked.5

"No, I didn't know," Hogan replied, a look of genuine surprise on his face.6

Hogan walked over to where Karla's car was parked. Apparently, she had just finished speaking with Klink and Burkhalter. When Hogan arrived on the scene, Karla said, "Step in, Colonel Hogan, I have a message for you."7 Karla climbed into the back seat of the car, situated herself and listened as Burkhalter prompted Hogan to follow her.

When Hogan entered the curtained off back seat of the car and closed the door, Karla was sitting on the other side. She reached over, pulled him to her and kissed him. Somehow, he managed to keep himself from reacting to her presence. Suddenly, he wondered why he would want to restrain himself. Karla is a beautiful woman, he thought.

"Where are you going?" Hogan asked when they separated. Wow! That was some message! he thought. He felt himself yearning for her even more now.

"I've been ordered to go to Zuglitz on some security matter at the ball bearing plant," Karla said.8

"Zuglitz?" Hogan asked.9 Oh, no! It's going to be bombed tonight! His heart sank upon hearing this.

"Until tomorrow then?" Karla asked as the driver started the engine.10

Hogan nodded. "Yeah, 'til tomorrow," he replied quietly.11 He then left the car and walked back to the barracks.

After Colonel Hoffman's car left Stalag 13, Hogan went inside the barracks, and down to the tunnel. He wanted to be alone to reconsider his emotions with regards to Karla. It troubled him that she was all he could think about. It bothered him more that he was sending her to her death by allowing her to go to Zuglitz.

Hogan sighed as he sat on the cot in the radio room. He knew that in his position, he shouldn't allow himself to get involved. It was little consolation as he smelled Karla's perfume as it wafted into his nose from where she had touched him.

Kinch came down a few minutes later to monitor the radio.

"Kinch, have we received any assignments from headquarters?" Hogan asked.

"No, sir," Kinch replied.

Hogan nodded. "Let me know if the situation changes."

"Will do, sir," Kinch replied. "Is something wrong?"

Hogan looked down at his feet and turned his head away so Kinch couldn't see the chaos on his face and replied, "No. Why should there be anything wrong? She's one less German we'll have to..."

"Yes, sir," Kinch said, noticing the emotional turmoil in Hogan's voice. He then left to go back to the barracks.

As soon as Hogan heard the trap door close, he closed his eyes and felt tears running down his cheeks.

As Karla kissed Hogan, she felt terrible trying to seduce him just for the sake of getting some answers to her unasked questions about recent and upcoming events. Her suspicions concerning what else he did besides being a POW were founded mostly on hunches and gut feelings after reading the incident reports prepared by the Gestapo. His behavior last night during the dinner in the Kommandant's quarters reinforced her suspicions.

When Karla mentioned going to Zuglitz, she saw the sudden expression of concern cross Hogan's features and also noticed that his body was tense as she held him. In fact, it was almost rigid. These two observations told her all she needed to know. Hogan knows something's going to happen. Perhaps Zuglitz is to be bombed tonight instead of Berlin? She recalled that there had been many unsuccessful attempts to destroy Zuglitz recently. However, I need more proof. I need facts. My superior officer will demand nothing less on this case. He has already told me that my punishment for failure will be worse than it was six weeks ago! She shivered inwardly at that thought. It may take the loss of a very important ball bearing plant to give him the proof he demands.

"Until tomorrow then?" Karla asked and kissed Hogan lightly on his cheek.12 A moment later, the driver started the motor, Hogan left the car, and Karla felt the jolt as the car lurched forward. It took every ounce of willpower she had not to look back through the curtains as the car drove out the gates of Stalag 13.

The car drove into Hammelburg and went to Gestapo Headquarters. After it stopped in front of the building, Karla went inside to complete the paperwork for her return of the car and driver.

As Karla waited for the receptionist to get some carbon paper, she set her duffel bag and attaché case on the floor. She considered Hogan's actions in the car. He's hiding something; I must find out what! Karla thought.

The receptionist returned and handed Karla a clipboard with a form on it; Karla signed it, handed it back to the receptionist, and turned to leave.

"Excuse me, ma'am?" the receptionist asked. "Do you need a ride to the station?"

Karla turned back towards the receptionist. "Nein, Danke," she replied. "The train station is only a few blocks away from here."

"Are you certain you won't reconsider?" the receptionist asked, concerned.

"Jawohl. There's a hofbrau a block from here. I'll stop there before continuing on to the station," Karla replied.

"It's going to be awfully cold out tonight," the receptionist added.

"I'll be fine," Karla replied. She paused, thought for a moment, turned back to the receptionist and asked, "Do you have the phone number of the man in charge of security at the ball bearing plant at Zuglitz?"

The receptionist thought for a moment, and said, "Perhaps. I will check our files."

The receptionist stood, went to a file cabinet, opened a drawer and pulled out a manila folder. When she returned to her desk, she opened the folder, picked up a pen and pad of paper, wrote down the phone number and a name, tore off the top sheet, and handed the paper to Karla, who folded it and put it in her tunic's pocket.

"Danke Fräulein," Karla said. She then picked up her duffel bag and attaché case, turned and walked out of Gestapo headquarters.

As Karla walked down the street, a frigid wind blew. The sun was setting and she paused, put down her bag and case and pulled her coat's lapels closed to stay warm. She picked them up and continued walking. When she looked up a few minutes later, she found herself standing in front of the hofbrau. As she entered, several of the people near the entrance turned their heads to see who she was as she paused to open her coat, but they quickly looked away after seeing her black uniform.

Aware that several pairs of eyes were still following her, Karla made her way across the room to a small table. She put her bags beneath the table, removed her coat, draped it over the back of the chair, removed her hat and put it on the table, and sat down. A band played a pleasant tune over in the far corner. A waitress came over and Karla ordered a glass of red wine and a meal.

While she waited for her food and drink, Karla considered what she knew about Colonel Hogan. The Gestapo's information suggested that Hogan was connected to the sabotage in the area surrounding Stalag 13, but they had no proof. Sergeant Schultz, the so-called ultimate weapon, looked to Hogan for his predictions. It was obvious to her that Schultz was a fake, but because of what was expected by her superiors and Hitler, she had given a favorable report of his abilities. Colonel Klink wants a promotion so bad that he's liable to believe anything. I can't believe that General Burkhalter would be taken in by such a ploy! Her thoughts were interrupted when the waitress set a plate of food and a glass of wine in front of her.

"Danke," Karla said.

The waitress nodded and left without replying. Karla picked up the glass, sipped the wine, and returned to her musings. Hogan's reaction to her in the car had been odd. The only way to determine if Hogan knows anything about Zuglitz is to test him. She set down the glass and consumed her meal. Karla paused to pick up her wine glass again when she heard some men muttering at a nearby table. They were wondering who she had slept with to attain her rank. Annoyed, Karla turned towards the men and shot them a glare; they immediately stopped talking and looked down into their drinks. She looked at her watch and saw that it was getting late. Karla thought, I'll finish my meal and drink and then return to Stalag 13. Once there, I can call the head of security at Zuglitz and see whether anything unusual has happened there tonight.

Karla continued consuming her meal and found her thoughts returning to Colonel Hogan. He was still an enigma to her. This test that she was running was risky should her superiors get wind of what she had said to Hogan in Klink's quarters. She had already tried to bait Hogan into admitting that he could get her out of the country. Hogan was too clever not to be suspicious of her motives. A cold chill came over her when she realized that even Hogan could report her to Klink and Burkhalter who would then contact her superior officer. Karla wondered if she had made a grave error in judgment by expressing her true feelings about the Third Reich to Hogan.

Hogan's reaction to her in Klink's quarters had been a true surprise. She knew that Hogan had been a prisoner at Stalag 13 for a long time. His actions toward me are what I might expect from a lonely man, Karla thought. His handsome visage came into her mind again. The problem is that he's not the only one who is lonely!

Karla tilted her head back and finished the wine. As the liquid slid down her throat, she reflected on what would happen next. If she failed in this assignment, she would return to Berlin and her superior officer would...no. She couldn't imagine what would happen to her. She set the empty glass down, motioned to the waitress, paid her bill and left a generous tip on the table. She stood, pulled on her coat, and put on her hat. Picking up her bags, Karla turned and left the hofbrau.

Once outside, Karla paused long enough to button her coat and put on her gloves. She then headed back the way she had come. Even with her gloves and coat, she was freezing. She hailed a taxi to return her to the gates of Stalag 13.

Upon her arrival, she paid the fare, collected her bags, and got out of the car. The guard at the gate said, "Who are you? Let me see your papers."

Karla frowned as she handed him her papers and replied, "You'll address me as you would any superior officer. Who are you?"

"I am Private Heinrich Stolz, at your service, ma'am," the guard introduced himself and smartly saluted her. "May I ask why you have returned?"

Karla thought fast and replied, "No, my reason is classified. I need to contact my headquarters."

Stolz frowned. "Yes, ma'am. Shall I get the Kommandant?"

"No, I don't want to disturb him; if I can use the phone in the administration building, I can do what I need to do," Karla replied.

Stolz saluted her and motioned for the gate to be opened and she entered. Many of the buildings were dark as it was late enough that most people would be asleep. Karla headed for the administration building. On her way there, she saw the lights on in Klink's quarters. She noticed that General Burkhalter's car was still parked in front of the administration building as it had been when she left earlier that afternoon.

Karla entered the building and quietly made her way to Hilda's desk. She turned on the desk lamp, pulled the paper from her tunic pocket, picked up the handset, and dialed the number. A moment later, she was connected with the man who was in charge of security at the ball bearing plant at Zuglitz. She identified herself and inquired of the situation there. Before he could reply, Karla heard several explosions before the connection was severed. She slowly hung up the phone and closed her eyes for a moment. Zuglitz had just been destroyed. This is why Hogan looked afraid when I said I was going there. Somehow he knew that Zuglitz would be bombed tonight and he feared for my life. Surely it can't be that simple! Karla thought.

Karla paused for a moment. Her superiors would read the report she had sent earlier that day and it would be seen as a failure on her part that she hadn't anticipated Hogan's devious plan. He cleverly used Sergeant Schultz to convince Klink and Burkhalter that they had a true psychic who could predict events anywhere. They called her in so Schultz's psychic powers could be made official, and she had gone along with them because she knew how things were going for Germany and how Hitler needed to know what the future would bring for the Fatherland.

When Karla opened her eyes, she turned off the desk lamp, picked up her bags, left the administration building and made her way across the compound to Barracks 2. She entered, closing the door quietly behind her and found the inside lights off except for those in Hogan's quarters. When her eyes adjusted to the darkness of the outer room, Karla placed her bags and her hat on the table before silently making her way across to Hogan's quarters.

Karla thought she heard Hogan and his men talking about her. She frowned at this and stepped closer. When she did, a board moved. Verdammt! Karla thought. Thinking she was found out, she squared her shoulders, and knocked on the door. She heard some shuffling in Hogan's quarters, and when the door opened, stepped inside and found Hogan and four other prisoners standing around the table that served as his desk.

Despite her outward calmness, Karla was scared as she and Hogan spoke. It was almost dreamlike for her; she responded to his questions, but barely remembered what was said. Karla knew that she couldn't go back to Berlin now. By coming here, she had crossed the line to defect to the Allies, but knew that she was nowhere near being safe. After all, she was in Stalag 13, the toughest POW camp in Germany.

Karla brought her mind back to where she was. She looked into Hogan's face for a moment. "My superior officer won't tolerate a failure of this magnitude, no matter how well I have performed my duties in the past or who my friends are. If he finds me, all that awaits me is death at his command."

"How do you know?" Hogan asked.

Karla looked at Hogan with naked fear in her eyes and replied, "I failed in my mission here."

"What do you want from me?" Hogan asked.

"I want your help to leave Germany," Karla replied.

Hogan hesitated for a moment. So do I believe her when she says she wants help to escape from Germany? Hogan wondered. His gaze met hers and he replied, "All right. We can arrange your escape."

"Thank you," Karla replied. Hogan heard the relief in her voice. She paused, and then asked, "Hogan, why did you let me go?"13

The other men in the room were intently watching and listening to this exchange, Karla noticed. Hogan looked at her sidelong, and then turned to face her. "I was doing my job," he replied.14

Karla nodded, and then looked at the floor again.

Hogan must have noticed how uncomfortable she was and asked his crew, "Will you please excuse us for a few minutes?"

Hogan stopped Kinch as he was about to leave, pulled him aside and asked quietly, "Do we have wood for the stove down in the tunnel? Are there blankets on the cot?"

"Yes. However, there are several of the men here in the barracks that have come down with the flu. I gave any extra blankets to them. Most of the wood is up here. There's enough below so we won't freeze to death while monitoring the radio," Kinch replied.

"Okay, Kinch," Hogan said. "Will you bring up some warm clothes for her from below?" Kinch nodded.

After the door closed behind Kinch, Hogan looked at Karla again and his heart leapt that she was safe and his expression softened. He stepped forward and embraced her. Hogan realized that he felt less lonely when she was near him and that he didn't want to let go of her. "Karla," Hogan said.

Karla's arms slid around Hogan and her hands on his back felt right. "What?" Karla asked, as she realized that her earlier confusion about Hogan was derived solely from the fact that she wanted to know him as a man.

"I'm glad you're safe," Hogan replied. Karla nodded in agreement and then he kissed her.

Kinch went down into the tunnel to get some warm clothes for their female guest. He decided on pants, shirt, socks and a leather jacket.

Kinch didn't consider himself to be an expert on human nature or relationships, but during his time here, he had learned how to read Hogan's facial expressions. Most of the time, the officer kept his feelings to himself. If someone tried to pry, then Hogan dealt with it by diverting that person's attention away from him. Hogan's actually not that difficult to read if you've been around him long enough. Because he's in charge, Hogan thinks he has to keep his emotions locked away all the time. That's not healthy, Kinch thought as he draped the clothes over his arm.

Kinch knew that Hogan missed being intimate with a woman, all the men here did. Unlike the others though, Hogan was able to see Hilda when he visited Klink's office and it was common knowledge that the two of them had some sort of a relationship going. Most of the time, Hogan used Hilda to gain information for their operation. But, hadn't he already indirectly used this SS woman to gain success in their gambit to arrange the bombing of Zuglitz? Yes, but was she now turning the tables and using Hogan for some plot of her own? Could she be trying to infiltrate and destroy this unit? How can we determine this? If this is the case, can Hogan do what needs to be done to prevent the destruction of this unit? Could Hogan kill this woman if he had to? I have a feeling that the answer to that question may be no, Kinch mused. He decided to do some research into Colonel Hoffman's background. There were too many unanswered questions in his mind.

As Kinch passed the radio room on his way to the barracks, he decided to send a quick message to London asking for information about Colonel Hoffman.

"No first name?" Mama Bear asked.

"No. I don't know it," Kinch replied. "All I know is that the Colonel is a woman in the SD."

"We'll check her out," Mama Bear replied dryly. "I'll get back to you in the morning."

"Roger, over and out," Kinch replied and then shut off the radio and looked at his watch. Lights out was in a few minutes so he picked up the clothes he'd gathered and headed above so Schultz didn't notice him missing from his bunk.

Schultz entered the barracks and shouted, "Lights out!"

"All right, Schultz! You don't have to shout, we just finished drinking some coffee," Carter said as he turned off the lights and crawled into his bunk. "Will you close the door? It's freezing outside!" The men in Barracks 2 huddled beneath their thin blankets to go to sleep.

"Stop complaining, Carter," Schultz said after he closed the door.

In Hogan's office, the couple was kissing. They separated upon hearing Schultz in the other room. "Will he come in here?" Karla whispered anxiously.

Hogan replied, "No. He's just poking his head in to remind us that it's time for the lights to be out."

Just then the door to his office opened and Schultz said, "Colonel Hogan, lights out."

Whoops! Hogan closed his eyes in amazement for an instant. When he opened them, he replied, "Okay, Schultz."

Schultz then saw the woman, recognized her as the SS Colonel sent to evaluate him and asked, "What are you doing back here?" before he noticed she was in Hogan's arms.

"Colonel Hooogann!!!" Schultz exclaimed as he closed his eyes and turned his head away from the couple.

"What, Schultz?" Hogan asked with a look of complete innocence on his face.

"There aren't supposed to be any women in the barracks!!" Schultz replied, uptight.

"She's interrogating me! And doing a damned good job of it too," Hogan commented as he looked at Karla affectionately.

"I don't care!" Schultz exclaimed. "She shouldn't be here and you both know it! I must report this to Kommandant Klink at once!"

Hogan released Karla, quickly moved to close and block the door such that Schultz couldn't leave his office and said, "I wouldn't do that if I were you Schultz."

"Why not?" Schultz inquired.

"What if, as a result of Colonel Hoffman's report about you, the SS decides they want to take over Stalag 13? That would leave you and Klink with no place to go except East!" Hogan replied.

"Colonel Hogann!" Schultz whined.

"Don't worry, Schultz. I'm giving you and Klink fantastic character references. I'm sure Colonel Hoffman will do whatever she can to ensure that you get treated humanely in the event of an SS takeover," Hogan said.

Karla nodded. "Yes, Colonel Hogan has given me excellent character references for both you and the Kommandant."

Schultz had a panic-stricken look on his face now and before either of them could say anything else, he interrupted with a gesture of silence and said, "I see nothing, NO-THING!!" then left as Hogan moved away from the door. Soon, they heard the outer door of the barracks slam, followed by several curses as it woke some of the men in the next room. Hogan closed his office door after Schultz was gone and turned back to Karla.

Karla giggled at Hogan's comments to manipulate the fat sergeant into ignoring her presence here. Then she asked, "Will he say anything to Klink?"

Hogan replied, "No."

"That's what you said about whether he would come in here," Karla said.

"When Schultz says he sees nothing, he doesn't tell Klink or anyone else anything. He knows we have too much on him that would get him either shot or sent to the Russian front immediately," Hogan replied with a grin.

Karla asked, "What will happen to me?"

"We're going to hide you here until we can arrange to get you safely out of Germany," Hogan replied.

A few minutes after giving Schultz sufficient time to get away from the barracks, Hogan opened his office door and Kinch stood and quietly crossed the room to his office.

"Here you go, Colonel," Kinch whispered as he handed the clothes to Hogan. "I hope these are warm enough. It felt like it was below zero at roll call this evening. I expect it'll get worse throughout the night."

Hogan nodded and whispered, "Thanks, Kinch."

"Where will she sleep?" Kinch asked.

"After she changes clothes, we'll take her down below. You can never tell when Klink will try to impress the brass with a security check," Hogan replied. "We'll take turns in the radio room to keep an eye on her tonight."

Kinch nodded and went back to his bunk.

Now that they were alone once again, Hogan turned and looked at Karla. "Is something wrong? You look upset," he asked quietly when he saw her somber expression.

Karla replied, "No. I was thinking of a peaceful time just before the war." Damn! I hadn't meant for you to see that. You're very observant, Hogan, she thought.

"Sad memories?" Hogan asked.

Karla nodded and replied, "I was remembering a quiet time I spent with someone I once loved."

"By the way," Hogan began as he handed her the clothes he held, "these are for you; it's pretty cold here. Not nice and warm like the VIP quarters."

Karla briefly considered her current situation, took the clothes he gave her and then said, "Danke, Colonel Hogan. Will you please excuse me for a minute, so I may change clothes?"

"Yes. I'll turn away while you change," Hogan said as he turned towards the door.

After Hogan turned away, Karla quickly changed from her skirt to a pair of long pants, woolen socks and a leather jacket. She pulled on the shirt over her uniform shirt and then the leather jacket to keep warm. As she slowly zipped up the jacket, she looked at Hogan's back, the set of his shoulders, the color of his hair and had a brief sensation of déjà vu. She was warmer than before but it was still cold in the room. She wondered how these men could stand these deplorable conditions. She touched Hogan's shoulder and he turned to face her. "Um, where should I sleep?" Karla asked.

Hogan indicated for her to be quiet. He pulled down a pillow from his bunk and handed it to her. He opened the office door, looked out, and then motioned for her to follow him. Karla tucked the pillow under her arm, paused to put her hat into her duffel bag, then picked it and her briefcase up, and followed as Hogan crossed the main room of the barracks to where the black man stood in front of a set of bunks.

Karla looked inquisitively to Hogan who nodded once and said, "Open it, Kinch."

Kinch tapped a section on the bunk twice and Karla watched in amazement as the bunk split into two parts. The bed lifted and the bed supports lowered to form a ladder down into a hole beneath a trap door of some sort which dropped open simultaneously. Kinch went down the ladder and Karla dropped her bags down to him before she followed with Hogan behind her.

As Karla stood at the foot of the ladder, she looked around in awe at the tunnel she stood in. She was utterly amazed at the size and number of tunnels that branched off from this main area. I wonder how long it took them to dig these tunnels? They're amazing! she thought.

Hogan walked down one of the tunnels a short distance before entering a room which had a cot against the far wall. "You can sleep down here tonight."

Karla walked into the room, sat on the cot and set the pillow down. Kinch set her bags on the floor next to the cot. "Thank you," she said.

"You're welcome," Kinch replied and then went to monitor the radio.

Hogan said, "I'll come down tomorrow morning, after roll call. Good night Karla."

"Good night Robert," Karla replied as she lay on the bunk, pulled the blanket over herself, curled up beneath the blanket and closed her eyes.

1-3, 5-14Hogan's Heroes, Episode 90, "The Ultimate Weapon"

4Hogan's Heroes, Episode 16, "Anchors Aweigh, Men of Stalag 13"