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Colonel Robert Hogan was bored out of his mind as he sat outside his barracks watching the prisoners of war at stalag 13 tossing around a football. The late afternoon sun was warm, although he knew the winter cold would return in short order. They'd not had a decent sabotage job in weeks from London or the underground. Just to have something to do a few days ago, he led his team out of camp to blow up an unimportant bridge. Something had to give soon or he'd be tempted to escape!
Hogan decided to walk around the camp to check on everyone and relieve his restlessness, when he heard Schultz yelling at him. "Colonel Hogan! Colonel Hogan, Kommandant Klink wants to speak with you," Schultz was nearly out of breath trying to catch up with the American.
"What's he want?" Hogan asked turning around to face the guard.
"He didn't tell me. He just said to bring you to his office," Schultz was panting to catch his breath. "Please Colonel Hogan," Schultz indicated with his hands for him to walk to the Kommandant's office.
"All right, let's see what old blood and guts wants," Hogan and Schultz walked through the compound and then into the office. Hogan knocked on Klink's door and didn't wait for an invitation to enter. "You wanted to see me Kommandant?"
"Yes, Hogan, please have a seat." Hogan sat down watching Klink carefully, knowing he wanted something. At this point Hogan would do anything for a change in pace, but he was going to get something out of it. "Now Hogan, I have been talking to a farmer near here. He has recently acquired some new land that needs to be cleared for spring planting."
"What's that got to do with now? It's the middle of the autumn harvest," Hogan asked already knowing where this was leading. The real question was - what he could weasel out of the job for the men under his command?
"The land is covered in trees and he wants them cut down and the trunks removed so the land can be plowed. Now if you and your men will do the work, then you can keep fifty percent of the wood to heat the barracks for the winter," Klink informed him with a smile. He knew Hogan would jump at a chance to get more firewood for his men.
"No?" Klink's face fell. "What do you mean no? There's not enough firewood to get through the winter and this will ensure we're all warm!" Klink asked confused; he must have read Hogan wrong.
"That's a lot of hard work. Back breaking work. If my men are going to do that much labor, we're going to get seventy-five percent of the wood," Hogan replied with a poker face. He loved baiting the kommandant.
"Seventy-five percent! That's ridiculous. There'd be no wood left over for the guards, and besides our arrangement has always been fifty percent," Klink was indignant. How dare Hogan try to pull one over on him!
"Normally Kommandant, we'd only be cutting up the trees after they fell. This job requires a lot more effort in getting the stumps out of the ground. More work is going to cost more," Hogan said with a devious smile.
"Sixty percent," Klink countered.
"Seventy percent," Hogan upped the ante.
"Sixty-five percent and not a log more," Klink said defiantly with his finger shaking at his senior POW officer.
"Sixty-five percent," Klink's face lit up at Hogan taking his offer. "Plus new blankets for everyone, the old ones are worn out," Hogan went in for the kill. Klink started to get angry at him. "Or your men can do the work," Hogan had a devious grin on his face.
"Okay, you have your deal. But the farmer must be satisfied with your work!" Klink warned.
"Don't worry, we always do a good job," Hogan replied in such a way that made Klink nervous.
"Have your men ready at seven in the morning, Schultz will guard you. I warn you Hogan, if there's any attempt at an escape you will be thrown into the cooler with your men," Klink threaten trying to sound menacing but failed miserably.
"Would I ever ruin your perfect record?" Hogan said with an innocent look. Then giving Klink a sloppy salute he left the office. Klink shook his fist in frustration at the insubordinate American.
Hogan walked over to barracks two just as the men were all entering for dinner. LeBeau's cooking was making everyone's mouth water. As he grabbed a coffee cup, the Colonel filled them in on the firewood job. At least it got them out of camp for a few hours, and it was something to do besides stare at the barbwire. Maybe they could get some reconnaissance work done while outside the camp.
After evening roll call, Hogan went to into his room intending to read until he fell asleep. Kinch and Newkirk went down into tunnel to work. Newkirk brought a uniform that needed some minor mending and sat down on the bench in the radio room, while Kinch tried to reach one of their underground units. No one had any jobs scheduled or new information. Kinch threw the headset down dejectedly, staring at the radio as if willing it to spew out a mission. A few minutes later, the radio came alive. "Newkirk, get the Colonel, it's the Allied High Command." Newkirk run upstairs quickly returning with Hogan following close behind.
"What's going on Kinch?" Hogan asked as he and the rest of the team came into the radio room.
"London has a job for us," Kinch replied with a smile.
"It's about damn time! Put them on the speaker," Hogan answered. The excited voices of his men filled the room, he told them to hold it down so they could hear. "This is Hogan, go ahead London."
"We have a job for you, Colonel, and it's urgent. There's a new operative in your area who has requested a meeting. His code name is White Rabbit, and he's done several small successful jobs for us. However, now he's acquired a gold mine - detailed maps and information on troop movements for an upcoming offensive, which I don't have to tell you how many lives can be saved with those materials. He's going to be attending a Luftwaffe officer's meeting tonight, and would like you to rendezvous with him outside town at the abandoned cannon factory at 2330 hours to pick up the materials. Since White Rabbit will be in uniform, he suggests that you are also in a Luftwaffe uniform, to throw off any suspicion." A British voice filled them in on the assignment.
"I've never heard of him before. What can you tell me about this operative?" Hogan asked thinking through the plan.
"He's a Major assigned to the Luftwaffe headquarters near your area. His information has always been reliable. Unfortunately, the chap has no way of getting the maps to us, so he requested the meeting with you. The recognition code will be your code names. Colonel Hogan, since this is a well placed operative, we'd like you to make the meeting personally. Will you accept the assignment?" The British voice asked.
"Assignment accepted, Papa Bear out," Hogan said as Kinch shut down the radio. Pacing around the room with his arms wrapped around himself, Hogan was trying to work out the details in his head.
"Gov'nor, I know we've not had a lot to do recently, but I don't like this meeting setup. Something smells fishy about it. I'd feel better if one of us went as your back up. No one would have to know that we were there," Newkirk requested. Anytime the colonel was requested to go personally to a meeting, Newkirk was uneasy about the setup.
"I agree, sir," Kinch said. "It's a strange arrangement and some backup can't hurt. Him asking for you to be in uniform sets off warning bells in my head."
"I know it's definitely different, but London has cleared him and I've made meetings in the past in uniform. I'm going to that meeting," Hogan answered. "Newkirk, what type of Luftwaffe uniforms do we have ready?" He followed Newkirk into their make shift tailor area and put on a Captain's uniform. The men watched him leave, and looked around at each other. Something wasn't right.
Hogan didn't have far to travel to the cannon factory as it was only a mile from the camp. He took extra care as he waited for White Rabbit to show up. Scouting the area, most of it was covered in rubble from the destruction of the plant, but he needed to make sure no one else was waiting for him. Finally convinced he was alone, the Colonel found a place to wait and watch for his contact. At exactly 2330, an unmarked car drove up and a Luftwaffe Major climbed out of his car and walked over to their rendezvous sight. Taking one final look around to make sure they were alone, Hogan approached the man.
"I'm White Rabbit, are you Papa Bear?" The Major nervously asked Hogan. He was a young man and little shorter than the Colonel with light brown hair.
"I'm Papa Bear, do you have the information?" Hogan answered sizing up the man.
"Yes, I do, right here," he answered pulling an envelope out of his jacket pocket. At that moment, Hogan felt a gun pressed against the back of his head.
"Hello Hogan, I have you now and your confession that you're Papa Bear to my aide," the unmistakable sneering voice of Major Wolfgang Hochstetter sounded gleeful in his ear, next he heard the sound of the Gestapo agent's gun cock.