A/N: I don't own Hogan's Heroes and I don't get paid for this; it is truly a labor of love.

Thanks to ColHogan, Jennaya, and Chandlia for the idea for this story.


It was dark inside the back of the truck, and as the vehicle bounced along the rough road I was starting to feel just a bit queasy. And it didn't help that my companions were crowding me. I wondered how far it was to the prison camp and shivered, although my coat was warm enough.

"Does Dr Schnitzer have to drive so fast?" I muttered. I suppose I wasn't exactly in a hurry to reach our destination.

Franz looked over at me with that supercilious expression he has sometimes. "You get used to it."

I looked at him sideways, wondering why he seemed so calm. "Have you been with the Underground long?"

"Long enough," he said. He lifted his head slightly. "We'll be at Stalag 13 soon."

I took a deep breath, trying to calm my nerves.

"Hang in there," Franz said. "You'll do fine." He shifted his weight and said to Wolfgang, "Could you shove over a bit?"

Wolfgang just sighed and moved aside to give Franz more room. He was the oldest member of our group and I looked at him curiously.

"How did you get into this business, Wolfgang?" I asked.

He glanced at me with sorrowful brown eyes, and gave a shrug. "I've known Dr Schnitzer for a long time. He's a good man, a good German. And I figure that as good Germans we have a job to do here. It may not be the most important job in the war, but at least we're doing our bit."

"I know," I said. "It's kind of scary, though, isn't it? To think of being out in the open like that...with people staring at us..."

"You'll do fine," Franz repeated. "You've got the uniform recognition down, right?"

I rolled my eyes. "Yes. I could even recite all the ranks of the Luftwaffe for you, if you like."

Wolfgang chuckled. "Oh, that won't be necessary. It's pretty easy to tell the good guys from the bad guys at Stalag 13, actually."

The truck bounced again and I lost my balance for a moment. "I'd say the bad guys are the ones who maintain this no-good road!"

"Wrong," said Friedrich, speaking for the first time since we had left Hammelburg. "The prisoners are the ones who maintain the roads around here. Gets them out of camp, you know."

"The prisoners..." I hesitated. I hardly knew how to express the hazy mixture of excitement and apprehension that gripped me.

Wolfgang said gruffly, "No need to fear the prisoners. They won't bite."

"It's not that," I said. "I'm just not quite sure what to expect from them."

"They'll be most cooperative, Sieglinde," Franz assured me. "Remember that we in the Underground work in tandem with Colonel Hogan's men. They need us, you know."

"Ja, that is true," said Friedrich. "And we know our roles, right?"

We all nodded. Wolfgang said to me, "It will be strange for you at first, to act out of character. Just follow our lead."

Friedrich shushed us. "We're almost at the camp."

We huddled together in silence for a time. Then I whispered to Wolfgang, "Who is our contact?"

"The Frenchman, LeBeau."

I froze. "But I don't understand French."

"Doesn't matter," Wolfgang whispered. "He communicates just fine with us. You'll see."

The truck came to a stop and we were all jostled together.

"This is it," said Wolfgang. "Places, everyone. Friedrich, you'll go out first."

"Ja," Friedrich growled.

The door swung open and Schnitzer appeared in the opening. He smiled encouragingly at all of us, and then grabbed Friedrich's collar and hauled him out.

When it was my turn, I jumped down docilely enough. But then I spotted a rotund human in the uniform of a Luftwaffe sergeant, and I lunged ferociously in his direction. It was fun to see him jump backwards in a panic!

The others were already in the pen and snickering.

"Show-off," said Franz.

"What?" I said, wagging my tail just for the heck of it. "We've got an image to maintain, right?"

I had a feeling that being part of the German shepherd underground was going to suit me just fine.