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“Ah Hogan, what kept you?”

Col Hogan had seen all kinds of prisoner reactions when the cooler wall opened into the cell but never this.

“You were expecting me?”

“Counting on it old man,” answered Bartlett, “You and your men are going to save fifty lives that Hitler and the Gestapo want dead.”

“London hasn’t given us any instructions.” Hogan said suspicion in his eyes,

“London can’t know a thing till it’s done and even then London & Berlin must both think the Gestapo has killed us all.

Hogan grinned this was his kind of op.

Previously: Playing Post Office Next The Invisible Man

“Herr Obert this is most irregular”

It took will power not to laugh, he knew what was coming: “Is it regular for you to question the Gestapo?”

The groveling was instantaneous. “Oh no, use any barracks, halls, kitchens whatever you need for your prisoners, my camp is your camp.”

All that was missing was the laugh track.

“Officially they’re YOUR prisoners’ but Squadron Leader Bartlett MUST be kept in solitary, it’s VITAL to the Reich that he speaks to no one.”

He glanced at the Hitler photo with the mic, Nothing would get Hogan’s attention faster than that.

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