#038 - Epic HH Fic - Part Two

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Title: None Yet
Series: Hogan's Heroes
Written: On a Friday, some time last term.

Chapter Two - Take it out

 

It was 1032 before she’d finished encoding and concealing all of the vital plans and information in waterproof pouches within the hems of her RAF uniform. Laying out the distinctive blue outfit on her bed, she looked over the ensemble, and frowned. Something was missing, something very important, but where had it gone?

She wasted fifteen minutes hunting for the final piece of her disguise – a stiffened piece of cloth that effectively rendered her breastless, and therefore, male. Without it, she would go through three times the hell than if she were dressed as a male.

She looked, in sheer desperation, under the bed, and there it was, lying like a misshapen shirt. She fished it out, and shook it rapidly to dislodge any dust bunnies that had taken up residency in the creases in the grayish linen.

When she was satisfied with the cleanliness of the garment, she wrestled it on, wincing as it flattened her womanly assets into pancakes. With that ordeal over, she got dressed as normal, tugging cotton boxers over her legs and securing them around her waist, and pulling on her singlet. A knitted blue turtleneck was next, and that went over the hem of her thick woollen slacks, and finally her coat with two chevrons, signifying her false rank as a corporal.

Over all of that went a long top coat, and her jaunty little hat was hidden inside another, before she stepped out of the room casually. The service revolver on her right hip provided a comforting weight to her step as she strode down the stairs, and out the service entrance, before stepping onto the street, walking casually but quickly. She had twelve hours to traverse nearly a hundred miles of terrain, and not get caught by the damned Gestapo.

The dog tags around her neck clinked quietly with every step she took, but to her, it sounded like the tolling of a death knell. She could hear the distinctive sound of a car crawling along beside her, and one beryl eye looked carefully. The black swastika on the red flag at the front denoted that this car was for high ranking officers, and it just happened to be her luck that the pet general of this area had decided to inspect his territory today.

Her eyes slid back to the front, and she increased her speed slightly, knowing that to even a seasoned observer, she looked like a man, albeit an extremely unmasculine one. The car stopped suddenly, and her heart stopped, even if her feet didn’t, automatons moving her quickly away from this source of danger, and behind her, she could hear them say,

“Well, look at that. Even common civilians know to get out of the way of the Gestapo.”
“Jawohl, General Burkhalter!” Her heart, which had stopped with fear, now froze solid with fear, sending icicles out into her body, slowing down her reactions. General Burkhalter was with the Gestapo, and if she wasn’t mistaken, the man who had ordered her capture.

She had a choice, though. She could take it out with a single shot, and rid the world of another annoying dog, and die herself, or continue walking, hoping to all the world’s deities that he wouldn’t try to stop her.

“You idiot! I told you not to mention my name. No, wait, maybe you could say it... On the way to the Russian Front!” She relaxed slightly as the German General berated his poor staffer, and continued on her way, looking straight ahead, continuing on her way to the forest surrounding Stalag 13.

AN: I'm going to hell for this. Burkhalter - help? Major? General? Characterisation? I'm a nutcase. Next chapter is LOAAAADS long. Might cut it in two. Author is still very much a nutcase.

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