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Der Meißel der Seele	By : Wertiyurae Category: G through L > Hogan's Heroes Views: 1599 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Kinch was waiting for him when Hogan returned to his office. He looked almost angry although why and at whom or what wasn’t readily apparent. Before Hogan could ask his Sergeant what was wrong, Kinch shared the news that Baker had received from London while he’d been monitoring the situation in Klink’s office.
Hogan considered himself a patient man, the sort of man who could roll with the punches and take what the world had to throw at him in stride. However, there were some things that made him see red no matter how calm he tried to be.
Finding out the mission he’d spent the last month and a half putting together had been cancelled would have been bad enough. Finding out that the mission he’d spent the last month and a half putting together had been cancelled due to nothing more than a case of cold feet really ticked him off.
“They decided that it was too dangerous for them?” Hogan reaffirmed, trying to rein in his anger.
Kinch nodded, not looking much happier about the whole thing than Hogan felt. “They decided that it wasn’t worth the risk.”
“Well, that’s just great!” Hogan exclaimed, throwing up his hands. “I just love this war: where men are men and when you back out, you wait until the last damn minute!” Realizing that he was shouting, he lowered his voice and glared at Kinch. “What the hell am I supposed to do with all this stuff now?”
Kinch raised his hands in supplication. “I’m sure we can find some use for it, sir.”
Sighing, Hogan took off his hat and ran a hand through his hair. It wasn’t fair to take is irritation out on Kinch - he was the messenger, not the cause. “I know, I know, it just makes things more complicated, that’s all.”
“Why -” then Kinch seemed to realize the answer. “Klink wanted to trade you the wallpaper for your help and now we don’t need it.” At Hogan’s nod, he frowned. “What did he want you to do anyway?
Now Hogan frowned. “Weren’t you listening?”
The other man nodded. “I was but I shut off the receiver when Baker came in and gave me the news from London. I figured that you wouldn’t want him to listen in on any of this.”
“Good thinking.” Bad enough that Carter had overheard something; he didn’t need anyone else eavesdropping too! Settling down onto his bunk, Hogan replaced his hat. “Well, Klink offered me the wallpaper in exchange for an escape.”
Kinch’s eyebrows rose dramatically. “He actually asked you to get him out of here?”
“No, no,” Hogan shook his head, smiling broadly at his Sergeant’s assumption. “Nothing that ambitious. He just wants a reason to get out of meeting with Adler and he figures that dealing with a prisoner escape will give him that reason.”
For a long moment, Kinch seemed to consider it. “It’s awfully short notice,” he remarked at last, his tone revealing nothing.
Hogan shrugged, not entirely sure what Kinch was up to with his act. He knew the man long enough to know that he should have some opinion about this. “We’ve had shorter deadlines before.” And for more difficult missions. London has a bad habit of waiting until the last possible moment to tell Hogan and his men to blow some thing up or to take photographs of secret plans among other things. At least, this one would be simple.
If he ended up actually doing it at all.
“What are you going to do, sir?” Kinch still sounded strangely noncommittal about the whole thing. Hogan knew that he could just ask what was on his subordinate’s mind but he trusted Kinch to tell him what he needed to know.
However, it was still annoying having to wait for him to get around to it.
“I don’t know,” Hogan said flatly, seeing no point in being coy just because Kinch was. “There’s nothing in it for us anymore - now that the mission’s been cancelled, I don’t need the wallpaper.” He crossed his arms and focused his attention upwards as he voiced his thoughts. “The men would want a better explanation for this mission than I can give them and, even though the risk is slight, it’s still more than I can justify just to do a favor for an enemy. Besides, do I really want Klink to know I can escape this little rat trap so easily with so little notice?”
A long pause and then, lightly: “No, but you want to help anyway.”
Hogan froze before bringing his head back down to look at the radioman. “Where did you get that idea?”
Kinch smiled slightly and explained, as though it was simple and obvious. “Well, sir, if you didn’t care one way or the other, you would have made your decision already - especially with all the negatives you’ve come up with.” He shrugged, trying too hard to look innocent. “And they were good points but, you have to admit, if those were your only concerns, you wouldn’t have even bothered discussing this with me.”
Hogan stared a moment longer. Am I really that transparent, he wondered, or is Kinch just that perceptive? Either way, it was a bit unnerving to feel like he’d been found out when he wasn’t really sure what he even thought! “I should have told Klink no as soon as he’d asked me but I . . .” He trailed off, abandoning that line of thought because he wasn’t sure he wanted to share with Kinch the reason why he hadn’t just said no.
The desperate hope in the man’s eyes and a reluctance to crush it.
“He’s actually afraid of me - can you believe it?” he said instead, half chuckling and uncrossing his arms as he gestured with his hands. “At roll call, I’m just looking at him and he’s terrified. I stand next to him in the office and he acts like I’m going to hit him or something. The guy needs a drink before being comfortable enough to have me in the room.” He slapped his hands onto his knees before waving a hand at Kinch, attempting to lighten the mood. “All I know is, if that keeps up, he’s going to be very difficult to work with.”
When Kinch made no reply, Hogan allowed himself a sigh and decided that, if nothing else, he owed the man some honesty. “I don’t know what it means but I don’t like this change at all.” The obnoxious Klink was a hundred times better than this scared stiff one.
Kinch nodded with understanding. “So, what are you going to do, sir?”
Hogan put his elbows on his knees and propped his chin in his upturned hands. “I don’t know, Kinch. I just . . . I just don’t know.”
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