The tableau was no longer empty, but it wasn’t the von Siedelberg figure back on it instead, the figure was of a blonde woman in a beautiful ball gown, curtsying before a suitor. LeBeau suddenly yelled out an exclamation in French as they entered the room where the von Siedelberg figure had been. In fact, it may be safer for you, too you won’t be able to help the others if you disappear.” “Colonel, I really don’t think this is a good idea we can just as easily find a phone in one of the buildings nearby. “This is getting us nowhere fast,” Hogan said, after some time. He headed back through the exhibits again, the others behind him. Hogan shook his head, but he knew that they had no other choice. “Very well, then we will find this phone and then I will call for guards to bring you back to the camp and to help me find General Burkhalter and the others,” Klink said. Well, of course, the “ruddy mess” had started the moment they had agreed to come here, but there was nothing they could do about that. “That’s what started this ruddy mess in the first place!” “We don’t know we sent Langenscheidt to look for it, remember?” Newkirk asked, rolling his eyes. ![]() If you are that desperate to go back to the Stalag, I can call for some guards as soon as we find a telephone. Klink could sense that Hogan was dead serious, but he still shook his head. “I could give you my word as an officer and a gentleman that I would take the men straight back to camp,” Hogan said, now grasping at straws. “If I leave Burkhalter here, they will have me found guilty before I can even open my mouth! Yes, it is true that as your Kommandant, I must look out for your well-being, but I must also look out for my well-being, too!” “And guarantee myself a court-martial?” Klink said. “…Is a violation of the Geneva Convention,” Klink finished for him, having heard it a million times already. “Until we’re sure that you’re right, we’re no safer than you are!” Hogan countered. “This is clearly a plot against the Germans you will be safe!” “What are you so worried about, Hogan?” Klink asked. “Colonel Klink, we need to get out of here!” “How can he give us permission when he’s vanished?” Hogan asked, incredulous. And even if it was not locked, we cannot leave without General Burkhalter’s permission anyway.” “I am sure that door was locked,” Klink said. Maybe we only thought that door was locked, too, just like the other ones.” “If you bring up that ruddy movie again, I swear…” Newkirk trailed off, not wanting to earn Hogan’s ire again. “They’re gone, too-just like the others!” Carter said. It was all Hogan could do to stop himself from slapping his forehead and moaning, “Oh, no…” ![]() “Where did they go?” Klink asked, baffled as well as concerned. Major Hochstetter, as well, was not where they had left him. As Klink reentered the lobby, calling for General Burkhalter, the German colonel soon realized that his superior was nowhere in sight. Unfortunately, it did not seem as though the Heroes were to get that bit of control, either. By getting out, they could, at the very least, gain a bit more control over the situation given the way things were now, even a little control would be something worthwhile. Newkirk cast a baffled glance at the next room’s door that led further into the museum, but Hogan shook his head they couldn’t help Nimrod if they were locked in this trap, after all. He stalked back towards the way that they had come through. “I do not need to have Hochstetter claiming that I am letting you and your men run amok.” “I guess we’ll just have to go along with that,” Hogan said, folding his arms. And perhaps they could go with their original plan of sending a man in disguise back to make sure that the three missing people made it out, just in case of them really was Nimrod. It was the best idea they could come up with to get the rest of them out safely. “I don’t want to have to worry about you trying to escape from here, impossible as it is!” ![]() “You will be sent back to Stalag 13!” Klink said. “I am going to have a word with General Burkhalter and force that front door down! And then I will have a squad of men to find Schultz, Langenscheidt, and Hilda!” Now, they're far, far worse.ĭisclaimer/Claimer: The characters are not mine (except for the OCs) and the story isĪuthor’s note: Just a disclaimer here… Things aren’t always what they seem… Summary: At first, the figures turning up were eerily coincidental. Title: Das Haus aus Wachs, chapter 6: Faces from the PresentĪuthor/Artist: Crystal Rose of Pollux ( rose_of_pollux)
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