Staff Sergeant Kincheloe leaned back in his chair beside the radio set waiting for the latest orders from London. They were due any minute now. Like clockwork, a series of beeps and whistles echoed through the earpiece. Kinch translated the message with ease and scrawled the words down on a sheet of paper. Unable to make heads or tails of what he wrote, he asked London to repeat itself. London repeated the message twice before signing out. Kinch propped his feet up on the table to read the telegram more carefully, no less puzzled than before. Was this some sort of new code, or did London scramble the message somehow? Either way, Colonel Hogan had to see this.

[ - - ]

Colonel Hogan reclined on his bunk with his nose buried deep in his newest paperback when a loud knock sounded at his door.

"Come in," he called. Kinch stepped through the door with a thoroughly confused expression.

"Wire from London, Colonel," he began, "and I can't make heads or tails of it."

Hogan sat up and took the note from Kinch as Carter, Newkirk, and LeBeau stuck their curious heads through the door.

"We're supposed to meet a Count Dracula and friend at the rendezvous point tonight at midnight and bring them into camp. They have important information to be carried on to London."

"What's a count Dracula?" wondered Carter aloud.

"Typical American," Newkirk huffed. "Count's not a name, it's a title. We're about to be graced with the presence of nobility."

"Dracula, what a name," LeBeau chuckled.

"It must be a code name," Kinch marveled, "Count Dracula's a vampire from an old classic book."

"Vampire?" Carter squeaked, "aren't those the guys that drink blood?"

"It's just a story, Andrew," Newkirk huffed.

"I've never heard of anything like this before," Hogan mused, "maybe it's a new code phrase that hasn't been passed along to us yet."

"Well, whatever or whoever it is," Kinch continued, "it'll be at the rendezvous point tonight at midnight."

Hogan rubbed his chin in thought for a moment before saying, "Newkirk, I believe it's your turn to greet the guests of Stalag 13."

"Glad to do it, sir, any other time. But I'll 'ave you know I am not inclined to welcome people with a name that denotes death of any sort."

"I thought you were excited to meet nobility," Carter teased.

"If you're so curious, why don't you 'ead on out there an' welcome our guests?"

"Forget it, pal. I went last time, remember?"

"Alright," growled Hogan, "Knock it off. We've got enough to worry about already. Newkirk, it's up to you."

Newkirk nodded in assent, but not without a scowl in Carter's direction.