The Bear

The White House

“Is he in?”

“Yes sir. He’s expecting you. Go right in.”

Martin Powell stepped into the private office of the president. The room wasn’t as ornately decorated as most of the other rooms of the White House. President Kiger liked it that way. Though he liked the nature of the power of his office and what went with it, he was not one to lavish himself with luxury. Though he grew up with a bit of money, he never celebrated it. POTUS looked up from his desk as his chief of staff walked in.

“They’re on their way.”

“You still think this is a good idea?” POTUS replied.

“We need an asset in the area for recovery if things go wrong.”

“That part of the world is sensitive to submerged ships within their waters.” POTUS leaned back and tossed his pen on the desk. “All the Scandinavian countries seem to have the same hang-up on that.”

“Likely due to the Soviets.”

“They’re not Soviets anymore.”

“But they were, and the memories of their abuses run deep.”

“Very well.” President Kiger crossed his arms across his suit coat, tilting his head down slightly. “Get me Prime Minister Sorenson on the line. I want his permission to be in Danish waters.”

“We might need a little bit more than that.”

“We’ll worry about that if the time comes,” POTUS replied.