The Bear

Alaska 17:15 h

“How’s our friend, doc?”

“Not good right now, General, but he’ll make it. His injuries aren’t all the bad considering what he’s been through, but he’s got a bad case of hypothermia.”

“Let me know when he can talk to someone.”

“I will, General.” The doctor turned to reenter the room before stopping. “Sir? Do we really need a guard at the door?”

“Protocol Doctor Finch. Protocol.”

The doctor nodded as General Allan Foxx turned and made his way down the all-white corridor and around the nurse’s station. He was out of sight within seconds. Though he had been in the military most of his adult life, Steven Finch never quite understood the military mind. He believed most of them were stringent, limited in their thinking by the rules that they clung too. His was a different world. His was a world of ‘on the fly’ decisions that didn’t always conform to tight rules. Those decisions saved lives. He was always amused that the medical field was considered an ‘art’ field by the educational world instead of a science. But compared to the military, he understood. He looked up at the MP standing at the door and shook his head. ‘Crazy’, he thought, ‘just crazy’.