It was just a training exercise, so what could go wrong?
 
“Mr. Bellows, we’ve accounted for five of the six we buried.”

“WHAT?”

“That’s right sir, we are missing one of the volunteers.”

“Who’s the missing person?”

“Kat Brooks.”

“Not the reporter – that’s the last person we want to be missing.”

“Do we want anyone else to be missing?”

“NO, you idiot. She’s going to write a bad article about our ability to rescue people. Sh*t sh*t.”

“Sir, it’s been over an hour since we started this exercise. She’s probably panicking by now.”

“Look at ME, do I look like I’m not panicking?” He exclaimed, rotating like a dog getting its supper.

“Yeah, you look like you just peed your pants.”

“Keep that to yourself. Go collect all the dogs and bring them to the field.” He watched Eddie walking to the training area. “Don’t walk…RUN!”

He reminded himself that all of the volunteers had left their backpacks and other personal stuff over on the ski lodge entrance. He ran as fast as his legs would carry him. Seeing the single pack, he grabbed it and headed to the field. He spotted several dogs running at Eddie’s feet as he also headed to the field.

Once in the middle of the field, Gordon held out the bag to the dogs “SEARCH!”

Five minutes later, Kat, brushing off the snow, “FOUND.”

“You okay?”

“I was getting a little concerned someone had forgotten about me.”

“Nobody could do that!”