My contribution, should Canada wish to go on...
James sat in his office. Since the civil war, the isolationist movement had seen The G Rebellion back off from the international scene. They had to rebuild away from those who may hinder the process of Governmental Reconstruction or the disbanding of the secret police, away from power-hungry outsiders, seeing only a vacuum that could potentially be filled.
They needed to work hard to reach the glorious days that they had gotten so used to before corruption had gotten the better of them. The Nation had never truly recovered from the after-effects of the PLTO war that had changed the world stage so utterly.
Since they had fallen away from current affairs, new nations had come into the world scene, many of them now greatly influential and James knew, attempting to jump straight back in head first could be devastating. The shape of the world could be very different now from what it had been. Knowing this, the military had been kept active in the Southern Islands training camp that had once served as a stronghold for Agent Aitkin during his liberation movement. It had been kept, partly as a museum, partly to train for urban and country warfare.
He lifted the phone and dialed a number.
"Good Afternoon," came a voice from the other end "Central Hospital, Ward 4b, Sharon speaking. How can I help you today?"
"Hello. I'm ringing to check up on a friend."
"Name please."
"Sean. Sean Aitkin. He was admitted three weeks ago."
"And who, may I ask, is calling?"
"It's James."
"Ah. Hello Sir. There's no improvement. He's still in critical condition."
"Maybe those preaching continued isolationism are right. It's a dangerous world out there."
"James, I think you should come and see him soon. There's no guarantees that we can keep him going if his condition doesn't improve."
"I'll be there. Thank you."