<em>Crash sitting among his future brothers along with the ladies before going to the meeting room.</em><br/><br/>As the pack landed, Crash looked to Jake.  The instruction were simple enough, move the package from point A to point B.  His eyes went from the package to Jake.  "Right."  With ease, Crash's bottle went up and the liquid drained from it. The glass landed on the bar as his butt slid from the stool.<br/><br/>The pack was retrieved from the floor.  With pack in hand, Crash set out to the meeting room.  He went through the doors around the big boardroom table.  The head of the table was reserved for the President.  The next stop to the left was for the Vice President.  Crash set the pack on the floor next to Jake's chair.  As he paused in the great room, Crash looked around the room.  A seat at this table was close to becoming a reality.  He wanted this as much as he wanted to be a Marine.<br/>