<div class="floatleft"> (http://thefilmstage.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/04/sandcastle03.jpg) </div><b>Name:</b>Craig Brekke<br/><b>Age:</b>30<br/><b>Height: </b>6’1<br/><b>Weight:  </b>200 lbs<br/><b>Hair Color:</b>Brown<br/><b>Eye Color:</b>Blue<br/><b>Profession:</b>Sergeant- Colonial Marines<br/><br/>Once they touched down, the marines quickly departed the Cheyenne and formed up. He was glad that the platoon was looking sharp. Apparently his encouragement, or ass chewing, depending on your perspective had worked. As he was introduced to the Station manager, Craig simply nodded. He really didn’t have time for pencil pushers and hope the man would stay out of the way and let the people who really knew what they were doing get the job done.<br/><br/>Next, the security chief was introduced. Craig looked at the woman. She had the look of someone who knows their job and didn’t have time for incompetence. That was just fine with Craig. Craig was sure he was going to enjoy working with her. The fact that she was gorgeous didn’t hurt either. Craig caught the leer that the administrator gave to their medic, Corporal Harris. He knew she could handle herself and didn’t worry too much about that situation.<br/><br/>The Lieutenant asked Dressler to assist him in setting up an operations center on the ground while the Lieutenant would be in the command center on the dropship. Craig’s face didn’t betray it but he was definitely glad to be working with that blonde!  Dressler began to speak about to speak and then shifted her attention to Craig after the Lieutenant mentioned the crash site. Craig barked out, “Platoon secure this location and stand by for further orders when I return from my recon.” The marines responded with “Aye Aye!” and got into defensive positions.<br/><br/>As Craig was following Karn, he listened while she explained the situation. The couldn’t believe it! The site was in 10 meters of water that was toxic and there was dangerous animal life in the water as well! Well, I guess that without being officially told, the platoon was expected to bend over and grab their ankles! Under his breath, Craig muttered, “Fucked again!” as he realized this situation just went south in a heartbeat! He said to Karn, “My marines and I are not divers. Is the crash site totally submerged or do we just have to go through the water in some type of vessel to get there and then the site has breathable air?” He waited for an answer but he was sure he wasn’t going to like it from the way Karn was dressing down the station manager.<br/>