It was a day like any other day, but this day seemed different. As I hurried to get to White headquarters to hear the speech that could determine weather I inherit the company of my dreams or if I maintain my same, old, boring job, making a sandwich for my boss.  Although, being the owner of this company may give me a bad reputation, because of the idea of injecting energetic powered battery packs into soldiers when they go off to battle it was worth it. Or at least at the time I thought it was, but not anymore.