Roxborough was up at the first note of Sergeant Diaz' voice, hustling out the briefing room with the rest of the marines. The less time for thought about this corporate clean-up detail the better, she decided, and was fast at her locker, yanking on the armoured breastplate and shin guards of the M3 defense system before getting to work on her gas mask. Her head covered, she strapped on the fuel tank of her incinerator unit, the nozzle secured along its side and hooked the strap from her M37 shotgun into a ring on her chest piece. She slung the rest over her arm and hastily donned it as she stumbled along the corridors to the hangar.<br/><br/>Out in the open she quickly strapped her helmet on and reach behind her to disengage the incinerator, holding it out in front of her. She opened a valve behind her head and checked the light by the feed connector under the weapon to confirm there was no blockage. Activating the lighting unit under the nozzle, she confirmed that the flame appeared and would ignite the napalm when it was time. She flicked it off and then followed the Sergeant, stopping a few feet away from her in front of the dropship.