PFC Yui 'Zippo' Sakuraba<br/><br/><em>About fucking time,</em>Yui thought.<em>Reinforcements.</em>Not that she wasn't still creeped out by the zeeno-death whatevers, but she knew there was one thing better than a squad of Marines, and that was<strong>two</strong>squads of Marines. With Senjo on the case, with some additional intel, with plenty more ammo and guns and hardware ...<em>yeah,</em>Yui thought.<em>Might be rough, but we can do this.</em><br/><br/>Yui went through the systems check of the Double Forty. She knew she wasn't the sharpest knife in the drawer, but if there was one thing she did know, it was how to set shit on fire. First were the double fuel tanks - fuel levels good, fuel pressure good. Then there was the ignition line, which actually set the fuel ablaze - again, good. Most grunts when handling a Double Forty flamethrower only checked the fuel, but it was the ignition that made things go all pretty and burny. A properly set ignition line could handle low fuel or inconsistent pressure. An improperly set line meant you were basically wearing a bomb.<br/><br/>Trigger, set. Insulation, check. Coolant valves, check.<br/><br/>As she went through her checklist, Yui softly began to sing. It was an old song she'd learned as a kid, while camping out with her friends ... roasting marshmallows by the fire. She'd been that one kid so fascinated by the flames that she never ate her marshmallows, she just watched them burn into blackened cinders.<br/><br/><em>You know that it would be untrue<br/>You know that I would be a liar<br/>If I was to say to you<br/>Girl, we couldn't get much higher ...<br/><br/>Come on baby, light my fire<br/>Come on baby, light my fire<br/>Try to set the night on fire ...</em>