Vincent had listen intently when Doctor Phillip was speaking. After all, it was his job to make sure the Soldiers stayed healthy and uninfected. Uninfected, the word sounded odd to say under the circumstances of his volunteering. He was here to find his daughter's step-dad and he was determined to find him alive or dead, the latter of which being more likely if what the doc said was true. Vincent looked about the crowd of soldiers and noted their expressions. Some were more than ready to go into this but others were scared but too chicken to leave. Those scared soldiers were the ones who were far more likely to ruin the mission by jumping at their shadow. Vincent couldn't promise he wouldn't act the same way but he knew what it meant if they were to fail their mission. The armory was full of soldiers grabbing their ammunition and guns while the supply men and women handed out the combat uniforms, Kevlar vests and helmet.

Vincent visited the supply men and grabbed his uniform and armor before he went to grab his guns and munitions. There were men changing in the showers where they could fit and others changing directly behind the armory. It took Vincent no more than a few minutes to change into his urban combat uniform and Kevlar vest yet he kept the helmet on his belt. Vincent returned to the armory and grabbed his berretta and HK416 as quickly as he could. He didn't quite agree on the idea of grabbing the incendiary grenades but it really wasn't his choice. Vincent left the armory to head towards the hospital to pick up his medic pack. The hospital was well lit and filled with equipment that had been airlifted in. Vincent was quick to grab a pack of bandages, sutures and wire. The only reason Vincent really picked up the medic pack was as a sort of morale boasted, people felt better when they believed somebody could help them when they were hurt. Vincent left the hospital and went to his barracks, there was something there he needed to pick up there.