'First load to the box.' Calmly, but with urgency, these words rolled through the intercom while I was in the loft working on a project for the afternoon. As the alarm sounded through the building, I knew that meant we had a fire call, and without hesitation, I dropped everything and sprinted to the suit-up racks. I had my gear meticulously hung on the rack and began to suit up as fast as I could, knowing I had 2 minutes to be on the jump ship, ready to roll. With my heart pounding, I hurried and grabbed everything I could think of needing; it was possible that I could be gone for a couple weeks. On my way out the door, a couple of my rookie brothers were there to send me off with a high-five and a 'have a good jump!'