Kensington for one caught himself off guard and quickly went to attention upon seeing a man of rank approaching the group. It was when he gave the at ease command again when the wolf's shoulders slumped and his perked up ears shifted into a more relaxed state. Immediately as the two highest ranked individuals spoke, the airman approached them and listened him, a frown shooting across his face upon hearing the bad news. 

"To think this would be the time not to have politics right now.." The pilot thought aloud, waiting for the order to return to base. By the time the order was said the young wolf was already heading towards the helicopter, his tail almost drifting in the air behind him. He grabbed his things, then brought them to the front of the helicopter where he wasted no time in starting up and getting into the air.

Back at the Claw the airman started up his last minute inspection, his eyes finding no issues with his vehicle. A run that didn't have any damages done, a rare occurrence the pilot was glad to take. With everything in check he joined the small numbers, his ears twitching as he listened to one of his comrades offering a drinking session with one of the other squad members. He took a moment before he approached the tiger, adjusting the bandanna around his neck 

"Well, if the boss get mad at ya for bailin' I dunno what to say.. You kinda on a think plank of wood after trying to hunt for some booty with your drone." The wolf added to Oliver's comment, chuckling quietly as he crossed his arms and listened to the new ones and their words. [i]So this is a fireteam.. Guess I'll be their chauffeur. Maan I hate 'em transport runs.[/i]