Kensington cleared his throat and nodded to himself upon hearing the order to move out. Like that the communications started coming alive with someone else, another team mate just minutes after Silver had come onto the radio. The pilot collected himself, though and started lifting off from the hangar, his eyes squinting only slightly as he peered out into the horizon. 

The altitude climbed: 50, 100, 200, and 300 before the airman could get a good look of what's ahead. "This is your airman ensuring altitude... 300-400 meters. Trying to get eyes ahead at this time... Standing by for orders." [i]Remember you're support role, Ken.. No need to do anything crazy.[/i] Was the first thing he thought after he gave his report.. This wasn't a training mission, after all.