Kensington waited and waited after the orders were given to him, the words of his superior officer in regards to the civilians being a slight consolation to the mood. [i]Hopefully no mistakes happen[/i] He thought, leaning up against the wall he posted up nearby during the escalation of things. Soon though the situation began to change and the arrival of both the civil defense and some of his friends kicked in that edgy feeling one gets before something goes down. Right when the ATV arrived he waved to it and quickly hustled towards it, stopping when Irry inquired about one of his partners. He paused for a long minute, glancing over at the gear pilot who had been with him during their stalking experience before clearing his throat and calling out to the GEAR that towered over him. "She was running a lead I guess! She should be back any second now!" He exclaimed as he climbed onto the ATV that would take him to the helicopter that was him. The question was; who was flying it? 

	The helicopter seemed to be in order like Kensington had left it, it's interior having that little bit of mess from the last failed med-evac that had been attempted. In the front where a duffle bag blocked the door way a young fennec fox that wore military issued BDUs, a patrol cap, and a headset causing his ears to fold in an awkward angle, the name tag sewn onto the uniform reading ABRAVEN. From the looks of it he had been picked up as soon as he was dropped off, and for a first flight in a combat situation he looked to be calm for the time being, his half closed eyes trained on the massacre being conducted by the hostile forces just beyond the landing zone during his descend from the skies. He couldn't wait to pick up his partner and take to the skies because he knows once they go up, they get to shoot down at the GEARs that were cleared to be engaged. Seconds passed and once he felt the helicopter meet the ground he glanced over his shoulder out the window to look for the wolf that was to be with him. 

	The link-up wasn't difficult since the focus of fire wasn't on some helicopter that wasn't directly engaging the hostile GEARs yet, and when Kensington made it to the helicopter he climbed in and stepped over the bag, exchanging nods with the airman before he sat down in the open seat. "Right right we'll get the intro down later. What's your name?" He said, taking over the controls of the helicopter from where he sat. 

"Dane, Dane Abraven, sir." Dane replied, his gaze slowly sweeping from left to right as they climbed into the sky. He could easily see the bastards tearing through the brave few who stood up against them and pointed out the cockpit that direction. "We gotta do somethin' to stall 'em!" 

"One helicopter agains' heavy opposition?" There was a pause, Kensington's eyes locked on the small band of elite bad guys before growling under his breath and looking over his shoulder up at the lower ranked pilot. "You take the guns and missiles and I'll do the flyin' alright kid?!" He exclaimed, quickly grabbing a nearby headset to put on and speak into the comms. "Silver! This is Kensington and I'm in the bird. Look boss we gotta hit these guys so to at least slow them down for you! Hollar when you receive." He said over the comms, quickly rotating the nose of the helicopter to face the enemies. Each second of not engaging was torture for the both of them and he knew the colonel probably understands that, but he still needed something to let him go wild and guns blazing.