Mike swayed slightly as the gear slowed from a run, to more of a recon shuffle, then a stop in response to blades orders. Prowler spinning and dropping to a crotch, cutting active scanners and switching to passives, watching their six. confused about the word 'donk'mike decided to hit the drone feed to check on the recon team in response to Adrian's warning expecting naïvely a donkey. Suddenly feline derrier took up his screen, the unexpected show momentarily stealing his focus.
[i] Holy! not bad....[/i]

"*cough* aha! oohkay" mike muttered switching the channel off, just as Blade tore into the unfortunate drone pilot, promising imminate demise if he didn't get himself together. mike winced sympathetically for Oliver, but the quick, brutal shakedown would hopefully bite deep. he could remember the first time he ended up with the CO's wrath, turned out the pretty lynx at the bar everyone seemed to ignore was the generals daughter, good thing he never got to take her home, he'd be in the ice fields right now. he was about to ask Kensington what he could see when Raisa spoke up, claiming Oliver a threat to the team, and requesting permission to engage. 

Woah there!" mike said, prowler looking over to sanya, non shooting arm out and down. "a shake down is one thing, attacking a teammate is a little over the top." he said returning his attention to 6 o'clock. "its just a training op, if this is all it takes to loose our heads, ill be amazed if we survive the net 10 minuets" he said, glancing at his passives finding nothing.