Kensington glanced over the array of buttons and switches before him as he received Blade's orders, his grip on the joystick seeming to get the right feel for the moment. "Orders received I'l- I mean we'll see what we can do." He replied, his gaze shooting over his shoulder at his newly found partner before giving a random chuckle, "Lets cause some hate and discontent." Right as he said that he gave the helicopter a drop in altitude during it's return back to the AO. "Remember you're on the missiles and guns."
"R-right, okay." Dane replied, his eyes glued to the monitor as he got used to the manipulation of the gun. It had been awhile since he had touched this equipment, and in a sense it felt like he had stepped up from the crap he had dealt with earlier, but now wasn't the time to speculate on that. Before him was the land speeding by below the helicopter, and ahead was the targets he needed to deal with. "Okay come on back to the right, then you can go up and engage."
"Got'cha. Lets make this first run count. Remember you're clear to engage those GEARs spreading out." As the senior airmen spoke he pointed out the cockpit towards the squad they were told to engage, but that made no positive effect due to the fact the younger pilot was stuck on the screen. Regardless, they helicopter was lined up, and soon the crosshairs would go over their first target. With a quick glance it was obvious that one run wasn't going to end this fight, but if the shots were placed right the run could hinder the group as a whole instead of focusing on one individual target, and that was what Dane had in mind. The helicopter maneuvered like it was instructed to, and the run was lined up with only a few seconds to spare before it would be too late to fire. There was silence, then after a shuddered breath the gunner spoke in a firm tone.
"Okay, calling guns." Right after he made his announcement the airman pressed down on one of the red buttons next to his thumb, holding it down as three of the eight missiles were launched with the crosshairs in the camera designating where the recently launched missiles would land. It was as if the world around that young desert fox slowed down significantly while he waited to see the results of his first gun run.