Kensington glanced over his shoulder as he watched the crew jump out, the pilot taking his eyes off his surroundings for the brief moment he counted each man. Just when the crew claimed they were out a variety of warning sirens and system sounds started wailing in the cockpit, the HUD lighting up with a red [b][DANGER!][/b] message as the puff of a SAM went off. Immediately, the airman yanked back the controls and activated the counter measures, causing the helicopter to do a hard pitch backwards as flares were dumped and sprinkled around the helicopter. He could almost feel the missile's force as it barely missed the helicopter, a huge sense of relief overcoming the wolf as he recovered the aircraft's maneuverability and turned it to move away from his current location. Once the smoke cleared, he spotted the two vehicles fleeing the scene, and immediately he began to speak up. 

"Heads up to- Uh I mean ground teams two hostiles fleeing the landing zone. Engaging at this time but I gotta do a quick elevation adjustment and scan in order to search for more targets. Your air unit is still available for immediate tasking." The airman reported, his eyes closing half way as he focused on the live feed that was the crosshairs of his autocannon. When the zeroing was proper and the weapon was aligned, the wolf squeezed the trigger on his joystick. To him it was a burst of gunfire that was a simple response to the pulling of a trigger, but to the unfortunate targets below it was a high caliber round that could challenge grenades when it came to the amount of damage that was done. Such was one of the blissful ignorant factors that came with being a pilot. There were seven, seven shots in a rapid succession to deal with the fleeing vehicles. He didn't wait for the dust to settle, and immediately he went to pursue the survivors as he started looking ahead at the irrigation farm whether conptemplating whether to fire again or not.