Kensington was pushing the helicopter to it's limits when it came to balancing speed and control in the sky. He was there just a few minutes after Blade spoke about him and he started into a circling pattern once more as the helicopter dropped from it's high altitude. To descend was quicker than to ascend, but even the senior airman managed to find a way to tear the book up and do a more of a dive than a mixture of hovering and dropping. Being just a few hundred meters from the ground the wolf continued his flight pattern with his attention dead set on the action below. Then the uneasy yet brief wait settled in, giving the pilot time to think over his strategy and worry about his comrades.

Upon hearing the green light, the pilot steadied the helicopter and landed not too far away, but far enough to keep dust and debris from causing any issues with the doctor's work. Immediately, the airman found himself taking off his helmet, adjusting the headset piece, and unbuckling himself so to run to the back of the helicopter. There, he grabbed one of the many stretchers stored in the helicopter by a handle so to lay it out on the edge of the cabin. When everything was set it was up to Adrian to either give an order or bring the patient to the helicopter for the airman to briefly examine then take off. The doctor was the first to arrive, and that relieved the senior airman the position of being a combat life saver until the patient was handed over to him by the 

 "Alright alright lets get this guy home asap doc! You better hollar if you need a hand no sense going all bad ass when you got help on standby!" The wolf exclaimed into the headset, his left hand waving the two towards the helicopter while his right hand gripped the frame of the doorway. During the waiting period Ken's eyes scanned the area for anything that could compromise the med evac. If raising the rifle was necessary, he was damn set on being the first one to do it when it is needed.