"Acknowledged. Hold up a 'sec boss I am picking something up." Kensington replied, squinting his eyes a bit as he peered into the screen that showed the live feed of his thermal camera. He spotted a cluster of heat signatures ahead and spoke into his mic before proceeding to investigate his discovery. "Thermal's picking up something, might be reinforcements." The airman reported, almost flinching the moment friendly artillery came whistling down on some hostiles but quickly steeling himself and proceeding with the earlier motion.

The images slowly began to separate and form into shapes as he approached, soon they revealed a series of defenses, gears, small rocket squads, and a mortar team stationed near the farm. Ontop of one of the grain silos revealed a man peering into a device of some sort and shifting around where he stood, as if speaking into a radio. Seconds later the mortars came to life and began their bombardment on the approaching LDF Gears. 

That was all the wolf could see before an alarm sounded in the cockpit, lights were flashing and that meant one thing. In a split second the senior airman pressed down on the counterneasure trigger, making flares and chaffs rain down from the sky to ensure the helicopter's safety. It wasn't a moment too soon for the pilot, just a few quick moments later a missile whistled by his aircraft. Maxwell, in response to the close call quickly made a retreat but only after he had taken note of his location. It hadn't occurred to him the other's might have observed his close bump with the risk of a take down, but when it came to his mind the wolf quickly spoke in a more firm, if not shaken tone, the country accent being replaced by a more professional 'air combatant' voice.

"Advise, ground teams, anti air and GEAR spotted, also hostile artillery and potentiality dangerous infantry spotted. I was not able to get a good look at their equipment but I have location GRID: 032, 116. Main objective description matches that position. Proceed with caution." He said, accidentally leaving his microphone on as he sat back in his seat and tried to relax a bit. "Well god damn I wasn't expecting that. Don't give a damn or not if it's simulation them assholes should know missiles scare the shit out of pilots." The voice was shaken if none the least, but fortunately it seemed the country accent had returned to the wolf's tone, fortunately for him that is.