Blade had motioned the [i]Harlock[/i] into action, up and over the hill and to meet the remainder of the team, as they'd reported in their situation. Bringing the team to a halt, he listened to Ken's report, scratching the bridge of his muzzle, before he produced a cigar from one of his vest pockets, and bit it, unlit, in his muzzle as he considered the situation as the helo pilot reported.
[I]The triple-a and SAMs are our primary concern. If we don't take them out first, then Ken's out of action, and we can't deliver our strike team unless they've got security. Same with pullin' out the hostages after too: we need a secure airspace to make sure they get out. We can hit 'em at long range with arty, but we need precision this time. That takes accurate shots on target...[/i]
[URL=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Yjt4rDUjfk8]Pulling up his C3I interface once more, Blade worried the cigar from one side of his muzzle to the other as he studied the statistics and crunched numbers.[/url] Finally, he switched onto the squad-wide freek and spoke to everyone in a low and fast tone, brimming with enthusiasm and unwavering confidence.
"Okay, team, lissen up. Y'all kicked ass hard in the first round. We left the beegees hurtin' an' angry. They're gonna be lookin' ta make us look stupid the second time around - but we're gonna leave 'em hurtin'. Thanks ta Ken's eagle-eye action we got a good handle on what we're up against."
He opened a datalink channel to the other squad members and fed them the battleplan as he drew it up.
"So, this is what we're gonna do. The primary targets for our assalt will be the SAMs and other triple-A. Secondaries will be the anti-armour teams and the GEARS. The beegees don't have any airpower in theatre, so Ken's one of our assets if we can knock out those guns an' missiles. So - Adrian and Shona, y'all will be our sharp-shooters. To that end, Nawlin an' Raisa - y'all will head up the advance an' act as spotters to feed target info ta our long-guns here. Y'all will advance usin' the cover ta the south. Ta cover yer advance, the rest o' us will launch an assault from the south-west, an' target the hostile vehicles and th' infantry. Nawlin an' Raisa, once th' target data's passed on an' th' AAA is outta play, y'all hit the GEARs in a close assault, which'll be timed wi' our sweep inta th' AO, an' a precision strike from Ken on the hostiles remainin'. 
"The decisive factor in this op will be movin' fast, an' hittin' hard. All of this needs ta happen within mere seconds of each other - we can't delay, or else they'll have time ta rally their defence, and we'll be, ta put it bluntly, fucked like whores on a cold Northern Night. We gotta move like greased lightnin' here. There's no room for error - move fast, and hit hard! Ask any questions y'all have now. "
He paused for a moment, before speaking with a more conversational and fathely tone.
"I'm impressed by what y'all have done so far. I know we ain't worked together yet, but y'all have shown me a will to do well, and y'all are sure as hell [i]damn[/i] good fighters. I know y'all can do this, an' I'm gonna be in there in th' shit wi' the rest of ya!"