Kensington didn't take time to respond to Silver's request as he quickly assessed the situation and tried to pick out the most dangerous target in the line of his gun run. The pilot took note of the military gears and quickly went to comms to report their locations. "Hostile GEAR is adjusting location and engaging your marksmen. The second one is lighting up a-" the pilot was cut off when the missiles behind him detonated near the main force. The wolf cursed under his breath and glanced over his shoulder in an attempt to calculate the damage his comrades sustained. Seeing no big issue the pilot was eyes forward again only to see the hostiles making a tactical retreat. He had to throw a wrench in the machine.

"Sorry sir priorities have changed. Be advised I have to adjust fire to a different HVT." Kensington reported, his helicopter making a hard left to go around and intercept the opposition from the side. Within the minute he was circling around the retreating forces without any issue, but he also knew as soon as their tactician made the call he would be in trouble. Quick thinking was done, and what was presumed to be the biggest threat was locked on by the helicopter's weapon system. Three seconds passed, and the moment came to it's spark that turned into a flame. "Alright I'm calling guns!"

Upon entering the range he had his weapon zeroes on the pilot unleashed the wrath of an attack from the sky, spraying a calculated carpet of heavy caliber 30mm rounds that sliced through the retreating force, the airman himself hoping it could cause the infliction of damage he intended to do. It was moments like this he missed his rocket and missile pods and racks.