Kensington watched the one he conversed with walk off then nodded to himself, turning and following the group towards the hangers. At some point he turned a different direction and traveled upward to where his helicopter had landed, the rotors still spinning at a sluggish pace despite the engine being off. To his right he saw the maintenance crew and to his left he spotted a stockpile of modifications specifically for his helicopter that could turn it from support to attack in any given moment.
The approach to the helicopter was one that made his heart race with excitement, the airman could hear nothing except each beat and each step he took closer towards the vehicle that would be his to control. Once he was beside the helicopter, the wolf slowly drew his finger across the metal that was cold in some areas and warm in the other. He did it for a good few minutes as he circled around the vehicle and ducked under the tail before he ended up back at the entry hatch where he turned to face one of the crew members displaying a smile to the airman. He could only give a nod and a nervous smile in return, nodding to the serviceman.
"Liking her?" The man who looked to be some sort of canine asked, his arms crossed and a headband wrapped around his head.
Kensington nodded a second time and looked up at the propellers, his tail blissfully swaying left to right as he watched the blades slowly rotate above their heads. "Yeah.. Looks good to run, yeh?"
"Of course. Not a Ladybug but it'll get the job done. Well, senior airman, your wings are ready to take flight. Make sure she comes back to the nest, okay?" With that, Kensington was given a helmet that was issued to almost every airman. His unlike the typical hand-me-downs was actually new with barely any scratches.
I guess special squad comes with special privileges. The senior airman thought, giving the crew member a slight bow before climbing into the helicopter and moving past the row of seats to where his seat will be, the pilot's seat.
The interior was familiar to the senior airman and the smell was also a friend of his. Once in his seat he took in his surroundings for a long minute, strapping himself in and looking over the switches before flicking the main engine on, the helicopter humming as it came to life. Seconds later the propellers came to life and every gauge began their calculations for the pilot. It took a good thirty seconds until he was ready but still on the helicopter pad, the airman himself finally pulling his helmet on and fastening it to his head before speaking into his headset. "This be air support, standin' by for orders."