Kensington kept quiet as he looked ahead at the landscape of the AO. He took in every little detail, especially areas that could make flying difficult such at tall trees and such. It was a consolation to him, though when he discovered that there wasn't much he need to worry about aside from any hostile forces that don't like helicopters flying in their airspace. Regardless, the pilot could do his job whenever he was told to, the only question was whether the recon team could do theirs. The simple surveying wouldn't last long as it was interrupted by the senior airman's next order.
"Maxwell, Nawlin - I'm registering a sporadic contact at about half a klick out, south-south-east. I can't tie it down. Investigate the area, but fall back for support if you find anything suspicious, over." The pilot was about to make his response but stopped himself from committing one of the most common mistakes a new guy on a radio would do one time in their lives, that being jumping onto comms without thinking first. The wolf kept off the mic for a second do correct himself and quickly form a logical response instead of throwing words around the radio traffic, then took a deep breath and finally spoke.
"Orders recieved, air unit is on the move five hundred meters, south." Maxwell reported, quickly snapping his aircraft vehicle towards that direction with a mixed pitch and yaw movement. The altitude meter dropped from this twist and the pilot made the decision not to climb to the skies again, feeling very comfortable with a 150 mark even though the window for lock-on evasion was pretty wide in this open landscape. He had to spot the enemy before they spot him if he was able to, and that would be decided within the next few minutes when he came across the 500 meter way point Silver pointed out over the comms, his eyes scanning the area along with using the thermal feed to help him spot any heat signatures.
After a few seconds of searching he came across what Silver had reported to him, a small group of GEARS and vehicles alike less that three hundred meters away from his current location. The senior airman quickly shut off the thermal filter to get a better image of the group, taking in every detail as his helicopter climbed higher and higher to avoid any issues from the forces below. They seemed unequipped for a confrontation, few of them having makeshift armor in replacement of their older damaged parts but that didn't mean they weren't a threat, and the pilot himself quickly spoke into his headset while making his retreat. "Advise teams I got multiple MRAP and GEAR about eight hundred meters, south, southeast. They should be an easy one... But be advised they sure know I'm hear and are on alert." The wolf reported, returning to safety and fortunately not needing to launch any flares to ward off any missiles. It was a good run, but that didn't guarantee that Kensington got sight of all that was going down since he was soo quick to return to the main force.
Hearing the other report made the pilot chuckle under his breath and speak into his microphone, using his distinctive light rural accent. "Son you gon' make a eight thousand meter shot? You'd need some artillery batteries for that kind of hunt." The pilot advised the technical specialist, pausing for a minute before speaking up once again. "CAS is on stand by for tasking."