Soaring quietly over the endless ocean, Mike kept his eye on the sliver of landmass that was approaching in the distance. Beads of sweat formed inside his helmet as he silently cursed Air Traffic Control's ineptitude in planning him a more direct route towards the island, which by now, he was approaching at a painfully slow speed. Given the severity of his mission, he was just about as upset as he could be regarding the completely unprofessional method that ATC had enacted in its little last minute stunt to reroute as many other aircrafts as possible from flying over his target area. Considering the overwhelming lack of support that he had been given by his fellow officers, it seemed to be a miracle in and of itself that Agent Kennedy was able to manage keeping himself alive, let alone managing to protect the president's daughter. And although clearly it wasn't exactly encouraged to become particularly attached to any of your 'payloads' in the midst of a pick-up mission, he couldn't help but toss a couple bones of admiration towards Mr. Kennedy for being able to stick to his guns for so long without any firing support to back him up. With that last thought, Mike peered hungrily at his radar screen as the small flashing blip signifying Agent Kennedy's location began to line up with the center of the screen. Peering over the machinery that lit up his dashboard, he smiled like a madman as he recognized his payload just below, surrounded by an intense amount of movement as the hostiles seemingly prepared to get into some sort of formation. Moving a bit closer, Mike flashed a dim spotlight on the agent as he buzzed him on his headset.
"Hey," Kennedy sighed "it's about time."
"Sorry bad traffic. I'll cover you." Mike ground out the mechanically as he moved his attention toward the hostiles in question. Agent Kennedy's exasperated welcome aside, it looked like the locals were packing some pretty nasty toys. No doubt this was shaping up to be one of the most dangerous air strikes he had ever been a part of.