[Hawkeye]

-Whitehawk One SPLASH ONE- came the scream over the joint forces comm. equipment, as an explosion of a AGM-169 air to Ground missile blew up the first Doberman, the Firebee air support helicopter that had launched the missile started to make a long arch turn as it prepared to make another attack run.
-Whitehawk Two do you have a firing solution on the other Doberman?- the pilot asked as he made his turn. The other pilot didn’t respond as he took fire from the Doberman in question.
-Negative Whi….- suddenly his communication burst into static as the Firebee took a burst of Boomer fire into it’s rotor housing, the engine struggling to hold it together as it started to dive towards the ground. The Pilot managed to regain some control as it started to dive toward the ground. He had least managed to direct it away from the ground forces position and away from buildings. The craft managed to fly for a few more second before the engine stalled over a crossroad. The Pilot had tired to reach the ejection handle as it came crashing down, His friend and wingman watched in horror as his friend craft was engulfed in flames.
‘That Piece of Crap going to pay’ raced through his mind as he turned the control of his craft around.
-lightning two-six, this is WhiteHawk One, Hit the deck I’m going to mow the sucker down- he said over the radio as he flipped the choice of weapons over to the Firebee’s Chain gun. The craft made it final bank towards the Doberman boomer, the Pilot trained his Target Acquisition and Designation System onto the Target and pulled the Trigger as the crafts Chain gun ripped lose with 25mm M919 Armor-Piercing, Fin-Stabilized Discarding Sabot with Tracer shots. That ripped through the boomer like tracing paper, the power source of the Doberman was ripped apart and it engulfed itself in a small fireball as the Firebee flew over the Pilot smiled
-whitehawk one Splash one, lightning two-six do you copy Over?-

“This is Lighting two-sic we copy, Thanks for the assistance Over with the Doberman’s Over” replied the commander as she stared at the mess that had happened within minute, the Explosion of the boomer had pulled all the mutated Boomer out of the woodwork for miles around. “Looks like we got out work cut out” she muttered as he trained his rifle at the nearest boomer and let rip with a burst of fire.
“Sir We got wounded” shouted the American Marine as he pointed to two crumpled bodies’ feet away, The Commander nodded as he signaled to him to give her covering fire, she rushed over to the two bodies and kneeled down. Gripping her glove with her teeth she pulled her glove off.
Feeling the first body for a Pulse, it yielded no results so she moved onto the next one. This one was smaller then the usual grunt and was laying face down, a piece of shrapnel was embedded in the lower leg.
“Shit Romanova, Leon is going to kill me if your die on my shift” she said as she grabbed a hold of the Armored vest that Nene was wearing and rolled her onto her back. “Jackson get over here and help me move her” she said to the American who nodded and ran over to help her.
Suddenly Nene screamed out it pain as she awoke from being dragged along the ground roughly. The Shrapnel was causing her pain as her legs where dragged along the ground back toward the cover of the APC.