Sgt Jackson
Jackson winces at the sound of bullets off the hull.
"Stupid hicks. Okay, smalls arms fire is no worry to us, but keep your eyes open for anyone with an RPG. If we can get between the pilot and the mob, do it. If it helps, lay down some suppression fire with the machine gun, but for God's sake don't hit anybody.
Does this damn thing have a PA system? Get on the loud speakers and tell the crowd to disperse immediately.
Save the smoke unless we need it. I got a bad feeling we may need it for more important things later.
Paddy, make this baby fly and get that pilot. Who's on the radio? Tell 'em we've made positive ID on an Israelli pilot and make sure we're on an encrypted channel. If we're not on a secure channel then don't say a damn thing."
OOC: thoughts in green
WTF is going on? Don't these folks know how to keep from blowing each other up? We oughta pack up and let 'em do it.