Adrian knew his men rely on his orders. Whatever he is going to tell them, they are going to oblige.
"Sir?" Ryan called, snapping him out of attention. "We need to respond now or else the next thing they'll do is fire a missile at us."
"We're not turning back," Adrian said.
The pilot glanced at him.
"Sir, if we don't comply, they will engage," he said. "That's standard interception protocol. We're already past the warning phase."
"I know," Adrian replied. "But we didn't come this far to abort."
Ryan shifted slightly.
"They're not going to negotiate in the air," he said. "Not like this."
Adrian finally turned his head slightly.
"We're on a humanitarian mission," he said. "We need to land at Camp Humphreys. That's the objective."
The pilot tightened his grip on the controls.
"Sir, with respect," he said carefully, "that aircraft in front of us is fully capable of taking us out before we even get close to the airfield."
Adrian's gaze returned forward.
