Damien stood with his fingers hovering over the keypad ready to key in the coordinates when Regina and Lorden started talking to him. He strode back out listening to her and ready to tell her not to bother when Lorden stepped up and did it for him. Damien was surprised by the sudden change in Lorden; like he had tapped some of the authority that he was born into. Part of him liked the kid; it was rare that he ran into a Demon-half breed that was good somewhere inside. Most were incapable of it due to the way they were treated by both races, but Lorden seemed to have some innate good inside of him. That wasnâ€™t to say that Damien didnâ€™t sense a deep darkness in him, because he did, most demons had deep dark places that held exuberant amounts of power, that were hard to handle without the proper training. Damien watched and listened to Lorden as he headed to the cabinet where the smartphones and walkies were and grabbed one of each. Oh how he loathed carrying more of the infernal crap with him, he longed for the decent ways of communicating, but most humans were opposed to having their minds invaded by a demon.<br/><br/>Damien's eyes followed Lorden as he walked towards the door. He wasn't really going to.... Oh yes he did. For a moment Damien stood blinking at the spot Lorden had just been in. It wasnâ€™t often that he watched people jump out of a perfectly good chopper; in fact he was rather sure that he had never witnessed it. He cursed and walked over to the door with quick annoyed strides.<br/><br/>"Is everyone here hell bent on suicide?" He demanded watching Lorden plummet towards the ground before pulling himself out at the last moment. Damien yanked the wakie out of its new position next to the one he used to keep in touch with Kayku. "What the hell do you think youâ€™re doing? Kid, you got no idea what youâ€™re going after. Don't get yourself killed; we got more use for you than that." He growled into the mike then knowing he couldn't just go after Lorden without leaving the rest of them with no way to HQ. He clicked the mike back on. â€œIf you insist on going after him, wait for me to come back. You could use backup.â€ He shoved the walkie back into its holster and strode back into the cockpit plugging in the coordinates. Then he stared at the controls not sure what he was to do next, he hadn't bothered to familiarize himself with chopper controls since most of the time his pilots didn't bail out of them. It also had something to do with the fact that he hated human technology. It interfered with his magic and crammed his head with static if he opened his senses to â€œunnatural levelsâ€. Now he cursed himself for that. Damien growled again tempted to smash the whole thing, but he was reasonably sure that would result in the chopper dropping like a rock out of the sky. He shook his head and walked back out of the cockpit.<br/><br/>The Marines he had brought were looking antsier by the minute, they werenâ€™t accustomed to not being able to take control of a situation and watching Lorden free fall had more than likely left them shaken. He took a moment to evaluate each one and wondering how his next words would effect them.<br/><br/>"So....anyone know how to work one of these things?" He asked looking around at everyone.<br/><br/>As he figured the Marines stared at him mouths gaping open. â€œAre- are you serious?â€ One asked looking at Damien like he prayed he was joking.<br/><br/>â€œDonâ€™t worry. Itâ€™s on auto-pilot at the momentâ€¦I just donâ€™t know how to land the infernal thing. Never bothered cause I figured that my pilot wouldnâ€™t<span style="font-style: italic">jump out of the damn chopper.</span>â€ He growled most of the last part under his breath, still annoyed that Lorden had simply bailed and left Damien with the powder keg. His eyes slid over to Regina wondering if she would know anything about the damn chopper controls.