Something in the air caught Jacobs eye, and he caught it as it came down. It was a paper plane, one with a signature he recognized. "Emily?" He said confused. But the fox didnt have much time to question it further, because just then the sounds of pulse rounds pilled the air. His ears twitched as one of the lookout in a make shift guard tower began yelling, and, instinctively, he immediately dove for cover.