"Uh... I count... only the target." he whispered into his microphone. the white fox's shadow didn't raise his hands, and as he also likely noticed, there was several other... dim (for lack of a better word; they were clearly visible, but not really there, not exactly real. they simply felt off.)
the shadow, started to move, towards a door, which looked oddly like the one from the school, and the winter-white fox noticed he had an extreme urge to copy his actions, to do what he did
"Command!" barrett hissed "Orders, I need orders!"
He got an unsatisfying response, for he growled, muttering something about the incompetency of a bureaucracy
the fox opened the door, walking out. The winter white fox quite suddenly got a feeling of almost unimaginable dread and anticipation; as if he was about to do something extremely stupid.
Barrett waited, he loyally waited, waiting for orders.
then, the fox seemed to notice barrett, and began running
"command!" he shouted into his microphone, shooting a few wild shots at the target "He is getting away! I need to take him out, now!"
but he was too late. The brown fox shut and locked the door behind him, leading to a fuzzy looking world of almost nothingness. This part wasn't in his memory.
Barrett rushed toward the door, Kicking and screaming, pounding and beating on the thing. Then, there was a loud, muffled bang, and the door flew open, knocking the shepherd onto the floor. but suddenly, the world around the white fox came into a sharp, clear focus. It looked like it had suffered a massive explosion, guts, gore, and various bits of tattered cloth were strewn everywhere. Quite a few, as the fox probably noticed, had camouflage coloring to them. a tattered american flag patch could be seen.