The fox heard someone coming up the hallway and stopping beside the door. A smile creased his muzzle as he pointed his gun to the area where the lion was. "adios" Jacob said, but as he pulled the trigger the only thing that happened was a sharp click. The sound of an empty clip. Jacobs smile disappeared, knowing the remaining mags were in his backpack on the roof. Hurriedly, he pulled his knife, preparing for the attack.