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You accelerate a split second before the angry clansman empties his machine pistol into your car in one long burst of fire. The special armour-piercing loads penetrate the rear, many of them passing clean through the trunk and out the far side. Miraculously, you escape with just a grazed rib, the bullet having been stopped by the thickness of your driving seat (lose 2 ENDURANCE points). Had it travelled two inches further it would have severed your spine!
