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At the place where it enters the town, the surface of the freeway glitters as if it were covered with hundreds of tiny mirrors. You narrow your eyes to focus on these glimmering points of light, and a chill runs down your spine when you realize what they are. The highway is covered with metal spikes.

You signal to the convoy to halt and then inform the other drivers—Cutter and Uncle Jonas—of what you have seen. ‘We’ll have to circle around this place,’ says Uncle Jonas. ‘We can’t risk our tyres on this stretch o’ road. According to that Rickenbacker guy, this land’s now bandit territory.’

‘I bet they’re responsible for spikin’ the road,’ says Cutter. ‘It’ll be gettin’ dark soon an’ I sure don’t wanna be bushwhacked while changing tyres. Besides, we’re gettin’ real close to home. I’m sure we all’d like to make camp tonight in Big Spring.’ You nod your agreement.

The three of you decide to detour the town and pick up the freeway a few miles further on. You lead the convoy cross-country, but as you draw level with the town you hear the sound of gunfire.

Pick a number from the Random Number Table and add to it your Driving skill total.

If your total is now 7 or less, turn to 6.

If your total is now 8 or more, turn to 296.