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‘You may not need these, but have ’em anyway,’ says Kate, holding out two 12-gauge cartridges.
‘Every little bit helps,’ you reply, gratefully, as you take them from her hand (remember to note these on your Ammo Pouch). You press the shells into your gun’s magazine and chance another look over the edge of the slope to fix the enemy’s position in your mind.
‘I’ll go left,’ whispers Cutter.
‘Whenever you’re ready,’ you reply, and tense your body in preparation for the run.
