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The muzzle of the gun belches flame, and in the close confines of the corridor the noise of its discharge is deafening. Something stabs you in the chest, and an instant later you are lying on your back, staring at one of the dim electric bulbs in the ceiling. You sense Knott moving past you, but you can no longer hear clearly, or feel anything save the numbness that has engulfed your body.

Powerless to resist, you slip gently into a sleep from which you will never awaken. Sadly, your life and your mission end here.