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Your vote carries the decision to detour Columbus by a majority of three to one. ‘OK men, that decides it,’ says Captain Frankland. ‘We avoid Columbus an’ take a detour on Highway 9.’
‘I think we’d better get going right away, sir,’ says Knott, uneasily. ‘Looks like more o’ Mad Dog’s boys are headin’ this way.’ He points along the highway at an ominous column of dust that is approaching from the south.
‘Hell!’ spits Frankland. ‘That’s all we need. Mount up, men. We ain’t got the time to party with those punks.’
Marine Knott takes the wheel with the captain riding beside him in the cab. Meanwhile, you and the sergeant climb in the back and take up firing positions at the tailgate. As the truck starts to move, you watch anxiously as the column of dust draws closer.
