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The horror of seeing the pistol pointing straight at your heart galvanizes you into action. You hurl yourself at the floor, barely moments before the muzzle belches flame, avoiding what would most certainly have been a fatal wound.

In the close confines of the corridor the noise of the pistol’s discharge is deafening. You shake your head in a vain effort to clear the ringing that now fills your ears. Angered at how close you came to death, you struggle to your feet and face the door, only to see the spy-hole slam firmly shut.

If you wish to attempt to barge open the door, turn to 186.

If you wish to shoot open the lock and are able to do so, turn to 341.