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Your gunfire catches the clansman in the upper chest and sends him spinning across the room. (Remember to deduct the relevant number of rounds from your Ammo Pouch.) He hits the far wall, rebounds, and then drops to his knees, his hands scrabbling all the while to maintain a grip on his weapon. He is determined to kill you but, as he struggles to raise his machine pistol, death robs him of the chance to avenge himself.
You scramble out from under the table to see the bloodhound scurrying away through the open door. Aware that the noise will have alerted the dead man’s confederates, you waste no time in forcing open the window and leaving the building via the fire escape stairs.
