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You realize too late that the biker is already dead, killed as he sped over the bridge by a ricocheting bullet. He is slumped forward over the handlebars in a racing pose, his right hand locked on the throttle and his weight balanced to keep the machine upright and fixed in a straight line.

You try to get clear but in your panic you mistime your dive. With a fearful crash, the motorcycle ploughs into the gas pump and explodes in a ball of bright flame, catching you in mid-leap. The last thing you see is a blinding yellow flash as you are engulfed by the blazing inferno. Death is instantaneous.

Tragically, your life and your mission end here in Mexico.