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‘Hold it right there!’ screams the clansman, as he fixes you with his flashlight. He stands silhouetted in the doorway, as his bloodhound comes loping across the desks towards you. Desperately you try to pass through the window before he can raise his gun and fire. Unfortunately, the clansman has taped his torch to the barrel of his machine pistol, which is already aimed at your chest. Callously he watches as you struggle to get clear, and then he pulls the trigger and sprays the window with a deadly hail of lead.
Hot cores of pain erupt in your right thigh and shoulder as three of the bullets clip you and send you spinning out of the window—lose 4 ENDURANCE points. Reeling from the impact of your fall and the pain of your wounds, you drag yourself to your feet and stagger down the fire escape as quickly as you are able.
