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The remaining clansman, whom you first saw seated next to the parapet, cowers on the ground like a frightened child. His hands are tied behind his back and, as you bend to grab hold of his arms and pull him to his feet, he pleads for his life. ‘Don’t kill me, please don’t kill me,’ he cries. ‘I’ll help you, if you’ll just let me live.’
You shout an all clear to Rickenbacker in the street below, and as you turn your face away, you see the headlights of the convoy vehicles as they enter the town.
Without untying his hands, you escort the clansman down slowly from the roof and retrace your steps along the alley to the main street.
