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You bring your gun up and fire at the first enemy clansman you see. (Remember to deduct the relevant number of rounds from your Ammo Pouch.) Your snap shot catches him in the legs and sends him tumbling to the ground, but not before he has had a chance to return the compliment. Fortunately, in the heat of this firefight, your reactions have become lightning fast. His machine-pistol fire rips up the ground around your feet, but you save yourself by diving for cover amongst the sparse scrub that borders the railroad line.

To continue, turn to 171.