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The hollow sound of your gunfire echoes across the dry lake bed and for a moment your target is obscured by smoke. As the cloud thins, you see that your efforts were in vain. The black figure is now running away from the tree towards a motorcycle that is lying on its side. Frantically he pulls the machine upright, kicks it into life, and makes a speedy escape.
Helpless to prevent him from getting away, you signal once more to the others to restart their engines and continue with the difficult crossing.
Remember to deduct the relevant number of rounds from your Ammo Pouch.
