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Your gunfire hits the sniper in the chest and flings him against the wall. (Remember to deduct the relevant number of rounds from your Ammo Pouch.) With a gurgling groan, he slides to the floor and rolls over onto his crimson-stained stomach, his rifle still clutched in his hands. (If you wish to keep this weapon, you discover that it contains eight rounds of 7.62mm ammunition.)
You shout an ‘all clear’ to the others in the street below and then turn to leave.
