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Bullets rip into the tyre rack and whistle past you on all sides as the clansman rushes your position. Calmly you stay hidden until you hear his gun stop in mid-burst, and then you spring to your feet and fire at point-blank range, hitting him in the chest. He doubles up, falls forward, and lands in a lifeless heap at your feet.
Remember to deduct the relevant number of rounds from your Ammo Pouch.
