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Slowly you raise your gun and press the muzzle against the centre of the door as the muffled footsteps come closer and closer. They stop, and for a few agonizing seconds all you can hear is the relentless pounding of your heart. You are very tense and, when you see the handle start to turn, you snatch the trigger and blast a hole clean through the door. (Remember to deduct the relevant number of rounds from your Ammo Pouch.)
In the cramped confines of the store room your gunfire is deafening. Yet above its roar you hear the scream of a clansman as he catches the blast full in the chest. You get ready to fire again, in case he was not searching alone, but when you kick open the door and spring out, you find only one Angelino, and he is lying dead in the middle of the workshop floor.
