5
Your killing blow tears open the sniper’s chest and flings him to the floor like a torn puppet. With a gurgling groan he rolls over onto his back and dies, 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 walk to the window and shout an ‘all clear’ to the others in the street below before you turn to leave.
