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The barrel of Mad Dog’s machine pistol spits flame and you feel red-hot cores of pain erupt in your shoulder, neck, and head. In an instant your vision is transformed into a kaleidoscope of swirling colours, the most predominant being red.

With breathtaking suddenness your car slews off the freeway and smashes into the central crash barrier, transforming it into a blazing fireball. With a scream of triumph, Mad Dog passes your burning car, ecstatic in the knowledge that at last he has wrought his revenge.

Tragically, your life and your mission end here, less than thirty miles from Tucson.