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A fraction of a second before you fire your weapon, a spurt of yellow flame leaps from the muzzle of the clan commander’s rifle. Almost simultaneously a terrific force hits you in the chest and sends you reeling backwards to crash against the cab. You feel no pain, for two of the seven armour-piercing rounds that have passed through your body pierced your heart. Death is instantaneous.

Tragically, your life and your mission end here in Columbus.