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There is a dull thump, followed by a loud hissing, as the sniper’s bullet pierces the truck’s rear tyre, releasing a stream of stale air.

‘Take cover,’ shouts Frankland, and together you dive towards the pick-up and cower behind the passenger door. Knott has heard the shot and Frankland’s warning, and has hidden himself among the pines that stand close to Haskell’s grave.

‘If only we could see his position,’ says the captain, as he unslings his machine pistol and checks the magazine. ‘We’d at least have a fighting chance. This way he can circle round and pick us off at his leisure.’

There is a second shot and another tyre deflates noisily. With your pulse beating like an express train, you reach to your gun and prepare for a firefight.

If you wish to glance over the truck to see if you can locate the sniper’s position, turn to 39.

If you choose not to look, turn to 134.