332

The light flickers on and off as the dust-laden wind gusts along the main street of the town. Slowly you drive forward, your eyes straining to identify the source of the light, when suddenly two men appear in front of you, caught in the glare of your headlights. Their faces are covered with leather riding masks, but the skull-and-crossbones emblems emblazoned on their jackets leave you in no doubt as to their identity: they are Outlaw clansmen.

Startled by the lights, they stand frozen before you in the middle of the highway.

If you wish to halt your roadster, turn to 124.

If you decide to accelerate your car straight at them, turn to 189.