adding 14th large illustration for 03toz

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        <dt>Transcription</dt>
         <dd>Philip Baccus</dd>
        <dt>Illustration Transcription</dt>
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         <dd>Philip Baccus</dd>
        <dt>Illustration Transcription</dt>

-        <dd></dd>
+        <dd>Jonathan Blake</dd>

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          <line>Jonathan Blake</line>
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          <line>Jonathan Blake</line>


@@ -171,7 +171,7 @@
     <p><quote>Pop</quote> Ewell, the seventy-year-old grandfather of the Ewell family, was the leader of this small colony of survivors, and it was he who had urged Uncle Jonas to join them when they had first made radio contact. The colony numbered less than a dozen at the time of your arrival, yet as the airwaves became clearer and new contacts were made, this number had soon more than doubled to twenty-five. It was decided that a name was needed to identify the settlement and <quote>Dallas Colony One</quote> was adopted, <quote>DC1</quote> for short. From that day on, everyone worked hard to make DC1 a secure haven for those seeking refuge from the hostile wastelands and marauding city gangs.</p>
     <p><quote>Cutter</quote> Jacks was one such refugee. Before <quote>The Day</quote> he had been chief mechanic at the International Grand Prix Circuit near Lake Dallas, and his incredible skill and knowledge of engines was soon to prove invaluable to the colony. He taught you how to drive, and from a pile of old wrecks that you helped him salvage from the circuit, he built you a powerful, customized car. You used it to patrol the highways north of the city, keeping a lookout for gangs of city punks who frequently mounted raids to steal or destroy DC1<ch.apos/>s supplies. Cutter also taught you to shoot, and it was your natural prowess with a gun and your skill behind the wheel that were to earn you the begrudging respect of your enemies, who took to calling you the <quote>Freeway Warrior</quote>.</p>
 
     <p><quote>Pop</quote> Ewell, the seventy-year-old grandfather of the Ewell family, was the leader of this small colony of survivors, and it was he who had urged Uncle Jonas to join them when they had first made radio contact. The colony numbered less than a dozen at the time of your arrival, yet as the airwaves became clearer and new contacts were made, this number had soon more than doubled to twenty-five. It was decided that a name was needed to identify the settlement and <quote>Dallas Colony One</quote> was adopted, <quote>DC1</quote> for short. From that day on, everyone worked hard to make DC1 a secure haven for those seeking refuge from the hostile wastelands and marauding city gangs.</p>
     <p><quote>Cutter</quote> Jacks was one such refugee. Before <quote>The Day</quote> he had been chief mechanic at the International Grand Prix Circuit near Lake Dallas, and his incredible skill and knowledge of engines was soon to prove invaluable to the colony. He taught you how to drive, and from a pile of old wrecks that you helped him salvage from the circuit, he built you a powerful, customized car. You used it to patrol the highways north of the city, keeping a lookout for gangs of city punks who frequently mounted raids to steal or destroy DC1<ch.apos/>s supplies. Cutter also taught you to shoot, and it was your natural prowess with a gun and your skill behind the wheel that were to earn you the begrudging respect of your enemies, who took to calling you the <quote>Freeway Warrior</quote>.</p>
 

-    <p>Six months after you arrived at DC1, the colony was faced with a major crisis. A heat wave was causing a drought that threatened to destroy the food supply. Crops were failing and the colony<ch.apos/>s artesian well, its only source of uncontaminated water, was beginning to dry up. The drought was also provoking more attacks from the city punks, who were desperate for food and water. Their common need had united them and now they posed a very real threat to the security of DC1. It was the last day of May, 2020, when Pop Ewell made radio contact with another colony, who were based in the city of Big Spring, 300 miles west of McKinney. Their situation was completely the reverse of DC1<ch.apos/>s: they had food and water in plentiful supply but they were desperately short of fuel. They told of their contact with survivors in Tucson, Arizona, who were also without fuel. The Tucson colony reported that the territories west of the mountains of the Sierra Nevada had been spared the worst effects of the radioactive blizzards that had devastated the rest of the country and, miraculously, much of southern California was still widely populated: it had survived the last eight years virtually intact. When you heard the news you could hardly believe your ears. Perhaps your family were still alive. After all that had happened, there was now a real hope that one day you might be reunited with them.</p>
+    <p>Six months after you arrived at DC1, the colony was faced with a major crisis. A heat wave was causing a drought that threatened to destroy the food supply. Crops were failing and the colony<ch.apos/>s artesian well, its only source of uncontaminated water, was beginning to dry up. The drought was also provoking more attacks from the city punks, who were desperate for food and water. Their common need had united them and now they posed a very real threat to the security of DC1. It was the last day of May 2020, when Pop Ewell made radio contact with another colony, who were based in the city of Big Spring, 300 miles west of McKinney. Their situation was completely the reverse of DC1<ch.apos/>s: they had food and water in plentiful supply but they were desperately short of fuel. They told of their contact with survivors in Tucson, Arizona, who were also without fuel. The Tucson colony reported that the territories west of the mountains of the Sierra Nevada had been spared the worst effects of the radioactive blizzards that had devastated the rest of the country and, miraculously, much of southern California was still widely populated: it had survived the last eight years virtually intact. When you heard the news you could hardly believe your ears. Perhaps your family were still alive. After all that had happened, there was now a real hope that one day you might be reunited with them.</p>

     <p>A meeting was held to decide how best to deal with the crisis facing DC1. Everyone agreed that to stay at McKinney would lead to eventual death, either slowly from starvation or suddenly at the hands of the murderous city gangs. The only choice open to DC1 was to try to reach California; only there lay real hope for the future of the colony. The decision was relayed to the survivors at Big Spring and a deal was struck to rendezvous with them as soon as possible. DC1 would give them fuel in exchange for food and water, and together they would join up with the Tucson colony for the final stage of the journey to California.</p>
     <p>Careful preparations were made for the long trek, and three vehicles were chosen to make up the convoy: the school bus, your customized roadster, and a gasolene tanker laden with 5000 gallons of petroleum siphoned from underground storage tanks at the Ewell ranch. Supplies of food and water were adequate but the colony lacked sufficient firearms and ammunition with which to defend itself. On the day before the convoy was due to leave, one of the colonists was sent north to search the town of Sherman for weapons. He radioed back to say that he had found a cache of hunting rifles and ammunition, but that his truck had broken down and he was stranded in the town. He had also found a survivor<ch.emdash/>a beautiful teenage girl<ch.emdash/>and he requested that you go to Sherman to pick them up. As soon as you arrived you were ambushed by the scouts of a brutal gang of bikers known as the Detroit Lions and, in the ensuing gun battle, you killed Stinger<ch.emdash/>the scouts<ch.apos/> leader.</p>
     <p>Later you learned that the girl<ch.emdash/>Kate Norton<ch.emdash/>was the sole survivor of a Kansas City colony, which had been attacked and wiped out by the Detroit Lions. The Lions<ch.apos/> leader, who calls himself <quote>Mad Dog Michigan</quote>, had taken a liking to her and spared her life. Mad Dog was once a high-ranking HAVOC agent who had escaped from Pontiac Deep Pen near Detroit, and he and his gang, most of whom were also HAVOC escapees, were heading for the Fort Hood Military Reserve near Killeen, Texas, the largest armoury in the whole of the United States. There he hoped to find enough weapons to equip the other HAVOC clans who were now in control of cities all along the eastern seaboard. Kate had managed to steal a motorcycle and escape from their camp, but Mad Dog was determined to get her back. He sent his brother<ch.emdash/>Stinger<ch.emdash/>and a handful of his best scouts to track her down, and they had finally caught up with her at Sherman.</p>
     <p>A meeting was held to decide how best to deal with the crisis facing DC1. Everyone agreed that to stay at McKinney would lead to eventual death, either slowly from starvation or suddenly at the hands of the murderous city gangs. The only choice open to DC1 was to try to reach California; only there lay real hope for the future of the colony. The decision was relayed to the survivors at Big Spring and a deal was struck to rendezvous with them as soon as possible. DC1 would give them fuel in exchange for food and water, and together they would join up with the Tucson colony for the final stage of the journey to California.</p>
     <p>Careful preparations were made for the long trek, and three vehicles were chosen to make up the convoy: the school bus, your customized roadster, and a gasolene tanker laden with 5000 gallons of petroleum siphoned from underground storage tanks at the Ewell ranch. Supplies of food and water were adequate but the colony lacked sufficient firearms and ammunition with which to defend itself. On the day before the convoy was due to leave, one of the colonists was sent north to search the town of Sherman for weapons. He radioed back to say that he had found a cache of hunting rifles and ammunition, but that his truck had broken down and he was stranded in the town. He had also found a survivor<ch.emdash/>a beautiful teenage girl<ch.emdash/>and he requested that you go to Sherman to pick them up. As soon as you arrived you were ambushed by the scouts of a brutal gang of bikers known as the Detroit Lions and, in the ensuing gun battle, you killed Stinger<ch.emdash/>the scouts<ch.apos/> leader.</p>
     <p>Later you learned that the girl<ch.emdash/>Kate Norton<ch.emdash/>was the sole survivor of a Kansas City colony, which had been attacked and wiped out by the Detroit Lions. The Lions<ch.apos/> leader, who calls himself <quote>Mad Dog Michigan</quote>, had taken a liking to her and spared her life. Mad Dog was once a high-ranking HAVOC agent who had escaped from Pontiac Deep Pen near Detroit, and he and his gang, most of whom were also HAVOC escapees, were heading for the Fort Hood Military Reserve near Killeen, Texas, the largest armoury in the whole of the United States. There he hoped to find enough weapons to equip the other HAVOC clans who were now in control of cities all along the eastern seaboard. Kate had managed to steal a motorcycle and escape from their camp, but Mad Dog was determined to get her back. He sent his brother<ch.emdash/>Stinger<ch.emdash/>and a handful of his best scouts to track her down, and they had finally caught up with her at Sherman.</p>


@@ -253,7 +253,7 @@
       <p>Your ability in each of these five individual skills is measured in skill points. You begin with 3 points per skill. Before starting the adventure, you may allocate an additional 4 skill points to your list of five Survival Skills. These 4 extra points can be used to improve one or more of your five skills. During your adventure, all five skills will be severely tested; therefore the higher the individual skill level, the better your chances of survival. You may allocate your 4 additional points entirely how you like.</p>
       <p>When you have decided where to allocate your 4 additional skill points, make a note of the totals in the Survival Skills section of your <a idref="action">Action Chart</a>.</p>
       <p>(If this is your first <cite>Freeway Warrior</cite> adventure, your total number of skill points should be 19: five skills x 3 points each = 15, plus 4 additional skill points = 19 points.)</p>
       <p>Your ability in each of these five individual skills is measured in skill points. You begin with 3 points per skill. Before starting the adventure, you may allocate an additional 4 skill points to your list of five Survival Skills. These 4 extra points can be used to improve one or more of your five skills. During your adventure, all five skills will be severely tested; therefore the higher the individual skill level, the better your chances of survival. You may allocate your 4 additional points entirely how you like.</p>
       <p>When you have decided where to allocate your 4 additional skill points, make a note of the totals in the Survival Skills section of your <a idref="action">Action Chart</a>.</p>
       <p>(If this is your first <cite>Freeway Warrior</cite> adventure, your total number of skill points should be 19: five skills x 3 points each = 15, plus 4 additional skill points = 19 points.)</p>

-      <p>If you complete successfully the mission set in Book 3 of the Freeway Warrior series, you may add an additional 4 points to your Survival Skills in Book 4. These additional points, together with any equipment and provisions that you possess at the end of Book 3, may then be used in the next <cite>Freeway Warrior</cite> adventure, which is called: <bookref series="fw" book="04cc"><cite>California Countdown</cite></bookref>.</p>
+      <p>If you complete successfully the mission set in Book 3 of the <cite>Freeway Warrior</cite> series, you may add an additional 4 points to your Survival Skills in Book 4. These additional points, together with any equipment and provisions that you possess at the end of Book 3, may then be used in the next <cite>Freeway Warrior</cite> adventure, which is called: <bookref series="fw" book="04cc"><cite>California Countdown</cite></bookref>.</p>

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       <link class="next" idref="weapons" />
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       <link class="next" idref="weapons" />
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+     <footnotes>
+      <footnote id="equipmnt-1-foot" idref="equipmnt-1">
+       <p>If you have already completed any of the the previous <cite>Freeway Warrior</cite> adventures, it is unclear whether you may replenish your supplies before starting this adventure or whether you can only carry over the supplies you carried at the end of the previous adventure. It seems reasonable that you would be able to restock your supplies while in El Paso.</p>
+      </footnote>
+     </footnotes>
+

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-      <p>Apart from your clothing, a number of useful items form your basic equipment. This comprises a Backpack and a belt on which hang your Ammo Pouch, Medi-kit, Water Canteen, and Hunting Knife. In addition to these items, you possess a <a idref="map">Map of New Mexico/Arizona</a>, which you carry tucked inside your leather jacket.</p>
+      <p>Apart from your clothing, a number of useful items form your basic equipment. This comprises a Backpack and a belt on which hang your Ammo Pouch, Medi-kit, Water Canteen, and Hunting Knife. In addition to these items, you possess a <a idref="map">Map of New Mexico/Arizona</a>, which you carry tucked inside your leather jacket.<footref id="equipmnt-1" idref="equipmnt-1-foot"/></p>

 
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       <section class="frontmatter" id="backpack">
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@@ -361,7 +367,7 @@
          <li>Shotgun</li>
          <li>Rifle</li>
         </ul>
          <li>Shotgun</li>
          <li>Rifle</li>
         </ul>

-        <p>Unless you are carrying over weapons from a previous Freeway Warrior book, you begin your adventure armed with only one of these weapons. Make your choice and then record the weapon you have chosen, together with its calibre and rate of fire details, in the Missile Weapons section of your <a idref="action">Action Chart</a>.</p>
+        <p>Unless you are carrying over weapons from a previous <cite>Freeway Warrior</cite> book, you begin your adventure armed with only one of these weapons. Make your choice and then record the weapon you have chosen, together with its calibre and rate of fire details, in the Missile Weapons section of your <a idref="action">Action Chart</a>.</p>

         <p>In order to be able to use a missile weapon, you must have sufficient ammunition of the correct calibre. The following list shows the calibre of each weapon, the amount that is used every time the weapon is fired, and the number of rounds that you possess at the start of your adventure:</p>
 
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         <p>In order to be able to use a missile weapon, you must have sufficient ammunition of the correct calibre. The following list shows the calibre of each weapon, the amount that is used every time the weapon is fired, and the number of rounds that you possess at the start of your adventure:</p>
 
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-      <p>Your target falls to the ground, but you cannot be sure if he has been hit or if he is diving for cover. (Remember to deduct the relevant number of rounds from your Ammo Pouch.) You move away from the window in case he tries to return fire, and with nerves on edge, you wait a full minute before chancing another glance out of the window. The assassin is nowhere to be seen, and you fear that he may have gained access to the courthouse. With gun in hand, you peer into the passage outside, and then through the banisters at the entrance and lobby below: all are empty.</p>
+      <p>Your target falls to the ground, but you cannot be sure if he has been hit or if he is diving for cover. (Remember to deduct the relevant number of rounds from your <a idref="action">Ammo Pouch</a>.) You move away from the window in case he tries to return fire, and with nerves on edge, you wait a full minute before chancing another glance out of the window. The assassin is nowhere to be seen, and you fear that he may have gained access to the courthouse. With gun in hand, you peer into the passage outside, and then through the banisters at the entrance and lobby below: all are empty.</p>

       <p>You decide to make your escape from the courthouse while you can. The passage leads to a fire exit. Through a crack in the door, you see that the yard outside is empty, so you push open the locking bar and pass through. You have taken only a few steps from the door when the assassin rushes around the corner of the courthouse with his rifle in his hand.</p>
       <choice idref="sect181">If you possess sufficient ammunition for one round of fire, <link-text>turn to 181</link-text>.</choice>
       <choice idref="sect270">If you do not, <link-text>turn to 270</link-text>.</choice>
       <p>You decide to make your escape from the courthouse while you can. The passage leads to a fire exit. Through a crack in the door, you see that the yard outside is empty, so you push open the locking bar and pass through. You have taken only a few steps from the door when the assassin rushes around the corner of the courthouse with his rifle in his hand.</p>
       <choice idref="sect181">If you possess sufficient ammunition for one round of fire, <link-text>turn to 181</link-text>.</choice>
       <choice idref="sect270">If you do not, <link-text>turn to 270</link-text>.</choice>


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       <p>Collision with the barrier has damaged Mad Dog<ch.apos/>s car: a section of the front fender is buckled against the wheel, slowing it considerably. In your deadly duel, his supercharged car no longer has the advantage of speed. However, even though it is damaged, it still possesses enough power to enable him to catch you.</p>
 
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       <p>Collision with the barrier has damaged Mad Dog<ch.apos/>s car: a section of the front fender is buckled against the wheel, slowing it considerably. In your deadly duel, his supercharged car no longer has the advantage of speed. However, even though it is damaged, it still possesses enough power to enable him to catch you.</p>

-      <p>In the distance a bridge is fast approaching. It crosses a channelled drainageway, fed by the Pantona Wash. An Amcorp Landcruiser, one of the colony<ch.apos/>s vehicles, has broken down and been abandoned on its approach ramp. The bus blocks two lanes of the freeway, leaving just enough room for one vehicle to pass.</p>
+      <p>In the distance a bridge is fast approaching. It crosses a channelled drainageway, fed by the Pantano Wash. An Amcorp Landcruiser, one of the colony<ch.apos/>s vehicles, has broken down and been abandoned on its approach ramp. The bus blocks two lanes of the freeway, leaving just enough room for one vehicle to pass.</p>

       <p>The two of you speed towards this narrow gap, neck and neck, each determined to be the first to get across. Desperate to beat you, Mad Dog brings his speedster dangerously close. You are three seconds away from the gap when he rams your door.</p>
       <p>Add your Driving skill total to your current <typ class="attribute">ENDURANCE</typ> points score. Pick a number from the <a idref="random">Random Number Table</a> and add it to your total.</p>
       <choice idref="sect220">If your total score is 21 or less, <link-text>turn to 220</link-text>.</choice>
       <p>The two of you speed towards this narrow gap, neck and neck, each determined to be the first to get across. Desperate to beat you, Mad Dog brings his speedster dangerously close. You are three seconds away from the gap when he rams your door.</p>
       <p>Add your Driving skill total to your current <typ class="attribute">ENDURANCE</typ> points score. Pick a number from the <a idref="random">Random Number Table</a> and add it to your total.</p>
       <choice idref="sect220">If your total score is 21 or less, <link-text>turn to 220</link-text>.</choice>


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       <p>The west side of the rockfall is far less steep and you have no difficulty descending to the road. Repeatedly you glance over your shoulder as you escape along the broken highway, cursing your pursuer and the lack of cover. You attempt to maintain a fast pace but the heat, the dust, and the fear, which is gnawing at your insides, all conspire to sap your strength. Four hundred yards from the mound, the best you can achieve is a lumbering shuffle.</p>
       <p>You are turning to glance over your shoulder once more when a shot rings out and an agonizing pain pierces your left temple. The pain fills your head and courses down your spine, bringing you crashing to the ground. Then it disappears, to be replaced by a numbness that clouds your vision and drains the last of your strength from your unfeeling limbs. An overwhelming desire to sleep assails your senses, and, although you fight to stay awake, it is a fight you have no hope of winning.</p>
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       <p>The west side of the rockfall is far less steep and you have no difficulty descending to the road. Repeatedly you glance over your shoulder as you escape along the broken highway, cursing your pursuer and the lack of cover. You attempt to maintain a fast pace but the heat, the dust, and the fear, which is gnawing at your insides, all conspire to sap your strength. Four hundred yards from the mound, the best you can achieve is a lumbering shuffle.</p>
       <p>You are turning to glance over your shoulder once more when a shot rings out and an agonizing pain pierces your left temple. The pain fills your head and courses down your spine, bringing you crashing to the ground. Then it disappears, to be replaced by a numbness that clouds your vision and drains the last of your strength from your unfeeling limbs. An overwhelming desire to sleep assails your senses, and, although you fight to stay awake, it is a fight you have no hope of winning.</p>

-      <p>Tragically, your life and your mission end here in Arizona.</p>
+      <deadend>Tragically, your life and your mission end here in Arizona.</deadend>

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@@ -681,7 +687,7 @@
      <meta><title>19</title></meta>
 
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      <meta><title>19</title></meta>
 
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-      <p>Your gunfire blows open the front tyre and sends the motorcycle skidding away to your left, missing the pump by inches. (Remember to deduct the relevant number of rounds from your Ammo Pouch.) With a screech of buckled metal it crashes down on its side, rolls over and over, and then slams into the gas station wall. Cautiously you approach the tangled, smoking wreckage with your gun poised. You are still very wary of this maniacal rider even though the chances of his surviving such a terrible crash must be slim indeed.</p>
+      <p>Your gunfire blows open the front tyre and sends the motorcycle skidding away to your left, missing the pump by inches. (Remember to deduct the relevant number of rounds from your <a idref="action">Ammo Pouch</a>.) With a screech of buckled metal it crashes down on its side, rolls over and over, and then slams into the gas station wall. Cautiously you approach the tangled, smoking wreckage with your gun poised. You are still very wary of this maniacal rider even though the chances of his surviving such a terrible crash must be slim indeed.</p>

       <p>As you expected, the rider is dead. A close examination of his broken body reveals that he was already dead before his machine hit the ground. He was killed by a ricocheting bullet as he sped over the bridge, and his body, slumped over the handlebars, kept the machine balanced in an upright and fixed line.</p>
       <p>Thinking of how close you came to death makes you break out in a cold sweat. Uneasily you wipe your forehead with the back of your trembling hand as you turn and walk away from the dead clansman and his shattered bike.</p>
       <choice idref="sect209"><link-text>Turn to 209</link-text>.</choice>
       <p>As you expected, the rider is dead. A close examination of his broken body reveals that he was already dead before his machine hit the ground. He was killed by a ricocheting bullet as he sped over the bridge, and his body, slumped over the handlebars, kept the machine balanced in an upright and fixed line.</p>
       <p>Thinking of how close you came to death makes you break out in a cold sweat. Uneasily you wipe your forehead with the back of your trembling hand as you turn and walk away from the dead clansman and his shattered bike.</p>
       <choice idref="sect209"><link-text>Turn to 209</link-text>.</choice>


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       <p>A fraction of a second before you fire your weapon, a spurt of yellow flame leaps from the muzzle of the clan commander<ch.apos/>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.</p>
 
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       <p>A fraction of a second before you fire your weapon, a spurt of yellow flame leaps from the muzzle of the clan commander<ch.apos/>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.</p>

-      <p>Tragically, your life and your mission end here in Columbus.</p>
+      <deadend>Tragically, your life and your mission end here in Columbus.</deadend>

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@@ -712,7 +718,7 @@
 
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       <p>With the clansman<ch.apos/>s position fixed in your mind, you spring up from behind the tailgate and raise your gun to fire. The truck is bumping along the highway, making it impossible to take accurate aim, but for an instant he fills your sights and immediately you pull the trigger.</p>
 
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       <p>With the clansman<ch.apos/>s position fixed in your mind, you spring up from behind the tailgate and raise your gun to fire. The truck is bumping along the highway, making it impossible to take accurate aim, but for an instant he fills your sights and immediately you pull the trigger.</p>

-      <p>Your shooting proves deadly accurate: the bullet hits him in the forehead, killing him before he can transmit his radio message. (Remember to deduct the relevant number of rounds from your Ammo Pouch.) Haskell looks at you and grins. He is clearly impressed by your marksmanship. He is about to congratulate you when the truck decelerates. When it stops, Captain Frankland leaves the cab and comes around to the back to check that you are both all right.</p>
+      <p>Your shooting proves deadly accurate: the bullet hits him in the forehead, killing him before he can transmit his radio message. (Remember to deduct the relevant number of rounds from your <a idref="action">Ammo Pouch</a>.) Haskell looks at you and grins. He is clearly impressed by your marksmanship. He is about to congratulate you when the truck decelerates. When it stops, Captain Frankland leaves the cab and comes around to the back to check that you are both all right.</p>

       <p><quote>We<ch.apos/>re fine,</quote> you reply. <quote>Bruised, but otherwise just fine.</quote></p>
       <p>You help the captain climb over the tailgate. Then, as soon as he is aboard, Knott restarts the engine and you continue on your journey west along Highway 9.</p>
       <choice idref="sect326"><link-text>Turn to 326</link-text>.</choice>
       <p><quote>We<ch.apos/>re fine,</quote> you reply. <quote>Bruised, but otherwise just fine.</quote></p>
       <p>You help the captain climb over the tailgate. Then, as soon as he is aboard, Knott restarts the engine and you continue on your journey west along Highway 9.</p>
       <choice idref="sect326"><link-text>Turn to 326</link-text>.</choice>


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       <p>You fire, but your aim is too high and your shot passes harmlessly over the head of the leading biker. His passenger replies by levelling his pistol, resting it on his shoulder, and squeezing off three rounds in rapid succession. The first slug clips your right shoulder and sends you reeling backwards<ch.emdash/>lose 3 <typ class="attribute">ENDURANCE</typ> points.</p>
 
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       <p>You fire, but your aim is too high and your shot passes harmlessly over the head of the leading biker. His passenger replies by levelling his pistol, resting it on his shoulder, and squeezing off three rounds in rapid succession. The first slug clips your right shoulder and sends you reeling backwards<ch.emdash/>lose 3 <typ class="attribute">ENDURANCE</typ> points.</p>

-      <p>Immediately, the captain and Sergeant Haskell rush to your aid. Captain Frankland attends to your wound, (erase one Medi-kit unit from your Backpack), while the sergeant picks up your gun and returns fire at the pursuing bikers (erase from your Ammo Pouch the quantity of ammunition that is equal to one round of fire). Above the roar of the engines you hear the leading rider scream out in pain: Haskell has wounded him in the hand, severing a finger. He loses control, swerves violently to the left, somersaults, and then his machine bursts into flame.</p>
+      <p>Immediately, the captain and Sergeant Haskell rush to your aid. Captain Frankland attends to your wound, (erase one Medi-kit unit from your Backpack), while the sergeant picks up your gun and returns fire at the pursuing bikers (erase from your <a idref="action">Ammo Pouch</a> the quantity of ammunition that is equal to one round of fire). Above the roar of the engines you hear the leading rider scream out in pain: Haskell has wounded him in the hand, severing a finger. He loses control, swerves violently to the left, somersaults, and then his machine bursts into flame.</p>

       <p>The incident scares the other riders sufficiently for them to pull back to a safe distance. They continue to tail the truck, but at least they are now out of range.</p>
       <choice idref="sect149"><link-text>Turn to 149</link-text>.</choice>
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       <p>The incident scares the other riders sufficiently for them to pull back to a safe distance. They continue to tail the truck, but at least they are now out of range.</p>
       <choice idref="sect149"><link-text>Turn to 149</link-text>.</choice>
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@@ -876,7 +882,7 @@
      <data>
       <p>Nervously you wipe your palms then pump a shell into the breech of your Remington Brushmaster. A quick glance confirms that the safety catch is off. Then you tense yourself in preparation for this dangerous run.</p>
       <p>Slowly you count down from five and, the moment your count is complete, you leap to your feet and race up the steps. As you clear the crater you mark your destination and sprint towards it, whilst simultaneously covering yourself by firing your shotgun at the sniper<ch.apos/>s position.</p>
      <data>
       <p>Nervously you wipe your palms then pump a shell into the breech of your Remington Brushmaster. A quick glance confirms that the safety catch is off. Then you tense yourself in preparation for this dangerous run.</p>
       <p>Slowly you count down from five and, the moment your count is complete, you leap to your feet and race up the steps. As you clear the crater you mark your destination and sprint towards it, whilst simultaneously covering yourself by firing your shotgun at the sniper<ch.apos/>s position.</p>

-      <p>Add together your Stealth Skill total and your current <typ class="attribute">ENDURANCE</typ> points score. To this total add 1 point for every round you choose to fire from your shotgun (minimum: one round; maximum: five rounds. Remember to deduct this number of rounds from your Ammo Pouch).</p>
+      <p>Add together your Stealth Skill total and your current <typ class="attribute">ENDURANCE</typ> points score. To this total add 1 point for every round you choose to fire from your shotgun (minimum: one round; maximum: five rounds. Remember to deduct this number of rounds from your <a idref="action">Ammo Pouch</a>).</p>

       <choice idref="sect249">If your total score is now 11 or less, <link-text>turn to 249</link-text>.</choice>
       <choice idref="sect210">If your total score is 12 or more, <link-text>turn to 210</link-text>.</choice>
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       <choice idref="sect249">If your total score is now 11 or less, <link-text>turn to 249</link-text>.</choice>
       <choice idref="sect210">If your total score is 12 or more, <link-text>turn to 210</link-text>.</choice>
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@@ -932,7 +938,7 @@
 
      <data>
       <p>You fight to control the skid, but before you can bring the roadster back onto a straight course, Mad Dog fires another burst, and the heavy-calibre bullets tear into your rear tyres, ripping them to shreds. Your roadster slews across the freeway and smashes into the central crash barrier, transforming it into a blazing fireball. With a scream of triumph, Mad Dog Michigan passes your burning car, happy in the knowledge that at last he has wrought his revenge.</p>
 
      <data>
       <p>You fight to control the skid, but before you can bring the roadster back onto a straight course, Mad Dog fires another burst, and the heavy-calibre bullets tear into your rear tyres, ripping them to shreds. Your roadster slews across the freeway and smashes into the central crash barrier, transforming it into a blazing fireball. With a scream of triumph, Mad Dog Michigan passes your burning car, happy in the knowledge that at last he has wrought his revenge.</p>

-      <p>Tragically, your life and your mission end here, less than thirty miles from Tucson.</p>
+      <deadend>Tragically, your life and your mission end here, less than thirty miles from Tucson.</deadend>

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@@ -986,7 +992,7 @@
 
      <data>
       <p>You make the leap, but your legs are tired and you are too fatigued to reach the opposite ledge. With a numbing crunch, you slam face-first into the wall of the neighbouring building and fall three storeys to your death in the alley below.</p>
 
      <data>
       <p>You make the leap, but your legs are tired and you are too fatigued to reach the opposite ledge. With a numbing crunch, you slam face-first into the wall of the neighbouring building and fall three storeys to your death in the alley below.</p>

-      <p>Your life and your mission end here in Lordsburg.</p>
+      <deadend>Your life and your mission end here in Lordsburg.</deadend>

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@@ -1063,7 +1069,7 @@
 
      <data>
       <p>You spin the steering wheel to the right, hoping to avoid the barrier, which is racing towards you at a terrific speed, but Mad Dog anticipates your move and rams you again, sending you to certain doom. 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, happy in the knowledge that at last he has wrought his revenge.</p>
 
      <data>
       <p>You spin the steering wheel to the right, hoping to avoid the barrier, which is racing towards you at a terrific speed, but Mad Dog anticipates your move and rams you again, sending you to certain doom. 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, happy in the knowledge that at last he has wrought his revenge.</p>

-      <p>Tragically, your life and your mission end here, less than thirty miles from Tucson.</p>
+      <deadend>Tragically, your life and your mission end here, less than thirty miles from Tucson.</deadend>

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@@ -1071,7 +1077,7 @@
      <meta><title>53</title></meta>
 
      <data>
      <meta><title>53</title></meta>
 
      <data>

-      <p>You ready yourself and rise to one knee, your gun coming up at the same time in one smooth, fluid motion. A clansman fills your sights and you snatch the trigger; the gun recoils and you see him buckle and fall. (Remember to deduct the relevant number of rounds from your Ammo Pouch.) Then you scan for another target and find one, but before you can shoot, he falls to a burst of fire from Sergeant Haskell<ch.apos/>s machine pistol. Inspired by your action, the others join in the firefight and quickly dispatch the remaining clansmen. Then you hear the captain barking the order, <quote>Follow me!</quote> and see Knott and Haskell leaving the wall to run after him. He is heading towards a fire escape ladder on the far side of the roof. You pause just long enough to retrieve your Backpack and belt, and then you hurry after them before they disappear.</p>
+      <p>You ready yourself and rise to one knee, your gun coming up at the same time in one smooth, fluid motion. A clansman fills your sights and you snatch the trigger; the gun recoils and you see him buckle and fall. (Remember to deduct the relevant number of rounds from your <a idref="action">Ammo Pouch</a>.) Then you scan for another target and find one, but before you can shoot, he falls to a burst of fire from Sergeant Haskell<ch.apos/>s machine pistol. Inspired by your action, the others join in the firefight and quickly dispatch the remaining clansmen. Then you hear the captain barking the order, <quote>Follow me!</quote> and see Knott and Haskell leaving the wall to run after him. He is heading towards a fire escape ladder on the far side of the roof. You pause just long enough to retrieve your Backpack and belt, and then you hurry after them before they disappear.</p>

       <choice idref="sect151"><link-text>Turn to 151</link-text>.</choice>
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       <choice idref="sect151"><link-text>Turn to 151</link-text>.</choice>
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@@ -1130,7 +1136,7 @@
 
      <data>
       <p>Something hits you at the base of the neck, flinging you to the ground with the sheer force of its impact. A sudden, short-lived pain in your chest and a reddening of your vision is all that you sense of the assassin<ch.apos/>s full metal-jacketed round, which has severed your spinal column and passed clean through your breastbone.</p>
 
      <data>
       <p>Something hits you at the base of the neck, flinging you to the ground with the sheer force of its impact. A sudden, short-lived pain in your chest and a reddening of your vision is all that you sense of the assassin<ch.apos/>s full metal-jacketed round, which has severed your spinal column and passed clean through your breastbone.</p>

-      <p>Your life and your mission end here in Arizona.</p>
+      <deadend>Your life and your mission end here in Arizona.</deadend>

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@@ -1321,7 +1327,7 @@
      <data>
       <p>You are within a few feet of firm ground when the bark of the tree you are grasping tears loose in your hands. Desperately you throw out your arms in an attempt to find new purchase, but you are already falling and your flailing hands claw only air.</p>
       <p>For a few seconds your senses are scrambled as you somersault backwards through the empty sky. Then you hit an outcrop of rock and instantly all feeling deserts your body, saving you from experiencing the pain of your shattered bones when finally you crash to the valley floor below.</p>
      <data>
       <p>You are within a few feet of firm ground when the bark of the tree you are grasping tears loose in your hands. Desperately you throw out your arms in an attempt to find new purchase, but you are already falling and your flailing hands claw only air.</p>
       <p>For a few seconds your senses are scrambled as you somersault backwards through the empty sky. Then you hit an outcrop of rock and instantly all feeling deserts your body, saving you from experiencing the pain of your shattered bones when finally you crash to the valley floor below.</p>

-      <p>Tragically, your life and your mission end here in the Pedregosa Mountains.</p>
+      <deadend>Tragically, your life and your mission end here in the Pedregosa Mountains.</deadend>

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@@ -1396,8 +1402,8 @@
       <p>You sleep deeply but not for very long: the truck comes to a stop barely an hour after you closed your eyes, and you are woken by the sudden lack of movement. <quote>Where are we?</quote> you ask, shielding your bleary eyes from the glare of the early morning sunlight.</p>
       <p><quote>Bout a mile from the border,</quote> says the captain, as he pulls open the tailgate latch and lets the heavy section swing down noisily. <quote>There<ch.apos/>s trouble up ahead. You two had better take a look for y<ch.apos/>selves.</quote></p>
       <p>You and Sergeant Haskell stretch your aching limbs, and then ease yourselves down from the truck to take a look at your surroundings. You have stopped on a boulder-strewn highway that descends towards a town occupying a narrow mountain pass. North, beyond the sun-bleached buildings, the peaks of the Florida Mountains dominate the skyline. To the west of the town, another highway branches away at a junction that is marked with a battered road sign.</p>
       <p>You sleep deeply but not for very long: the truck comes to a stop barely an hour after you closed your eyes, and you are woken by the sudden lack of movement. <quote>Where are we?</quote> you ask, shielding your bleary eyes from the glare of the early morning sunlight.</p>
       <p><quote>Bout a mile from the border,</quote> says the captain, as he pulls open the tailgate latch and lets the heavy section swing down noisily. <quote>There<ch.apos/>s trouble up ahead. You two had better take a look for y<ch.apos/>selves.</quote></p>
       <p>You and Sergeant Haskell stretch your aching limbs, and then ease yourselves down from the truck to take a look at your surroundings. You have stopped on a boulder-strewn highway that descends towards a town occupying a narrow mountain pass. North, beyond the sun-bleached buildings, the peaks of the Florida Mountains dominate the skyline. To the west of the town, another highway branches away at a junction that is marked with a battered road sign.</p>

-      <choice idref="sect126">If you possess a pair of <typ class="item">Binoculars</typ>, <link-text>turn to 126</link-text>.</choice>
-      <choice idref="sect232">If you do not possess this Backpack Item, <link-text>turn to 232</link-text>.</choice>
+      <choice idref="sect126">If you possess a pair of <typ class="item">Binoculars</typ> or a <typ class="item">Telescope</typ>, <link-text>turn to 126</link-text>.</choice>
+      <choice idref="sect232">If you possess neither of these Backpack Items, <link-text>turn to 232</link-text>.</choice>

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@@ -1606,7 +1612,7 @@
      <meta><title>97</title></meta>
 
      <data>
      <meta><title>97</title></meta>
 
      <data>

-      <p>You fire and hit the Angelino clansman in the side as he roars past your hiding place, sending him tumbling from his machine to hit the ground in a cloud of dust. (Remember to deduct the relevant number of rounds from your Ammo Pouch.) It is not until the dust settles and your heartbeat begins to slow that you realize that you have been wounded.</p>
+      <p>You fire and hit the Angelino clansman in the side as he roars past your hiding place, sending him tumbling from his machine to hit the ground in a cloud of dust. (Remember to deduct the relevant number of rounds from your <a idref="action">Ammo Pouch</a>.) It is not until the dust settles and your heartbeat begins to slow that you realize that you have been wounded.</p>

       <p>A neat hole in your jacket sleeve marks the entry point of a machine pistol bullet. Fortunately, it is a clean wound and there is very little bleeding, the slug having passed through the muscle of your inner forearm, missing the bone by a hair<ch.apos/>s breadth: lose 3 <typ class="attribute">ENDURANCE</typ> points.</p>
       <p>Soon the feeling returns and your arm begins to ache viciously. Marine Knott helps you to clean and bandage the wound while the others search the clansmen<ch.apos/>s bodies.</p>
       <choice idref="sect209"><link-text>Turn to 209</link-text>.</choice>
       <p>A neat hole in your jacket sleeve marks the entry point of a machine pistol bullet. Fortunately, it is a clean wound and there is very little bleeding, the slug having passed through the muscle of your inner forearm, missing the bone by a hair<ch.apos/>s breadth: lose 3 <typ class="attribute">ENDURANCE</typ> points.</p>
       <p>Soon the feeling returns and your arm begins to ache viciously. Marine Knott helps you to clean and bandage the wound while the others search the clansmen<ch.apos/>s bodies.</p>
       <choice idref="sect209"><link-text>Turn to 209</link-text>.</choice>


@@ -1629,7 +1635,7 @@
      <meta><title>99</title></meta>
 
      <data>
      <meta><title>99</title></meta>
 
      <data>

-      <p>The commander dives aside fast enough to avoid being hit, but one of his men is not so lucky. As he runs around the corner, he catches your gunfire full in the chest and is thrown backwards to the ground. (Remember to deduct the relevant number of rounds from your Ammo Pouch.)</p>
+      <p>The commander dives aside fast enough to avoid being hit, but one of his men is not so lucky. As he runs around the corner, he catches your gunfire full in the chest and is thrown backwards to the ground. (Remember to deduct the relevant number of rounds from your <a idref="action">Ammo Pouch</a>.)</p>

       <p>Angered by your attempt to kill him, the hard-faced clan commander unslings his rifle and throws himself down behind the man you have just shot, using his body as a shield.</p>
       <choice idref="sect78">If you wish to fire at the commander before he can fire at you, <link-text>turn to 78</link-text>.</choice>
 
       <p>Angered by your attempt to kill him, the hard-faced clan commander unslings his rifle and throws himself down behind the man you have just shot, using his body as a shield.</p>
       <choice idref="sect78">If you wish to fire at the commander before he can fire at you, <link-text>turn to 78</link-text>.</choice>
 


@@ -1794,7 +1800,7 @@
      <meta><title>112</title></meta>
 
      <data>
      <meta><title>112</title></meta>
 
      <data>

-      <p>You fire, and above the roar of the engines you hear the leading rider scream out in pain. (Remember to deduct the relevant number of rounds from your Ammo Pouch.) Your gunfire has wounded him in the hand, severing two fingers. He loses control of his machine, which swerves violently to the left, somersaults, and then bursts into flame.</p>
+      <p>You fire, and above the roar of the engines you hear the leading rider scream out in pain. (Remember to deduct the relevant number of rounds from your <a idref="action">Ammo Pouch</a>.) Your gunfire has wounded him in the hand, severing two fingers. He loses control of his machine, which swerves violently to the left, somersaults, and then bursts into flame.</p>

       <p>The incident scares the other riders sufficiently for them to pull back to a safe distance. They continue to tail the truck, but at least they are now out of range.</p>
       <choice idref="sect149"><link-text>Turn to 149</link-text>.</choice>
      </data>
       <p>The incident scares the other riders sufficiently for them to pull back to a safe distance. They continue to tail the truck, but at least they are now out of range.</p>
       <choice idref="sect149"><link-text>Turn to 149</link-text>.</choice>
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@@ -1805,7 +1811,7 @@
 
      <data>
       <p>The muzzle of the gun belches flame, and in the close confines of the corridor the noise of its discharge is deafening. Something stabs you in the chest, and an instant later you are lying on your back, staring at one of the dim electric bulbs in the ceiling. You sense Knott moving past you, but you can no longer hear clearly, or feel anything save the numbness that has engulfed your body.</p>
 
      <data>
       <p>The muzzle of the gun belches flame, and in the close confines of the corridor the noise of its discharge is deafening. Something stabs you in the chest, and an instant later you are lying on your back, staring at one of the dim electric bulbs in the ceiling. You sense Knott moving past you, but you can no longer hear clearly, or feel anything save the numbness that has engulfed your body.</p>

-      <p>Powerless to resist, you slip gently into a sleep from which you will never awaken. Sadly, your life and your mission end here.</p>
+      <deadend>Powerless to resist, you slip gently into a sleep from which you will never awaken. Sadly, your life and your mission end here.</deadend>

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      </data>
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@@ -1825,7 +1831,7 @@
 
      <data>
       <p>Suddenly a terrible pain explodes in the nape of your neck and you are thrown forward by the impact of something heavy hitting you between the shoulders. You crash to the ground face-first but feel very little as the pain quickly gives way to a chilling numbness. You have been hit in the back by the clansman<ch.apos/>s crowbar, which has severed your spinal cord.</p>
 
      <data>
       <p>Suddenly a terrible pain explodes in the nape of your neck and you are thrown forward by the impact of something heavy hitting you between the shoulders. You crash to the ground face-first but feel very little as the pain quickly gives way to a chilling numbness. You have been hit in the back by the clansman<ch.apos/>s crowbar, which has severed your spinal cord.</p>

-      <p>You are helpless, unable to move or defend yourself as the clansman enacts a swift but brutal revenge for the death of his dogs. Tragically, your life and your mission end here in El Paso.</p>
+      <deadend>You are helpless, unable to move or defend yourself as the clansman enacts a swift but brutal revenge for the death of his dogs. Tragically, your life and your mission end here in El Paso.</deadend>

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@@ -1950,7 +1956,7 @@
      <data>
       <p>Nervously you wipe your sweaty palms on the front of your T-shirt before checking to see that there is a live round in the breech of your rifle. Then, once you are sure that your equipment is secure, you tense yourself to begin this dangerous run.</p>
       <p>Slowly you count down from five and, the moment your count is complete, you leap to your feet and race up the steps. As you clear the crater, you mark your destination and sprint towards it, whilst simultaneously covering yourself by firing your rifle at the sniper<ch.apos/>s position.</p>
      <data>
       <p>Nervously you wipe your sweaty palms on the front of your T-shirt before checking to see that there is a live round in the breech of your rifle. Then, once you are sure that your equipment is secure, you tense yourself to begin this dangerous run.</p>
       <p>Slowly you count down from five and, the moment your count is complete, you leap to your feet and race up the steps. As you clear the crater, you mark your destination and sprint towards it, whilst simultaneously covering yourself by firing your rifle at the sniper<ch.apos/>s position.</p>

-      <p>Add together your Stealth skill total and your current <typ class="attribute">ENDURANCE</typ> points score. To this total add 1 point for every round you choose to fire from your gun (minimum: one round; maximum: three rounds. Remember to deduct this number of rounds from your Ammo Pouch).</p>
+      <p>Add together your Stealth skill total and your current <typ class="attribute">ENDURANCE</typ> points score. To this total add 1 point for every round you choose to fire from your gun (minimum: one round; maximum: three rounds. Remember to deduct this number of rounds from your <a idref="action">Ammo Pouch</a>).</p>

       <choice idref="sect249">If your total score is now 13 or less, <link-text>turn to 249</link-text>.</choice>
       <choice idref="sect210">If your total score is 14 or more, <link-text>turn to 210</link-text>.</choice>
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       <choice idref="sect249">If your total score is now 13 or less, <link-text>turn to 249</link-text>.</choice>
       <choice idref="sect210">If your total score is 14 or more, <link-text>turn to 210</link-text>.</choice>
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@@ -1960,7 +1966,7 @@
      <meta><title>126</title></meta>
 
      <data>
      <meta><title>126</title></meta>
 
      <data>

-      <p>You retrieve your Backpack from the truck and rummage through the contents for your binoculars. It takes you a few moments to focus your lenses on the sign, but when you do, you see that it says: Mimbres<ch.emdash/>9 Miles.</p>
+      <p>You retrieve your Backpack from the truck and rummage through the contents for your magnifying device. It takes you a few moments to focus on the sign, but when you do, you see that it says: Mimbres<ch.emdash/>9 Miles.</p>

       <p>You inform the captain then bring your glasses to bear on the town. At once you see why he has halted the truck.</p>
       <choice idref="sect232"><link-text>Turn to 232</link-text>.</choice>
      </data>
       <p>You inform the captain then bring your glasses to bear on the town. At once you see why he has halted the truck.</p>
       <choice idref="sect232"><link-text>Turn to 232</link-text>.</choice>
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@@ -2131,7 +2137,7 @@
 
      <data>
       <p>An agonizing pain erupts in the middle of your forehead. You have been hit by your enemy<ch.apos/>s bullet and the impact lifts you off your feet and sends you sprawling against the courthouse wall. The pain disappears to be replaced by a numbness that darkens your vision and bleeds the last ounce of strength from your unfeeling limbs. An overwhelming urge to sleep assails your senses, and, although you fight to stay awake, it is a fight you have no hope of winning.</p>
 
      <data>
       <p>An agonizing pain erupts in the middle of your forehead. You have been hit by your enemy<ch.apos/>s bullet and the impact lifts you off your feet and sends you sprawling against the courthouse wall. The pain disappears to be replaced by a numbness that darkens your vision and bleeds the last ounce of strength from your unfeeling limbs. An overwhelming urge to sleep assails your senses, and, although you fight to stay awake, it is a fight you have no hope of winning.</p>

-      <p>Tragically, your life and your mission end here at Tombstone, Arizona.</p>
+      <deadend>Tragically, your life and your mission end here at Tombstone, Arizona.</deadend>

 
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@@ -2177,7 +2183,7 @@
       <p>Your weapon arcs towards the clansman, but your aim is poor and it misses him by an arm<ch.apos/>s length. Alerted by the sound of it hitting the steps, he immediately screams a warning to the guards on the bridge.</p>
       <p><quote>What the<ch.ellips/>?</quote> hisses the captain, his eyes wild with anger and fear as he turns to face the shouting Mexican. Then, in the next instant, all hell breaks loose.</p>
       <p>The clansmen who are guarding the toll bridge rush to their searchlights and train them on the walkway entrance. Within seconds the whole area is bathed in white light, revealing the team and the bodies of the two dead clan sentries. Swiftly the area is surrounded by the enemy, who open fire mercilessly. Unable to find cover or escape from this deadly ambush, all four of you fall victim to the clansmen<ch.apos/>s guns.</p>
       <p>Your weapon arcs towards the clansman, but your aim is poor and it misses him by an arm<ch.apos/>s length. Alerted by the sound of it hitting the steps, he immediately screams a warning to the guards on the bridge.</p>
       <p><quote>What the<ch.ellips/>?</quote> hisses the captain, his eyes wild with anger and fear as he turns to face the shouting Mexican. Then, in the next instant, all hell breaks loose.</p>
       <p>The clansmen who are guarding the toll bridge rush to their searchlights and train them on the walkway entrance. Within seconds the whole area is bathed in white light, revealing the team and the bodies of the two dead clan sentries. Swiftly the area is surrounded by the enemy, who open fire mercilessly. Unable to find cover or escape from this deadly ambush, all four of you fall victim to the clansmen<ch.apos/>s guns.</p>

-      <p>Tragically, your life and your mission end here on the banks of the Rio Grande.</p>
+      <deadend>Tragically, your life and your mission end here on the banks of the Rio Grande.</deadend>

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@@ -2198,7 +2204,7 @@
 
      <data>
       <p>The clan commander<ch.apos/>s bullets hit you in the side, sending you rolling backwards to crash against the cab. You feel no pain, for two of the seven rounds that hit you pierced your heart. Death is instantaneous.</p>
 
      <data>
       <p>The clan commander<ch.apos/>s bullets hit you in the side, sending you rolling backwards to crash against the cab. You feel no pain, for two of the seven rounds that hit you pierced your heart. Death is instantaneous.</p>

-      <p>Tragically, your life and your mission end here in Columbus.</p>
+      <deadend>Tragically, your life and your mission end here in Columbus.</deadend>

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@@ -2219,7 +2225,7 @@
      <data>
       <p>You pull back the slide of your Beretta just far enough to check that there is a bullet in the breech; then you tense yourself in preparation for this dangerous run.</p>
       <p>Slowly you count down from five and, the moment your count is complete, you leap to your feet and race up the steps. As you clear the crater, you mark your destination and sprint towards it, whilst simultaneously covering yourself by firing your pistol at the sniper<ch.apos/>s position.</p>
      <data>
       <p>You pull back the slide of your Beretta just far enough to check that there is a bullet in the breech; then you tense yourself in preparation for this dangerous run.</p>
       <p>Slowly you count down from five and, the moment your count is complete, you leap to your feet and race up the steps. As you clear the crater, you mark your destination and sprint towards it, whilst simultaneously covering yourself by firing your pistol at the sniper<ch.apos/>s position.</p>

-      <p>Add together your Stealth skill total and your current <typ class="attribute">ENDURANCE</typ> points score. To this total add 1 point for every round you choose to fire from your pistol (minimum: one round; maximum: eight rounds. Remember to deduct this number of rounds from your Ammo Pouch).</p>
+      <p>Add together your Stealth skill total and your current <typ class="attribute">ENDURANCE</typ> points score. To this total add 1 point for every round you choose to fire from your pistol (minimum: one round; maximum: eight rounds. Remember to deduct this number of rounds from your <a idref="action">Ammo Pouch</a>).</p>

       <choice idref="sect249">If your total score is now 13 or less, <link-text>turn to 249</link-text>.</choice>
       <choice idref="sect210">If your total score is 14 or more, <link-text>turn to 210</link-text>.</choice>
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       <choice idref="sect249">If your total score is now 13 or less, <link-text>turn to 249</link-text>.</choice>
       <choice idref="sect210">If your total score is 14 or more, <link-text>turn to 210</link-text>.</choice>
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      <data>
      <meta><title>150</title></meta>
 
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-      <p>For a few seconds you stand entranced, not knowing for sure whether you are dead or alive. (Remember to deduct the relevant number of rounds from your Ammo Pouch.) Then, as the warm breeze clears the lingering gun smoke, you see the body of the assassin lying motionless beside the courthouse wall. You are filled with a great sense of relief, as if a huge weight has been lifted from your shoulders. Then the shock of your encounter takes hold of your body and you begin to shiver uncontrollably. You must now take a Drink or lose 3 <typ class="attribute">ENDURANCE</typ> points.</p>
+      <p>For a few seconds you stand entranced, not knowing for sure whether you are dead or alive. (Remember to deduct the relevant number of rounds from your <a idref="action">Ammo Pouch</a>.) Then, as the warm breeze clears the lingering gun smoke, you see the body of the assassin lying motionless beside the courthouse wall. You are filled with a great sense of relief, as if a huge weight has been lifted from your shoulders. Then the shock of your encounter takes hold of your body and you begin to shiver uncontrollably. You must now take a Drink or lose 3 <typ class="attribute">ENDURANCE</typ> points.</p>

       <p>With grim curiosity you move forward to search the body. You pull off his helmet and stare at the face of this killer. At once you recognize the cruel, angular features: he is Helmut Varken, a top HAVOC assassin who achieved infamy on 1 May, 2008 when he assassinated both the President of the United States, and the General Secretary of the Supreme Soviet at an emergency summit meeting in Rome. HAVOC was proud of his ignoble feat, and when by chance they leaked his identity, his photograph appeared on every television screen and on the front page of every newspaper around the world. You were only seven years old at the time, but the image of his face became synonymous with the evil that HAVOC represented, and it etched itself indelibly upon your mind.</p>
       <p>As your pulse returns to normal, you begin to search his bloodstained body. You are disappointed to find that his air-con suit has been irreparably damaged, but you discover more than enough useful items to compensate for the loss:</p>
       <ul>
       <p>With grim curiosity you move forward to search the body. You pull off his helmet and stare at the face of this killer. At once you recognize the cruel, angular features: he is Helmut Varken, a top HAVOC assassin who achieved infamy on 1 May, 2008 when he assassinated both the President of the United States, and the General Secretary of the Supreme Soviet at an emergency summit meeting in Rome. HAVOC was proud of his ignoble feat, and when by chance they leaked his identity, his photograph appeared on every television screen and on the front page of every newspaper around the world. You were only seven years old at the time, but the image of his face became synonymous with the evil that HAVOC represented, and it etched itself indelibly upon your mind.</p>
       <p>As your pulse returns to normal, you begin to search his bloodstained body. You are disappointed to find that his air-con suit has been irreparably damaged, but you discover more than enough useful items to compensate for the loss:</p>
       <ul>


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      <meta><title>155</title></meta>
 
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-      <p>You fire, hitting the Angelino clansman in the side as he roars past your hiding place, and sending him tumbling from his machine to hit the ground in a cloud of dust. (Remember to deduct the relevant number of rounds from your Ammo Pouch.) It is not until the dust settles and your pulse slows that you realize just how close you came to being killed.</p>
+      <p>You fire, hitting the Angelino clansman in the side as he roars past your hiding place, and sending him tumbling from his machine to hit the ground in a cloud of dust. (Remember to deduct the relevant number of rounds from your <a idref="action">Ammo Pouch</a>.) It is not until the dust settles and your pulse slows that you realize just how close you came to being killed.</p>

       <p>Seven neat indentations run in a line across the trash can, marking the place where the biker<ch.apos/>s machine pistol bullets ricocheted off the thick steel plate. They are barely an inch below the top of the rim. Had he aimed a fraction higher, the bullets would have hit you for sure.</p>
       <p>Thinking of how close you came to death makes you break out in a cold sweat. Uneasily you wipe your forehead with the back of your trembling hand as you climb out of the trash can and walk away from the bridge.</p>
       <choice idref="sect209"><link-text>Turn to 209</link-text>.</choice>
       <p>Seven neat indentations run in a line across the trash can, marking the place where the biker<ch.apos/>s machine pistol bullets ricocheted off the thick steel plate. They are barely an inch below the top of the rim. Had he aimed a fraction higher, the bullets would have hit you for sure.</p>
       <p>Thinking of how close you came to death makes you break out in a cold sweat. Uneasily you wipe your forehead with the back of your trembling hand as you climb out of the trash can and walk away from the bridge.</p>
       <choice idref="sect209"><link-text>Turn to 209</link-text>.</choice>


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      <data>
       <p>The highway weaves its way towards a high pass, beyond which there is a hairpin bend. Fatigue is making it increasingly difficult for you to concentrate, and you take the sharp bend too fast, causing the jeep<ch.apos/>s left side wheels to skid on the loose shale that borders the road. Desperately you try to control the skid but you run out of road. The last thing you see as the jeep plummets into a canyon is the tops of the stunted pine trees that line the canyon floor, 300 feet below.</p>
 
      <data>
       <p>The highway weaves its way towards a high pass, beyond which there is a hairpin bend. Fatigue is making it increasingly difficult for you to concentrate, and you take the sharp bend too fast, causing the jeep<ch.apos/>s left side wheels to skid on the loose shale that borders the road. Desperately you try to control the skid but you run out of road. The last thing you see as the jeep plummets into a canyon is the tops of the stunted pine trees that line the canyon floor, 300 feet below.</p>

-      <p>Your life and your mission end here.</p>
+      <deadend>Your life and your mission end here.</deadend>

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       <p>Suddenly you feel a sharp pain in your back, and your vision swims in and out of focus. You have been hit by a pistol bullet, and, although you fight to hang on to life, it is a struggle you cannot win. Gradually, your fingers weaken and you fall three storeys to your death in the alley below.</p>
 
      <data>
       <p>Suddenly you feel a sharp pain in your back, and your vision swims in and out of focus. You have been hit by a pistol bullet, and, although you fight to hang on to life, it is a struggle you cannot win. Gradually, your fingers weaken and you fall three storeys to your death in the alley below.</p>

-      <p>Your life and your mission end here in Lordsburg.</p>
+      <deadend>Your life and your mission end here in Lordsburg.</deadend>

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@@ -2824,7 +2830,7 @@
      <data>
       <p>The barrel of Mad Dog<ch.apos/>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.</p>
       <p>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.</p>
      <data>
       <p>The barrel of Mad Dog<ch.apos/>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.</p>
       <p>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.</p>

-      <p>Tragically, your life and your mission end here, less than thirty miles from Tucson.</p>
+      <deadend>Tragically, your life and your mission end here, less than thirty miles from Tucson.</deadend>

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@@ -2833,7 +2839,7 @@
 
      <data>
       <p>Your gunfire wounds the clansman but does not prevent him from returning fire, and, as he staggers back, he empties his magazine into your hiding place. The bullets rip through the table and hit your chest and legs. You try to move but cannot. Colours swim before your eyes and the sharp pain that fills your body at first quickly gives way to a numbness that clouds your mind. You try to fight the overwhelming urge to close your eyes, but eventually you drift off into a sleep from which you will never awaken.</p>
 
      <data>
       <p>Your gunfire wounds the clansman but does not prevent him from returning fire, and, as he staggers back, he empties his magazine into your hiding place. The bullets rip through the table and hit your chest and legs. You try to move but cannot. Colours swim before your eyes and the sharp pain that fills your body at first quickly gives way to a numbness that clouds your mind. You try to fight the overwhelming urge to close your eyes, but eventually you drift off into a sleep from which you will never awaken.</p>

-      <p>Tragically, your life and your mission end here in El Paso.</p>
+      <deadend>Tragically, your life and your mission end here in El Paso.</deadend>

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@@ -2918,7 +2924,7 @@
      <meta><title>201</title></meta>
 
      <data>
      <meta><title>201</title></meta>
 
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-      <p>You focus your lenses to see a figure moving among the gnarled grey pine trunks less than thirty yards away. A bearded man in his mid-forties, he is dressed in a plaid shirt and patched blue jeans. He is carrying a clutch of dead rabbits in one hand and a small axe in the other. Quietly you tell Knott exactly what you can see, and he replies: <quote>He doesn<ch.apos/>t sound much like a HAVOC assassin. What d<ch.apos/>you think we should do, Cal?</quote></p>
+      <p>You focus your view to see a figure moving among the gnarled grey pine trunks less than thirty yards away. A bearded man in his mid-forties, he is dressed in a plaid shirt and patched blue jeans. He is carrying a clutch of dead rabbits in one hand and a small axe in the other. Quietly you tell Knott exactly what you can see, and he replies: <quote>He doesn<ch.apos/>t sound much like a HAVOC assassin. What d<ch.apos/>you think we should do, Cal?</quote></p>

       <choice idref="sect325">If you wish to call out to the man, <link-text>turn to 325</link-text>.</choice>
       <choice idref="sect159">If you decide to stalk him, <link-text>turn to 159</link-text>.</choice>
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       <choice idref="sect325">If you wish to call out to the man, <link-text>turn to 325</link-text>.</choice>
       <choice idref="sect159">If you decide to stalk him, <link-text>turn to 159</link-text>.</choice>
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@@ -2960,8 +2966,8 @@
      <meta><title>205</title></meta>
 
      <data>
      <meta><title>205</title></meta>
 
      <data>

-      <p>Blinded by the glare of their spotlight, you struggle to avoid the oncoming truck and swerve sharply to the right. Captain Frankland, who is manning the heavy machine gun, is poised to fire when you make your move. Not only does the sudden change of direction ruin his aim, it hurls him out of the jeep into the path of the pick-up truck. The loss of your commander distracts your attention from the road, and you fail to see the steep ravine that is looming out of the darkness. The last thing you hear, as the jeep plummets sixty feet into an empty reservoir, are the terrified screams of Haskell and Knott.</p>
-      <p>Tragically, your life and your mission end here.</p>
+      <p>Blinded by the glare of their spotlight, you struggle to avoid the oncoming truck and swerve sharply to the right. Captain Frankland, who is manning the heavy machine gun, is poised to fire when you make your move. Not only does the sudden change of direction ruin his aim, it hurls him out of the jeep into the path of the pick-up truck. The loss of your commander distracts your attention from the road, and you fail to see the steep ravine that is looming out of the darkness. The last thing you hear, as the jeep plummets sixty feet into an empty reservoir, is the terrified screams of Haskell and Knott.</p>
+      <deadend>Tragically, your life and your mission end here.</deadend>

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@@ -3045,7 +3051,7 @@
      <meta><title>213</title></meta>
 
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      <meta><title>213</title></meta>
 
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-      <p>You fire, and almost immediately throw yourself to the floor of the truck, hoping to avoid your enemy<ch.apos/>s counterfire. Fortunately, your move proves unnecessarily cautious: your burst of fire hits the clan commander in the head, killing him instantly. (Remember to deduct the relevant number of rounds from your Ammo Pouch.)</p>
+      <p>You fire, and almost immediately throw yourself to the floor of the truck, hoping to avoid your enemy<ch.apos/>s counterfire. Fortunately, your move proves unnecessarily cautious: your burst of fire hits the clan commander in the head, killing him instantly. (Remember to deduct the relevant number of rounds from your <a idref="action">Ammo Pouch</a>.)</p>

       <p>His death travels like a shock wave through the other clansmen, bringing them to an abrupt halt. They abort their attack and fall back, a few of them stopping just long enough to pick up and bear his lifeless body away from the street.</p>
       <p>While there is a lull in the firing, you seize the chance to help Knott and Captain Frankland clear away the debris that is blocking your escape. A thick, wooden pole, which once supported overhead electricity cables in this part of town, is jammed between the wheel and the truck<ch.apos/>s front fender. With your help they are able to shift it, and Knott returns to the cab and starts the engine first time. Then, as he brings the truck over the mound, you and the captain leap onto the tailgate and pull yourselves aboard.</p>
       <p>The street ends at a piece of wasteland but a few hundred yards beyond it lies a highway running east to west. The captain peers through the cab<ch.apos/>s partition window and gives an ironic laugh when he sees the highway.</p>
       <p>His death travels like a shock wave through the other clansmen, bringing them to an abrupt halt. They abort their attack and fall back, a few of them stopping just long enough to pick up and bear his lifeless body away from the street.</p>
       <p>While there is a lull in the firing, you seize the chance to help Knott and Captain Frankland clear away the debris that is blocking your escape. A thick, wooden pole, which once supported overhead electricity cables in this part of town, is jammed between the wheel and the truck<ch.apos/>s front fender. With your help they are able to shift it, and Knott returns to the cab and starts the engine first time. Then, as he brings the truck over the mound, you and the captain leap onto the tailgate and pull yourselves aboard.</p>
       <p>The street ends at a piece of wasteland but a few hundred yards beyond it lies a highway running east to west. The captain peers through the cab<ch.apos/>s partition window and gives an ironic laugh when he sees the highway.</p>


@@ -3072,7 +3078,7 @@
       <p>You aim and fire at the approaching clansman, the rising barrel of your weapon blocking your target for just an instant. As your gun comes down from its recoil you see him staggering on the steps, his eyes bulging and his hands clamped to his chest. Then his legs buckle and he falls from the stairs to land, with a dull, heavy thud, on the dried-up bank of the Rio Grande.</p>
       <p><quote>What the<ch.ellips/>?</quote> hisses the captain, his eyes wild with anger and fear