From: Simon Osborne Date: Wed, 12 Aug 2015 10:24:46 +0000 (+0000) Subject: 03toz Small 1-5 placed X-Git-Tag: 20150901~7 X-Git-Url: http://git.projectaon.org/?p=project-aon.git;a=commitdiff_plain;h=2202e60b05c5c9acb8bd9f840f49663f2127da49 03toz Small 1-5 placed git-svn-id: https://projectaon.org/data/trunk@2472 f6f3e2d7-ff33-0410-aaf5-b4bee2cdac11 --- diff --git a/en/xml/03toz.xml b/en/xml/03toz.xml index 43d95f9..26132c0 100644 --- a/en/xml/03toz.xml +++ b/en/xml/03toz.xml @@ -753,6 +753,14 @@

The clansmen are training their spotlight directly into your eyes, effectively blinding you, and you are not able to steer the jeep out of their path until the last moment. The pick-up glances the rear and the sudden jolt makes you hit your head on the steering column: lose 1 ENDURANCE point.

Despite your injury, you regain control of the jeep quickly and bring it back onto the highway. Captain Frankland is standing behind you, manning the heavy machine gun, and, as the pick-up completes a spectacular 180-degree turn and comes racing back, he cocks the weapon and opens fire.

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The heavy-calibre rounds riddle the engine and tear the cab to shreds. The truck starts to skid, and then there is a tremendous bang as the fuel tank explodes. As you accelerate onto the freeway, you glance in the driving mirror to see a huge ball of billowing orange flame engulf the remains of the truck and its passengers.

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In a shack behind the diner you discover a motorcycle that is in a serviceable condition. The tyres are sound and the gas tank is over half full with gasolene, but its oil level is very low. As you kick start the engine you can only hope that it will get you as far as Tucson before breaking down.

After studying the map you mount your new vehicle and set off, heading north along Highway 666. You have ridden only seven miles when a collapsed bridge forces you to change direction and travel west along an unmarked mountain road. You enjoy the cool breeze whipping through your hair as you ride at speed along this empty trail, and you cover more than twenty miles before coming to a small town where a sign proclaims:

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You and the captain leave Knott to pay his last respects and walk back to the pick-up to consider your next course of action. Mad Dog Michigan is known to have snipers at his disposal, former HAVOC assassins who operated under him in the years before The Day. If it was one of those professionals who killed Haskell, the chances are that he will not stop until he has finished you all off.

Weve gotta keep moving if were to stay out of range of this assassin, says Captain Frankland, as he stares across the landscape. Ive had experience of these murderers in the past. Theyre totally ruthless and totally professional.

Then, as if in answer to his words and your fears, another gunshot echoes across the pine-clad mountains.

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Pick a number from the Random Number Table.

If the number you have picked is 03, turn to 340. If the number is 49, turn to 277. @@ -2715,6 +2739,14 @@

The temperature continues to rise as the truck makes its way along the remains of Highway 81, across a vast and spectacular landscape. It is nearly noon when you reach a winding, steep-sided canyonpart of the great continental divide. Its multi-banded strata of rocks provide a dramatic splash of colour in this sun-bleached mountain wasteland.

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The colony should be in Deming about now, says the Captain, glancing at his wristwatch. When we reach the Interstate, well stop and wait for them there. No sense travelling in this heat if we can help it.

He has barely finished talking when there is a loud bang. The floor shudders, and then the engine starts to cough and splutter. Knott groans loudly, fearing the worst, and desperately pumps the gas pedal to keep the engine from stalling. For half a mile the truck lurches along the highway like a drunken kangaroo, until the engine utters its last cough and stops.

An examination of the engine soon reveals the problema cracked electronic ignition unit. Knott recalls seeing one of these lying on a workbench back at the Hachita gas station, and curses himself for not having taken it. At least a replacement part is within reach. Knott volunteers to return to the town, ten miles away, and asks for someone to accompany him.

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When you can no longer see the highway for trees, you rise to your feet and scurry deeper into the forest. Here the air is heavy and still, and the heat is stifling, but at least the trees protect you from the midday sun. For two hours you ascend the pine-clad slopes of the Pedregosa Mountains, wending your way steadily westwards towards peaks that are hidden from sight.

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Throughout your weary trek, you exchange less than a dozen words with Marine Knott. The grief and the shock you feel play on your mind, and no matter how hard you try to shake them the images of your companions final moments keep repeating in your minds eye. Eventually you come to terms with your sense of bereavement, but you cannot escape the ever-present fear that the sniper is somewhere nearby.

By mid-afternoon you discover a trail that cuts through the scrub growing in abundance on the higher slopes. The trail is a welcome discovery, for the scrub is twisted and tough, gnarled, and deep-rooted, and difficult to climb. You have been following the trail for less than an hour when it starts to ascend very steeply towards a rugged outcrop of rock.

Pick a number from the Random Number Table and add to it your Field Craft skill total.

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The captain leads the team through the buildings of the immigration control compound, and on towards the iron-framed service walkway. The gate to this section is locked but its rusty padlock is soon dealt with and stealthily you make your crossing. Below your feet, through the cage-like steel floor of the walkway, the waters of the Rio Grande glint in the moonlight. To your right lie the ruined remains of the Cordova Bridge. Its central span collapsed during the post-holocaust years, and the debris now forms an island of broken concrete that parts the waters near the middle of the river. The noisy rush of the water passing over this isle obscures the sound of your footfalls as the team hurries across the walkway towards the Mexican side of the border.

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You are less than twenty yards from the exit gate when the captain signals a halt. Silently he points to the end of the walkway, where two clan sentries are standing guard with their backs to the river. Weve gotta deal with these two quickly and quietly, he whispers, as he reaches to his boot and unsheathes his black-bladed combat knife.

Pick a number from the Random Number Table.

If the number you have picked is 06, turn to 67. @@ -4018,6 +4066,14 @@

As they approach, the clansmen train their spotlight on the jeeps windscreen in an attempt to blind Captain Frankland. Despite the glare, he controls the vehicle admirably, veering away at the last moment to avoid collision with the oncoming truck. As the pick-up flashes past, you swing around and open fire at its trunk.

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The heavy-calibre rounds riddle the running gear and tear the back tyres to shreds. It sends the truck into a violent skid, and then there is a tremendous bang as the fuel tank explodes. As the captain accelerates away onto the freeway, you watch in silence as a huge ball of billowing orange flame engulfs the remains of the truck and its passengers.

Turn to 75. @@ -4469,6 +4525,14 @@

You raise your left hand to shield your eyes from the glare of the spotlight. They are trying to blind you as they approach, but you are more than a match for them. You shout to the others to hold tight and, when they are nearly upon you, you swerve aside, bringing the jeep to a controlled halt at the edge of the highway.

Captain Frankland is the first to recover and quickly mans the heavy machine gun. The pick-up completes a spectacular 180-degree turn and comes racing back, but he is waiting for them. They are thirty yards away when he cocks the weapon and opens fire.

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The heavy-calibre rounds riddle the engine and tear the cab to shreds. The truck starts to skid, and then there is a tremendous bang as the fuel tank explodes. As you accelerate onto the freeway, you glance in the driving mirror to see a huge ball of billowing orange flame engulf the remains of the truck and its passengers.

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