&inclusion.melvyn.grant.bio.fw;
</creator>
<publisher>Project Aon</publisher>
- <date class="publication"><year>2007</year><month>10</month><day>5</day></date>
+ <date class="publication"><year>2008</year><month>5</month><day>13</day></date>
<description class="blurb">
<p>You are Cal Phoenix, the Freeway Warrior, champion and protector of Dallas Colony One. A murderous gang of HAVOC clansmen, led by the psychotic Mad Dog Michigan, are bent on destroying your fragile colony as it crosses the wastelands of Texas on the first stage of a life-or-death exodus to the California coast. These bike-riding clansmen are a formidable enemy: armed, cunning, and extremely dangerous, capable of launching a lightning raid at any time, day or night. You will need all your wits about you if you are to defend your people and reach your destination intact!</p>
</description>
<table>
<tr><th></th><th>Calibre</th><th>Rate of Fire</th><th>Initial No. of Rounds</th></tr>
- <tr><td>Pistol</td><td>9mm</td><td>1</td><td>8</td></tr>
- <tr><td>Machine Pistol</td><td>9mm</td><td>6</td><td>30</td></tr>
- <tr><td>Shotgun</td><td>12-gauge</td><td>1</td><td>4</td></tr>
- <tr><td>Rifle</td><td>7.62mm</td><td>1</td><td>4</td></tr>
+ <tr><td>Pistol</td><td>9mm</td><td align="center">1</td><td align="center">8</td></tr>
+ <tr><td>Machine Pistol</td><td>9mm</td><td align="center">6</td><td align="center">30</td></tr>
+ <tr><td>Shotgun</td><td>12-gauge</td><td align="center">1</td><td align="center">4</td></tr>
+ <tr><td>Rifle</td><td>7.62mm</td><td align="center">1</td><td align="center">4</td></tr>
</table>
<p>The initial number of rounds should be noted in the Ammo Pouch section of your <a idref="action">Action Chart</a>. Missile weapons cannot be used if you run out of ammunition or possess rounds of the wrong calibre. However, the opportunity may arise for you to replenish your supply of ammunition and/or discover a weapon of the correct calibre.</p>
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<p>With terror gnawing at your insides you reach down and take hold of the grenade. In the next instant you hurl it out of the car and slam your foot down on the gas pedal. Seconds later there is a dull thud, and in your rear-view mirror you see the biker to your left disappear in a ball of orange flame as the grenade explodes underneath his motorcycle and ignites the fuel tank.</p>
- <p>Cutter sounds the bus<ch.apos/>s horn to alert you to the position of the remaining clansman. He is coming up fast on your blind side and, as he draws level, he jerks a machine pistol from his saddle-bag, cocks the bolt with his teeth, and opens fire</p>
+ <p>Cutter sounds the bus<ch.apos/>s horn to alert you to the position of the remaining clansman. He is coming up fast on your blind side and, as he draws level, he jerks a machine pistol from his saddle-bag, cocks the bolt with his teeth, and opens fire.</p>
<p>Pick a number from the <a idref="random">Random Number Table</a>.</p>
<choice idref="sect17">If the number you have picked is 0<ch.endash/>1, <link-text>turn to 17</link-text>.</choice>
<choice idref="sect317">If it is 2<ch.endash/>5, <link-text>turn to 317</link-text>.</choice>
<meta><title>265</title></meta>
<data>
- <p>You try to dodge aside but the front wheel of the motorcycle runs over your right calf, forcing you to the ground with a painful jolt: lose 4 <typ class="attribute">ENDURANCE</typ> points</p>
+ <p>You try to dodge aside but the front wheel of the motorcycle runs over your right calf, forcing you to the ground with a painful jolt: lose 4 <typ class="attribute">ENDURANCE</typ> points.</p>
<p>Gritting your teeth against the pain, you manage to roll under the tanker and crouch beside the rear axle.</p>
<p>In the flickering light of the campfire you see two bikers skid to a halt, then hurriedly step away from their machines. Both draw knives as they run towards the open door of the bus.</p>
<choice idref="sect206">If you wish to unshoulder a weapon and open fire on the bikers, <link-text>turn to 206</link-text>.</choice>
<p>As you watch the town shrinking in your rear-view mirror, the shock of your encounter, especially the death of Long Jake, makes you shiver despite the burning midday heat. <quote>D<ch.apos/>you know those guys?</quote> you ask, anxious to make some sense of the situation.</p>
<p><quote>Yeah,</quote> replies the girl, her voice shaky, <quote>though not by choice.</quote></p>
<p>As you race back along the highway to McKinney, the girl, whose name is Kate Norton, tells you about the events leading up to your meeting. She comes from Kansas City and <!--ERRTAG-RE-414342-->was one of the lucky few who managed<!--/ERRTAG-RE-414342--> to survive there since the holocaust. A month ago her colony was attacked and wiped out by a gang of motorcycle renegades called <quote>the Lions</quote>. Their leader, who calls himself <!--ERRTAG-RE-414589--><quote>Mad Dog Michigan</quote><!--/ERRTAG-RE-414589-->, took a liking to her and spared her life. He 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, the largest armoury in the whole of the United States.</p>
- <p><quote>He hopes to find enough weapons and ammunition there to equip the other HAVOC clans who are in control of cities all along the eastern seaboard. Once he<ch.apos/>s armed his army he<ch.apos/>ll take over the rest of the country,</quote> she says, her blue eyes brimming with tears. <quote>Three days ago the Lions reached Oklahoma City. They were desperate for food, so Mad Dog decided to camp there and forage the surrounding area. <!--ERRTAG-RE-415547-->Until the bikes<ch.apos/>d always been kept closely guarded, but while most of them were away I managed to steal one and escape.<!--/ERRTAG-RE-415547--> I was beginning to think I<ch.apos/>d made it. I was wrong. I ran out of fuel just north of Sherman and had to ditch the bike. I met up with your friend this morning when he walked into town. Soon after he<ch.apos/>d told me all about you and your colony and your plans to head west, those guys back there arrived. Mad Dog sent them to find me.</quote> She pauses to wipe her tears and brush the tangle of windswept blonde hair away from her beautiful face.</p>
+ <p><quote>He hopes to find enough weapons and ammunition there to equip the other HAVOC clans who are in control of cities all along the eastern seaboard. Once he<ch.apos/>s armed his army he<ch.apos/>ll take over the rest of the country,</quote> she says, her blue eyes brimming with tears. <quote>Three days ago the Lions reached Oklahoma City. They were desperate for food, so Mad Dog decided to camp there and forage the surrounding area. Until then I'd always been kept closely guarded, but while most of them were away I managed to steal a bike and escape. I was beginning to think I<ch.apos/>d made it. I was wrong. I ran out of fuel just north of Sherman and had to ditch the bike. I met up with your friend this morning when he walked into town. Soon after he<ch.apos/>d told me all about you and your colony and your plans to head west, those guys back there arrived. Mad Dog sent them to find me.</quote> She pauses to wipe her tears and brush the tangle of windswept blonde hair away from her beautiful face.</p>
<p><quote>I<ch.apos/>m really sorry about what happened to Long Jake. It<ch.apos/>s all my fault.</quote></p>
<p><quote>Don<ch.apos/>t blame yourself,</quote> you say, trying to console her. <quote>It<ch.apos/>s over now. Once we get back to DC1 and take off for Big Spring, Mad Dog and his gang will be just a bad memory.</quote></p>
<p><quote>I hope you<ch.apos/>re right, Cal,</quote> she says, unconvinced.</p>
<p>(<a idref="sect313">313</a>) Replaced <quote>handrails</quote> with <quote>hand-rails</quote>.</p>
<p>(<a idref="sect314">314</a>) Replaced <quote>Weapons list</quote> with <quote>Weapons List</quote>.</p>
<p>(<a idref="sect315">315</a>) Replaced <quote>on to</quote> with <quote>onto</quote>. Replaced <quote>ignition and</quote> with <quote>ignition, and</quote>.</p>
- <p>(<a idref="sect318">318</a>) Replaced <quote>rear view mirror</quote> with <quote>rear-view mirror</quote>.<!--ERRTAG-RE-414342-ITEM--> Replaced <quote>is one of the lucky few who have managed</quote> with <quote>was one of the lucky few who managed</quote>.<!--/ERRTAG-RE-414342-ITEM--><!--ERRTAG-RE-414589-ITEM--> Replaced <quote>Mad Dog Michigan</quote> with <quote><ch.lsquot/>Mad Dog Michigan<ch.rsquot/></quote>.<!--/ERRTAG-RE-414589-ITEM--><!--ERRTAG-RE-415547-ITEM--> Replaced <quote>Until then they<ch.apos/>d always been kept closely guarded, but while most of them were away I managed to steal a bike and escape.</quote> with <quote>Until the bikes<ch.apos/>d always been kept closely guarded, but while most of them were away I managed to steal one and escape.</quote>.<!--/ERRTAG-RE-415547-ITEM--></p>
+ <p>(<a idref="sect318">318</a>) Replaced <quote>rear view mirror</quote> with <quote>rear-view mirror</quote>.<!--ERRTAG-RE-414342-ITEM--> Replaced <quote>is one of the lucky few who have managed</quote> with <quote>was one of the lucky few who managed</quote>.<!--/ERRTAG-RE-414342-ITEM--><!--ERRTAG-RE-414589-ITEM--> Replaced <quote>Mad Dog Michigan</quote> with <quote><ch.lsquot/>Mad Dog Michigan<ch.rsquot/></quote>.<!--/ERRTAG-RE-414589-ITEM--></p>
<p>(<a idref="sect321">321</a>) Replaced <quote>indian</quote> with <quote>Indian</quote> and <quote>north-west</quote> with <quote>northwest</quote>. Replaced <quote>on to</quote> with <quote>onto</quote>.</p>
<p>(<a idref="sect325">325</a>) Replaced <quote>C.B.</quote> with <quote>CB radio</quote>. Replaced <quote>decayed and</quote> with <quote>decayed, and</quote>.</p>
<p>(<a idref="sect327">327</a>) Replaced <quote>north-east</quote> with <quote>northeast</quote>, each occurrence of <quote>north-west</quote> with <quote>northwest</quote>, and <quote>south-west</quote> with <quote>southwest</quote>.</p>
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