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<title>Highway Holocaust</title>
<creator class="short">Joe Dever</creator>
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<publisher>Project Aon</publisher>
- <date class="publication"><year>2005</year><month>12</month><day>17</day></date>
+ <date class="publication"><year>2007</year><month>10</month><day>5</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>
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<dd>
<line>Iain Smith</line>
<line>Jonathan Blake</line>
+ <line>LeRoy McSwain</line>
<line>Simon Osborne</line>
<line>Ingo Kl<ch.ouml/>cker</line>
<line>Neil McGrory</line>
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- <p><line><strong>1990<ch.endash/>1998</strong></line>
- <line>Rise of global terrorism on an unprecedented scale. Political violence funded by organized crime syndicate called HAVOC<ch.emdash/>The Hijack, Assassination and Violent Opposition Consortium.</line></p>
- <p><line><strong>1998<ch.endash/>2003</strong></line>
- <line>The governments of many small and impoverished nations fall into the hands of HAVOC. International terrorists receive arms, training, and shelter in these <quote>Badlands</quote>.</line></p>
- <p><line><strong>2003<ch.endash/>2008</strong></line>
- <line>Raids on oil and gas installations, assassinations, and the kidnapping of prominent world statesmen become commonplace as HAVOC attempt to terrorize the civilized world into submission. Despite public outrage and growing international tension, the major powers steadfastly refuse to give in to HAVOC<ch.apos/>s demands.</line></p>
- <p><line><strong>2008</strong></line>
- <line>President of the United States and General Secretary of Supreme Soviet both assassinated at emergency summit meeting. US, USSR and major European nations create the World Defence League and declare war on HAVOC. The Badlands are invaded, key HAVOC bases destroyed, and thousands of HAVOC agents are captured.</line></p>
- <p><line><strong>2009</strong></line>
- <line>HAVOC leaders imprisoned for life in <quote>Deep Pens</quote><ch.emdash/>maximum security gaols located deep underground<ch.emdash/>to prevent their escape or release by HAVOC agents still at large.</line></p>
- <p><line><strong>2010</strong></line>
- <line>New leadership emerges to unify the scattered remnants of HAVOC and plan revenge.</line></p>
- <p><line><strong>2011</strong></line>
- <line>A WDL train transporting seventeen 100-kiloton nuclear warheads, destined to be neutralized and dismantled, is attacked by HAVOC agents. The train is destroyed and its deadly cargo stolen.</line></p>
- <p><line><strong>2012 New Year<ch.apos/>s Day</strong></line>
- <line>HAVOC hijack a WDL news satellite and broadcast a chilling ultimatum. They have planted the seventeen stolen warheads in major cities throughout the US, USSR and Europe. They call for the immediate release of all HAVOC agents held in Deep Pens, plus the payment of $2 trillion in gold bullion, or they will trigger the warheads one by one until their demands are met in full. A twenty-four hour deadline is set. WDL leaders declare emergency and request that the deadline be extended. HAVOC refuse.</line></p>
- <p><line><strong>2nd January</strong></line>
- <line>First warhead detonated at Brie Nuclear Energy Plant, ten miles south of Paris, France. Blast and radioactive fallout claim millions of lives. HAVOC repeat their demand and extend deadline by twenty-four hours.</line></p>
- <p><line><strong>3rd January <quote>The Day</quote></strong></line>
- <line>World Defence League agents discover location of HAVOC command headquarters on an island in the South Pacific Ocean. Immediately orders are given to infiltrate and destroy the HQ and its occupants. The assault is swift and decisive; the complex is quickly overrun and its inhabitants are killed. Yet, ironically, as the news of this victory is being relayed around the world, HAVOC enact their ultimate revenge. A transmitter hidden on the island, fitted with a time-delay mechanism, clicks on, sending its high-frequency radio signal to a communications satellite orbiting the earth. This signal is amplified and returned to earth where, simultaneously, it triggers the remaining nuclear warheads. The initial explosions set off a disastrous chain reaction that feeds on civil and military nuclear installations all across the northern hemisphere. Hundreds of millions of people are killed within days, and many more perish during the years that follow, falling victim to the lingering radioactivity and the severe climatic changes that affect the earth.</line></p>
- <p><line><strong>2012<ch.endash/>2019</strong></line>
- <line>Gale force winds sweep across the world, carrying enormous amounts of dust into the upper atmosphere and preventing much sunlight from reaching the earth<ch.apos/>s surface. Temperatures plummet, deterring survivors from remaining above ground. Communications are disrupted by gamma radiation, making all radio, cable and satellite contact impossible. Small colonies of survivors develop in total isolation from one another during these years of darkness.</line></p>
- <p><line><strong>2019<ch.endash/>2020</strong></line>
- <line>Gradually, the dust storms die down and the sun penetrates the atmosphere, thawing the earth<ch.apos/>s frozen surface. Radiation has decayed to tolerable levels, and survivors emerge to reclaim what little remains of the world they once knew.</line></p>
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+ <dt>1990<ch.endash/>1998</dt>
+ <dd>Rise of global terrorism on an unprecedented scale. Political violence funded by organized crime syndicate called HAVOC<ch.emdash/>The Hijack, Assassination, and Violent Opposition Consortium.</dd>
+ <dt>1998<ch.endash/>2003</dt>
+ <dd>The governments of many small and impoverished nations fall into the hands of HAVOC. International terrorists receive arms, training, and shelter in these <quote>Badlands</quote>.</dd>
+ <dt>2003<ch.endash/>2008</dt>
+ <dd>Raids on oil and gas installations, assassinations, and the kidnapping of prominent world statesmen become commonplace as HAVOC attempt to terrorize the civilized world into submission. Despite public outrage and growing international tension, the major powers steadfastly refuse to give in to HAVOC<ch.apos/>s demands.</dd>
+ <dt>2008</dt>
+ <dd>President of the United States and General Secretary of Supreme Soviet both assassinated at emergency summit meeting. US, USSR, and major European nations create the World Defence League and declare war on HAVOC. The Badlands are invaded, key HAVOC bases destroyed, and thousands of HAVOC agents are captured.</dd>
+ <dt>2009</dt>
+ <dd>HAVOC leaders imprisoned for life in <quote>Deep Pens</quote><ch.emdash/>maximum security gaols located deep underground<ch.emdash/>to prevent their escape or release by HAVOC agents still at large.</dd>
+ <dt>2010</dt>
+ <dd>New leadership emerges to unify the scattered remnants of HAVOC and plan revenge.</dd>
+ <dt>2011</dt>
+ <dd>A WDL train transporting seventeen 100-kiloton nuclear warheads, <!--ERRTAG-RE-6000-->slated<!--/ERRTAG-RE-6000--> to be neutralized and dismantled, is attacked by HAVOC agents. The train is destroyed and its deadly cargo stolen.</dd>
+ <dt>2012 New Year<ch.apos/>s Day</dt>
+ <dd>HAVOC hijack a WDL news satellite and broadcast a chilling ultimatum. They have planted the seventeen stolen warheads in major cities throughout the US, USSR, and Europe. They call for the immediate release of all HAVOC agents held in Deep Pens, plus the payment of $2 trillion in gold bullion, or they will trigger the warheads one by one until their demands are met in full. A twenty-four hour deadline is set. WDL leaders <!--ERRTAG-RE-6694-->declare an emergency<!--/ERRTAG-RE-6694--> and request that the deadline be extended. HAVOC refuse.</dd>
+ <dt>2nd January</dt>
+ <dd>First warhead detonated at Brie Nuclear Energy Plant, ten miles south of Paris, France. Blast and radioactive fallout claim millions of lives. HAVOC repeat their demand and extend deadline by twenty-four hours.</dd>
+ <dt>3rd January <quote>The Day</quote></dt>
+ <dd>World Defence League agents discover location of HAVOC command headquarters on an island in the South Pacific Ocean. Immediately orders are given to infiltrate and destroy the HQ and its occupants. The assault is swift and decisive; the complex is quickly overrun and its inhabitants are killed. Yet, ironically, as the news of this victory is being relayed around the world, HAVOC enact their ultimate revenge. A transmitter hidden on the island, fitted with a time-delay mechanism, clicks on, sending its high-frequency radio signal to a communications satellite orbiting the earth. This signal is amplified and returned to earth where, simultaneously, it triggers the remaining nuclear warheads. The initial explosions set off a disastrous chain reaction that feeds on civil and military nuclear installations all across the northern hemisphere. Hundreds of millions of people are killed within days, and many more perish during the years that follow, falling victim to the lingering radioactivity and the severe climatic changes that affect the earth.</dd>
+ <dt>2012<ch.endash/>2019</dt>
+ <dd>Gale force winds sweep across the world, carrying enormous amounts of dust into the upper atmosphere and preventing much sunlight from reaching the earth<ch.apos/>s surface. Temperatures plummet, deterring survivors from remaining above ground. Communications are disrupted by gamma radiation, making all radio, cable, and satellite contact impossible. Small colonies of survivors develop in total isolation from one another during these years of darkness.</dd>
+ <dt>2019<ch.endash/>2020</dt>
+ <dd>Gradually, the dust storms die down and the sun penetrates the atmosphere, thawing the earth<ch.apos/>s frozen surface. Radiation has decayed to tolerable levels, and survivors emerge to reclaim what little remains of the world they once knew.</dd>
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<p>You are Cal Phoenix, a survivor, born on Thanksgiving in the year 2000 AD. When you cast your mind back to the time before <quote>The Day</quote>, you recall your two brothers and your sister, your parents<ch.apos/> house in California, and summer vacations spent cruising the blue Pacific off Catalina Island aboard your father<ch.apos/>s boat. They are your fondest memories, yet your most vivid recollections are of winter vacations, when the family would drive to Dallas to spend Christmas with Uncle Jonas and Aunt Betty-Ann. Of all your Texan Christmases, the 2011 visit was the most memorable. It was also the last time you saw your family alive.</p>
- <p>Your parents had decided to cancel the trip to Dallas that year. The oil shortage had pushed up the price of gasolene to $30 a gallon, and only the rich could afford to drive long distances, even in cars equipped with solar-pacs. You were so disappointed when you heard the news that you decided to walk the 1300 miles to Dallas, and would have done so had your father not caught up with you three miles from home. Then, when Uncle Jonas and Aunt Betty-Ann got to hear of it, they fixed it with your parents so that you at least could spend Christmas with them at their ranch near Denton.</p>
- <p>From the moment they met your charter flight at Addison Airport you knew it was going to be a vacation to remember. Uncle Jonas was an oilman. He had been one ever since he graduated from the University of Texas in <ch.rsquot/>95 with a degree in geology. Earlier that summer he had been put in charge of construction at a shale-oil mine near Austin, the very first of its kind in Texas, and as a special Christmas treat he promised to take you on a guided tour of the whole underground complex.</p>
+ <p>Your parents had decided to cancel the trip to Dallas that year. The oil shortage had pushed up the price of gasolene to $30 a gallon, and only the rich could afford to drive long distances, even in cars equipped with solar-pacs. You were so disappointed when you heard the news that you decided to walk the 1300 miles to Dallas, and would have done so had your father not caught up with you three miles from home. Then, when Uncle Jonas and Aunt Betty-Ann got to hear of it, they fixed it with your parents so that you at least could spend Christmas with them at their ranch near Denton.</p>
+ <p>From the moment they met your charter flight at Addison Airport you knew it was going to be a vacation to remember. Uncle Jonas was an oilman. He had been one ever since he graduated from the University of Texas in <ch.apos/>95 with a degree in geology. Earlier that summer he had been put in charge of construction at a shale-oil mine near Austin, the very first of its kind in Texas, and as a special Christmas treat he promised to take you on a guided tour of the whole underground complex.</p>
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- <p>On New Year<ch.apos/>s Day 2012, the three of you started out early on the road to your uncle<ch.apos/>s mine, located on the Austin Chalk, over 200 miles south of Dallas. The trip would take at least two days, with an overnight stop in Waco. For, in an effort to conserve energy, the Federal government had imposed a speed restriction of fifteen miles per hour on all state highways. It was a slow journey, and despite the sombre radio bulletins that gave news of HAVOC<ch.apos/>s latest threats, you can still remember your excitement at the thought of exploring those tunnels deep below the earth.</p>
- <p>Your arrival at the mine was met by a military patrol, posted there by the World Defence League. The job of the patrol was to prevent sabotage; oil installations all over the world had become one of HAVOC<ch.apos/>s primary targets in their campaign of terror. The mine was officially closed for the New Year<ch.apos/>s recess but Uncle Jonas had right of access at all times and, after checking his papers, the patrol allowed you in. It was a massive complex and, for security reasons, it was totally self-supporting. A central shaft serviced the many working levels to which there were attached laboratories, workshops and even refineries for processing the precious crude oil after it had been extracted from the rock. Uncle Jonas was explaining the function of these refineries, 300 feet below the surface, when it happened.</p>
+ <p>On New Year<ch.apos/>s Day 2012, the three of you started out early on the road to your uncle<ch.apos/>s mine, located on the Austin Chalk, over 200 miles south of Dallas. The trip would take at least two days, with an overnight stop in Waco, for, in an effort to conserve energy, the Federal government had imposed a speed restriction of fifteen miles per hour on all state highways. It was a slow journey, and despite the sombre radio bulletins that gave news of HAVOC<ch.apos/>s latest threats, you can still remember your excitement at the thought of exploring those tunnels deep below the earth.</p>
+ <p>Your arrival at the mine was met by a military patrol, posted there by the World Defence League. The job of the patrol was to prevent sabotage; oil installations all over the world had become one of HAVOC<ch.apos/>s primary targets in their campaign of terror. The mine was officially closed for the New Year<ch.apos/>s recess but Uncle Jonas had right of access at all times and, after checking his papers, the patrol allowed you in. It was a massive complex and, for security reasons, it was totally self-supporting. A central shaft serviced the many working levels to which there were attached laboratories, workshops, and even refineries for processing the precious crude oil after it had been extracted from the rock. Uncle Jonas was explaining the function of these refineries, 300 feet below the surface, when it happened.</p>
<p>The ground shuddered when the shock waves from the first distant explosions reached the mine, and you remember thinking that it must be the start of an earthquake, the like of which you had experienced many times at home in California. But as the levels nearest the surface began to collapse and the central shaft filled with falling rubble, you realized the awful truth. The unthinkable had happened. </p>
- <p>At first there was no way of telling the extent of the surface devastation. Below ground, the safety generators had automatically switched into operation when the main power supply failed, and the tremors faded quickly, encouraging your aunt and uncle to believe that the damage above was superficial. Uncle Jonas was confident that the military would mount a rescue operation and that you would be brought out within a few days<ch.emdash/>a week at the most. Aunt Betty-Ann was also optimistic. After all, there were emergency supplies, enough to feed 200 men for a whole month. Little did she know that the three of you would end up consuming all of those supplies, or that the mine would become your home, your shelter and your prison for the next eight years of your lives.</p>
+ <p>At first there was no way of telling the extent of the surface devastation. Below ground, the safety generators had automatically switched into operation when the main power supply failed, and the tremors faded quickly, encouraging your aunt and uncle to believe that the damage above was superficial. Uncle Jonas was confident that the military would mount a rescue operation and that you would be brought out within a few days<ch.emdash/>a week at the most. Aunt Betty-Ann was also optimistic. After all, there were emergency supplies, enough to feed 200 men for a whole month. Little did she know that the three of you would end up consuming all of those supplies, or that the mine would become your home, your shelter, and your prison for the next eight years of your lives.</p>
<p>It was a month after <quote>The Day</quote> when the three of you accepted that there would never be a rescue operation. Many days had been spent in silence, hoping and praying for the sounds of excavation or a voice on the radio link to the surface. But all that could be heard was the static crackle of the gamma radiation which was blanketing the earth. Uncle Jonas proposed that an attempt be made to reach the surface by tunnelling through the blocked central shaft. It was an awesomely dangerous feat, to dig vertically through 300 feet of compressed concrete rubble and twisted steel girders, but there was no other way you could ever hope to escape from the mine. Progress was painfully slow but the work gave you all a sense of purpose, a reason to go on, even though you feared what could be awaiting you on the surface.</p>
- <p>Those years spent in the mine taught you invaluable lessons in survival. Uncle Jonas showed you how to refine gasolene from crude oil to keep the generators alive; to coax fresh water from porous rock; to manufacture spare parts in order to maintain vital machinery. Aunt Betty-Ann, who had at one time been a nurse and a high school teacher in Denton County, attended to your education and made sure that you stayed fit and healthy. Their love and support enabled you to grow during those dark days underground despite the enormous sense of loss you felt for your parents, brothers and sister. You vowed then that one day you would repay their kindness by protecting and caring for them.</p>
+ <p>Those years spent in the mine taught you invaluable lessons in survival. Uncle Jonas showed you how to refine gasolene from crude oil to keep the generators alive; to coax fresh water from porous rock; to manufacture spare parts in order to maintain vital machinery. Aunt Betty-Ann, who had at one time been a nurse and a high school teacher in Denton County, attended to your education and made sure that you stayed fit and healthy. Their love and support enabled you to grow during those dark days underground despite the enormous sense of loss you felt for your parents, brothers, and sister. You vowed then that one day you would repay their kindness by protecting and caring for them.</p>
<p>It was early September in the year 2019 when finally you broke through to the surface. Aunt Betty-Ann was convinced that radiation levels would still be dangerously high, and at first she was against leaving the mine. But, during the last few months of your incarceration, the static that had always jammed the radio wavelengths had gradually cleared, and Uncle Jonas was able to persuade her that this meant it was now safe to live above ground.</p>
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<p>When you first emerged from the mine, you thought you were on the surface of another planet. Surely this could not be Earth? Few structures had survived the blizzards and intense cold that had swept around the world in the years following <quote>The Day</quote>, and now, after the dust had settled and the sun returned, the once-fertile plains of Austin resembled little more than a desert of parched and broken rock, littered with the artefacts of an absent civilization. During the first few days, when you set out to explore this wilderness, it was easy to believe that you were the only survivors. But on the morning of the fifth day, Uncle Jonas made a chance radio contact with a family called Ewell who were living near the ruins of McKinney, thirty miles north of Dallas. They told him that they had been in touch with a handful of other groups who had managed somehow to survive the holocaust. Most were isolated, unable to move due to lack of fuel, food, or water. They had urged those who could travel to join them in McKinney, to start a new community, and some were already on their way. Your uncle and aunt also accepted their invitation. McKinney was not very far from Denton, and they were curious to see if anything remained of their ranch. They planned to return home, salvage whatever they could that might be of use, and then move on to McKinney. The Ewells were enthusiastic, but they warned that not everyone who had survived wanted to establish a new community. The ruins of Dallas and Fort Worth were controlled by gangs of criminals who fought with each other and terrorized anyone seeking to reestablish law and order. They advised you to avoid them at all costs when travelling north.</p>
- <p>Interstate Freeway 35 was the only highway still intact amid the devastation that surrounded the mine. It offered a direct route home to Denton, if only transportation could be found, for Uncle Jonas considered conditions far too dangerous to attempt such a long journey on foot. It took more than a week to discover a vehicle that was still serviceable. It was an old school bus, one that had been parked in an underground lot and had survived the years of sub-zero blizzards. With a few new parts, a tankful of gas and a lot of hard work it was eventually brought back to life.</p>
+ <p>Interstate Freeway 35 was the only highway still intact amid the devastation that surrounded the mine. It offered a direct route home to Denton, if only transportation could be found, for Uncle Jonas considered conditions far too dangerous to attempt such a long journey on foot. It took more than a week to discover a vehicle that was still serviceable. It was an old school bus, one that had been parked in an underground lot and had survived the years of sub-zero blizzards. With a few new parts, a tankful of gas, and a lot of hard work it was eventually brought back to life.</p>
<p>Provisions, including a small generator, were hoisted out of the mine and stowed aboard before you began the journey back to the ranch. The noisy old bus bumped along the rock-strewn freeway that stretched northward across an empty sea of dust. It was a harrowing sight. Hardly a trace remained of what were once thriving communities, and the once-populous cities of Temple and Waco had barely enough buildings still standing to qualify as small towns.</p>
<p>It was not until you reached the outskirts of Fort Worth that you encountered signs of human habitation. The road ahead was blocked by a line of wrecked autos, and at your approach a group of hard faced men and women, clad in composite costumes of leather and rivetted steel, suddenly popped up from behind this barricade. Uncle Jonas was suspicious and slowed the bus almost to a halt. Suddenly they produced handguns and rifles and began to take aim at the windshield, and he knew it was not the time to stop to ask for directions! He told you and Aunt Betty-Ann to brace yourselves, then stamped his foot on the gas and drove the bus straight through the wall of cars, scattering the punks like ten-pins in a strike. The bus was shot at many times as it sped through Fort Worth, but the street gangs had been caught out and you managed to escape from the ruined city before they could give chase.</p>
- <p>When you got to Denton you discovered that the ranch, like all the other nearby dwellings, had been reduced to a heap of broken bricks and shattered timbers. The sight greatly upset your aunt, and Uncle Jonas felt it better not to stop but to continue overland to McKinney. It was easy to find where the Ewells lived, for their ranch was the only place in town that was still standing. It looked more like an old frontier post than a ranch, with its fortified perimeter wall, lookout posts and stake-filled moat. But, after your brush with the citizens of Fort Worth, it was easy to understand the need for these defences.</p>
+ <p>When you got to Denton you discovered that the ranch, like all the other nearby dwellings, had been reduced to a heap of broken bricks and shattered timbers. The sight greatly upset your aunt, and Uncle Jonas felt it better not to stop but to continue overland to McKinney. It was easy to find where the Ewells lived, for their ranch was the only place in town that was still standing. It looked more like an old frontier post than a ranch, with its fortified perimeter wall, lookout posts, and stake-filled moat. But, after your brush with the citizens of Fort Worth, it was easy to understand the need for these defences.</p>
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- <p><quote>Pop</quote> Ewell, the seventy-year-old grandfather of the Ewell family, was the leader of this small colony of survivors; 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, soon this number had more than doubled to twenty five. It was decided that a name was needed to identify the settlement. The name <quote>Dallas Colony One</quote> was adopted<ch.emdash/><quote>DC1</quote> for short<ch.emdash/>and 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>Pop</quote> Ewell, the seventy-year-old grandfather of the Ewell family, was the leader of this small colony of survivors; 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, soon this number had more than doubled to twenty-five. It was decided that a name was needed to identify the settlement. The name <quote>Dallas Colony One</quote> was adopted<ch.emdash/><quote>DC1</quote> for short<ch.emdash/>and 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 the holocaust 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. <quote>Cutter</quote> also taught you to shoot, and it was your prowess with a gun and your skill behind the wheel that was to earn you the begrudging respect of your enemies who took to calling you <quote>Freeway Warrior</quote>.</p>
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<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<ch.emdash/>its only source of uncontaminated water<ch.emdash/>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 united them and they posed a very real threat to the security of DC1.</p>
- <p>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. It appeared that their situation was completely the reverse of DC1<ch.apos/>s: they had plenty of food and water 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 Sierra Nevada mountains 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 alive. You might be reunited after all!</p>
+ <p>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. It appeared that their situation was completely the reverse of DC1<ch.apos/>s: they had plenty of food and water 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 <!--ERRTAG-RE-23599-->mountains of the Sierra Nevada<!--/ERRTAG-RE-23599--> 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 alive. You might be reunited after all!</p>
<p>Pop Ewell called for a meeting to decide how best to deal with the crisis now 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 option open to DC1 was to try to reach California; only there lay any real hope for the future of the colony. Your decision was relayed to the survivors at Big Spring and a deal was struck to rendezvous with them as soon as possible. DC1 would exchange fuel for food and water, and together they would join up with the Tucson colony for the final journey to California.</p>
<p>Preparations began almost immediately. Morale was so high that a heady sense of adventure and optimism enveloped everyone. Few guessed just how fraught with danger the journey would be.</p>
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<p>Before embarking on your adventure, you must first determine your personal characteristics and the weapons and provisions with which you are equipped. An <a idref="action">Action Chart</a> has been supplied on which to record and amend these details as the adventure unfolds.</p>
- <p>Your personal characteristics comprise two basic attributes: <typ class="attribute">CLOSE COMBAT SKILL</typ> and <typ class="attribute">ENDURANCE</typ>. To discover your initial <typ class="attribute">CLOSE COMBAT SKILL</typ>, take a pencil and, with your eyes closed,
point the blunt end of it on to the <a idref="random">Random Number Table</a>. If you pick a 0 it counts as zero. Add 10 to the number you have picked and write the total in the <typ class="attribute">CLOSE COMBAT SKILL</typ> section of your Action Chart (for example, if your pencil falls on the number 5 in the <a idref="random">Random Number Table</a>, you have a <typ class="attribute">CLOSE COMBAT SKILL</typ> total of 15). When you fight an enemy in hand-to-hand combat, your <typ class="attribute">CLOSE COMBAT SKILL</typ> will be measured against that of your enemy, so a high score in this section is desirable.</p>
- <p>To discover your <typ class="attribute">ENDURANCE</typ> level, repeat the process, but this time add 20 to the number you have picked from the <a idref="random">Random Number Table</a>. Write the total in the <typ class="attribute">ENDURANCE</typ> section of your <a idref="action">Action Chart</a> (for example, if your pencil falls on the number 8 on the <a idref="random">Random Number Table</a>, you have a total <typ class="attribute">ENDURANCE</typ> score of 28). If you are wounded in combat, or injured at any other time during your adventure you will lose <typ class="attribute">ENDURANCE</typ> points. If, at any time, your <typ class="attribute">ENDURANCE</typ> points total falls to zero or below, you are dead and the adventure is over. You can regain lost <typ class="attribute">ENDURANCE</typ> points during the course of the adventure, but your <typ class="attribute">ENDURANCE</typ> level can never rise above your initial score.</p>
+ <p>Your personal characteristics comprise two basic attributes: <typ class="attribute">CLOSE COMBAT SKILL</typ> and <typ class="attribute">ENDURANCE</typ>. To discover your initial <typ class="attribute">CLOSE COMBAT SKILL</typ>, take a pencil and, with your eyes closed,
<!--ERRTAG-RE-25667-->point the blunt end of it onto<!--/ERRTAG-RE-25667--> the <a idref="random">Random Number Table</a>. If you pick a 0 it counts as zero. Add 10 to the number you have picked and write the total in the <typ class="attribute">CLOSE COMBAT SKILL</typ> section of your <a idref="action">Action Chart</a> (for example, if your pencil falls on the number 5 in the <a idref="random">Random Number Table</a>, you have a <typ class="attribute">CLOSE COMBAT SKILL</typ> total of 15). When you fight an enemy in hand-to-hand combat, your <typ class="attribute">CLOSE COMBAT SKILL</typ> will be measured against that of your enemy, so a high score in this section is desirable.</p>
+ <p>To discover your <typ class="attribute">ENDURANCE</typ> level, repeat the process, but this time add 20 to the number you have picked from the <a idref="random">Random Number Table</a>. Write the total in the <typ class="attribute">ENDURANCE</typ> section of your <a idref="action">Action Chart</a> (for example, if your pencil falls on the number 8 on the <a idref="random">Random Number Table</a>, you have a total <typ class="attribute">ENDURANCE</typ> score of 28). If you are wounded in combat, or injured at any other time during your adventure, you will lose <typ class="attribute">ENDURANCE</typ> points. If, at any time, your <typ class="attribute">ENDURANCE</typ> points total falls to zero or below, you are dead and the adventure is over. You can regain lost <typ class="attribute">ENDURANCE</typ> points during the course of the adventure, but your <typ class="attribute">ENDURANCE</typ> level can never rise above your initial score.</p>
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- <p>Your ability to control powered vehicles, such as cars, motorcycles and trucks.</p>
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- <p>Your familiarity and experience in the use of missile weapons, such as pistols, machine pistols, shotguns and rifles.</p>
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- <p>Your physical fitness, the speed of your reflexes and your dexterity.</p>
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- <p>Your intelligence, your ability to evaluate information, your education and your mental alertness.</p>
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- <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>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 <!--ERRTAG-RE-29107-->tested; therefore<!--/ERRTAG-RE-29107--> 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>. (In your first 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 1 of the Freeway Warrior series, you may add an additional 4 points to your Survival Skills in Book 2. These additional points, together with any equipment and provisions that you possess at the end of Book 1, may then be used in the next Freeway Warrior adventure, which is called <cite><bookref series="fw" book="02smr">Slaughter Mountain Run</bookref></cite>.</p>
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- <p>Apart from your clothing, a number of useful items form your basic equipment. These comprise a Backpack, and a belt on which hangs your Ammo Pouch, Medi-kit, Water Canteen and Hunting Knife. In addition to these items, you possess a <a idref="map">Map of Central Texas</a>, which you carry tucked inside your leather jacket.</p>
+ <p>Apart from your clothing, a number of useful items form your basic equipment. These comprise a Backpack, and a belt on which hangs your Ammo Pouch, Medi-kit, Water Canteen
, and Hunting Knife. In addition to these items, you possess a <a idref="map">Map of Central Texas</a>, which you carry tucked inside your leather jacket.</p>
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- <p>A well-stocked Medi-kit can make all the difference to your chances of survival should you suffer injury in the field or as a result of combat. It contains useful first aid supplies, such as dressings, antiseptics, antibiotics, water purification tablets, sulfonamides, pain killers, potassium iodide tablets (to delay absorption of radioactivity) and sutures.</p>
+ <p>A well-stocked Medi-kit can make all the difference to your chances of survival should you suffer injury in the field or as a result of combat. It contains useful first aid supplies, such as dressings, antiseptics, antibiotics, water purification tablets, sulfonamides, pain killers, potassium iodide tablets (to delay absorption of radioactivity), and sutures.</p>
<p>For convenience, these medical supplies are grouped into units. To find how many units you have in your Medi-kit, pick a number from the <a idref="random">Random Number Table</a> (0 equals 10) and add 2. Your total score equals the number of units with which you begin your adventure. To keep a record of them, circle the appropriate number of unit symbols in the Medi-kit section of your <a idref="action">Action Chart</a>. The maximum number of units you can carry in your Medi-kit is twelve.</p>
<p>You may use your Medi-kit units to restore lost <typ class="attribute">ENDURANCE</typ> points; each unit used in this way restores 3 points. Units cannot be used to restore <typ class="attribute">ENDURANCE</typ> points in lieu of a Meal or Water when instructed to eat or drink.</p>
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<p>These weapons aid you in hand-to-hand fighting. You begin your adventure armed with a Hunting Knife which, when used in close combat, adds 2 points to your <typ class="attribute">CLOSE COMBAT SKILL</typ>. Note this Hunting Knife in the Close Combat Weapons section of your <a idref="action">Action Chart</a>.</p>
- <p>If you find a close combat weapon during your adventure, you may pick it up and use it. Close combat weapons will appear in the text with a close combat skill number, for example, Machete (3). This number indicates how many points this weapon will add to your <typ class="attribute">CLOSE COMBAT SKILL</typ> when used in a hand-to-hand fight.</p>
+ <p>If you find a close combat weapon during your adventure, you may pick it up and use it. Close combat weapons will appear in the text with a close combat skill number, for example, Machete (3). This number indicates how many points this weapon will add to your <typ class="attribute">CLOSE COMBAT SKILL</typ> when used in a hand-to-hand fight.</p>
<p>The maximum number of close combat weapons you may carry is <em>two</em>.</p>
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<li>MACHINE PISTOL</li>
<li>SHOTGUN</li>
<li>RIFLE</li>
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<p>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>
<p>Subtract the <typ class="attribute">CLOSE COMBAT SKILL</typ> of your enemy from this total. The result is your Combat Ratio. Enter it on the <a idref="action">Action Chart</a>.</p>
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- <line>Cal Phoenix (<typ class="attribute">CLOSE COMBAT SKILL</typ> 17) is attacked by a Renegade Clansman (<typ class="attribute">CLOSE COMBAT SKILL</typ> 18). He is not given the opportunity to evade close combat, but must stand and fight his adversary. Cal Phoenix is armed with a Hunting Knife, so he adds 2 points to his <typ class="attribute">CLOSE COMBAT SKILL</typ>, giving a total CLOSE COMBAT SKILL of 19.</line></p>
+ <line>Cal Phoenix (<typ class="attribute">CLOSE COMBAT SKILL</typ> 17) is attacked by a Renegade Clansman (<typ class="attribute">CLOSE COMBAT SKILL</typ> 18). He is not given the opportunity to evade close combat, but must stand and fight his adversary. Cal Phoenix is armed with a Hunting Knife, so he adds 2 points to his <typ class="attribute">CLOSE COMBAT SKILL</typ>, giving a total <typ class="attribute">CLOSE COMBAT SKILL</typ> of 19.</line></p>
<p>He subtracts the Renegade Clansman<ch.apos/>s <typ class="attribute">CLOSE COMBAT SKILL</typ> from his own, giving a Combat Ratio of <ch.plus/>1 (19 <ch.minus/> 18 = <ch.plus/>1). He notes this <ch.plus/>1 on his <a idref="action">Action Chart</a> as the Combat Ratio.</p>
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<li><p>After working out your Combat Ratio, pick a number from the <a idref="random">Random Number Table</a>.</p></li>
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- <p>You pull and release the bolt of your G-12, then level the barrel at the leading dog as it gets ready to make its leap. Hurriedly you squeeze off a burst of fire that rips through its chest and sends its lifeless body spinning backwards among the rest of the pack.<a id="sect5-1" idref="sect5-1-foot" class="footnote" /> The death of their brother, and the noise and fury of your weapon, brings the pack to a sudden halt.</p>
+ <p>You pull and release the bolt of your G-12, then level the barrel at the leading dog as it gets ready to make its leap. Hurriedly you squeeze off a burst of fire that rips through its chest and sends its lifeless body spinning backwards among the rest of the pack.<a id="sect5-1" idref="sect5-1-foot" class="footnote" /> The death of their <!--ERRTAG-RE-50180-->brother<ch.emdash/>and the noise and fury of your weapon<ch.emdash/>brings<!--/ERRTAG-RE-50180--> the pack to a sudden halt.</p>
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- <p>You reach for a close combat weapon as the first of the pack reaches the highway and comes bounding towards you.</p>
+ <p>You reach for a close combat weapon as the first of the pack reaches the highway and comes bounding towards you.</p>
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<p>You have encountered rabid dogs before and know only too well that just one scratch from an infected beast will seal your doom. You must fight with speed and skill if you are to survive this deadly attack.</p>
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<p>Tragically, your journey and your life end here on Freeway 20.</p>
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<p>The instant you tap the number 20 on the keypad,<a id="sect20-1" idref="sect20-1-foot" class="footnote" /> there is a sharp <onomatopoeia>click</onomatopoeia> and the steel door swings inwards to reveal the shelved walls of a strongroom beyond. You smile with satisfaction at having cracked the university<ch.apos/>s door code: the number in the last column of each row is the sum of the numbers in the first two columns, minus the number in the third column.</p>
- <p>Curious as to what lies within, you enter the strongroom and inspect its dusty shelves. This concrete vault contains the documentation of experiments and small quantities of what were once considered precious metals<ch.emdash/>gold, platinum, silver and titanium. After a thorough search you find three items that you may be able to put to practical use:</p>
+ <p>Curious as to what lies within, you enter the strongroom and inspect its dusty shelves. This concrete vault contains the documentation of experiments and small quantities of what were once considered precious metals<ch.emdash/>gold, platinum, silver, and titanium. After a thorough search you find three items that you may be able to put to practical use:</p>
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<p>At a junction on the outskirts of Fort Worth, you decide to leave Freeway 35 and follow a safer route that will take you around the city. The remains of Highway 820 serve your purpose well, until you reach another junction where the Jacksboro Highway crosses your path. In order for the convoy to connect with Freeway 20, the interstate highway that leads all the way to Big Spring, you must traverse one major obstacle<ch.emdash/>the Trinity River.</p>
- <p>You consult your <a idref="map">map</a>. There are two places where the convoy can cross the Trinity, both of them close by. Two miles further along Highway 820 there is a bridge over Lake Worth. Two miles north, along the Jacksboro Highway, another bridge crosses the river at a place called Lakeside Village.</p>
+ <p>You consult your <a idref="map">map</a>. There are two places where the convoy can cross the Trinity, both of them close by. Two miles further along Highway 820 there is a bridge over Lake Worth. <!--ERRTAG-RE-65617-->Two miles northwest<!--/ERRTAG-RE-65617-->, along the Jacksboro Highway, another bridge crosses the river at a place called Lakeside Village.</p>
<choice idref="sect312">If you wish to check out the bridge at Lakeside Village, <link-text>turn to 312</link-text>.</choice>
<choice idref="sect149">If you decide to continue along Highway 820, and attempt to cross the Trinity River at Lake Worth, <link-text>turn to 149</link-text>.</choice>
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<p>You squeeze the trigger and immediately the rider throws his hands to his face.<a id="sect23-1" idref="sect23-1-foot" class="footnote" /> He swoons, falls backwards, and then tumbles from the saddle. Before the sidecar rider can jump free, the speeding machine careers off the road into the wall of an office building, and explodes in a searing ball of flame.</p>
<p>With grim satisfaction you stare at the burning wreckage, but your gaze is soon distracted by a column of motorcycles<ch.emdash/>the main body of the clan<ch.emdash/>as it rides into view. They are now less than a mile from the bridge. <quote>C<ch.apos/>mon you two!</quote> shouts Cutter. <quote>It<ch.apos/>s time to go.</quote> The tanker has made it across the platform and is now parked with the other vehicles on the far side of the river. Kate is running towards you from the factory, and as she reaches the bridge, you call out to her: <quote>Set the bomb! I<ch.apos/>ll cover you!</quote></p>
- <p>Tensely you watch the clansmen as they gun their bikes along the freeway, and you glance repeatedly over your shoulder, praying for Kate to signal that the bomb is ready. Then the front line of bikers open fire with their machine pistols, and suddenly the air is filled with the whine and whistle of bullets. <quote>It<ch.apos/>s ready!</quote> shouts Kate, and takes off across the bridge at a run.</p>
+ <p>Tensely you watch the clansmen as they gun their bikes along the freeway, and you glance repeatedly over your shoulder, praying for Kate to signal that the bomb is ready. Then <!--ERRTAG-RE-67602-->the front line of bikers opens<!--/ERRTAG-RE-67602--> fire with their machine pistols, and suddenly the air is filled with the whine and whistle of bullets. <quote>It<ch.apos/>s ready!</quote> shouts Kate, and takes off across the bridge at a run.</p>
<p>Add together your current <typ class="attribute">ENDURANCE</typ> points score and your Stealth skill total. (Note: If your <typ class="attribute">ENDURANCE</typ> is low and you are heavily encumbered, it may be advisable to discard some of your Backpack Items in order to increase your Stealth skill level.)</p>
<choice idref="sect324">If your total is 11 or less, <link-text>turn to 324</link-text>.</choice>
<choice idref="sect200">If your total is 12 or more, <link-text>turn to 200</link-text>.</choice>
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- <p>With your back bent beneath the combined weight of your equipment, fifty pounds of salt and the thick roll of polythene sheeting that is slung around your shoulders, you slowly make your way back to the convoy. The sight of you staggering out of the campus, half-hidden beneath the mountain of items you have salvaged, provokes a loud roar of laughter from the bus. Cutter Jacks and Uncle Jonas come to your aid, both resisting the urge to poke fun at you. When they discover what you are carrying, their mouths drop open in amazement.</p>
+ <p>With your back bent beneath the combined weight of your equipment, fifty pounds of salt, and the thick roll of polythene sheeting that is slung around your shoulders, you slowly make your way back to the convoy. The sight of you staggering out of the campus, half-hidden beneath the mountain of items you have salvaged, provokes a loud roar of laughter from the bus. Cutter Jacks and Uncle Jonas come to your aid, both resisting the urge to poke fun at you. When they discover what you are carrying, their mouths drop open in amazement.</p>
<p>Word spreads and everyone is suddenly eager to congratulate you. You decide to keep one of the tubs (mark the <typ class="item">Salt</typ> on your <a idref="action">Action Chart</a> as a Backpack Item<ch.emdash/>if you already carry the maximum number, you must discard another item in favour of this one). As soon as all your precious discoveries are loaded safely on the bus, you climb back into your roadster and lead the convoy along the southbound carriageway of Freeway 35.</p>
<choice idref="sect22"><link-text>Turn to 22</link-text>.</choice>
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<combat><enemy>Bronx</enemy><enemy-attribute class="closecombatskill">15</enemy-attribute><enemy-attribute class="endurance">26</enemy-attribute></combat>
<p>Owing to your need to remain in control of the roadster throughout the combat, reduce your <typ class="attribute">CLOSE COMBAT SKILL</typ> by 3 points.</p>
<choice idref="sect187">If you win and the fight lasts four rounds or less, <link-text>turn to 187</link-text>.</choice>
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- <p>Consciousness returns slowly and painfully. With your head pounding fit to burst, you ease yourself into a sitting position and gaze upon your new surroundings. You are in a prison cell, empty save for a wooden bunk. A solitary open window, criss-crossed with pitted steel bars, provides the only source of light and ventilation, and a heavy steel door the only means of access. You no longer possess any weapons or backpack equipment (be sure to erase all your missile and close combat weapons, together with any items you were carrying in your Backpack) but you still possess your Medi-kit, Ammo Pouch and Water Canteen.</p>
+ <p>Consciousness returns slowly and painfully. With your head pounding fit to burst, you ease yourself into a sitting position and gaze upon your new surroundings. You are in a prison cell, empty save for a wooden bunk. A solitary open window, criss-crossed with pitted steel bars, provides the only source of light and ventilation, and a heavy steel door the only means of access. You no longer possess any weapons or backpack equipment (be sure to erase all your missile and close combat weapons, together with any items you were carrying in your Backpack) but you still possess your Medi-kit, Ammo Pouch, and Water Canteen.</p>
<p>Standing on the edge of the bunk, you are able to peer through the bars at an alleyway that runs along the rear of the building, which you recognize to be the sheriff<ch.apos/>s office. However, without weapons, or any other means of dislodging the bars, you have no hope of escaping through the window.</p>
- <p>An hour later you hear your captors laughing in the corridor outside. A key rattles in the lock and the cell door swings back to reveal a barrel-chested clansman, clad in a suit of black leather which is adorned with sharpened metal studs. He fixes you with his small bloodshot eyes, and sneers contemptuously.</p>
+ <p>An hour later you hear your captors laughing in the corridor outside. A key rattles in the lock and the cell door swings back to reveal a barrel-chested clansman, clad in a suit of black leather which is adorned with sharpened metal studs. He fixes you with his small bloodshot eyes and sneers contemptuously.</p>
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<p><quote>You scoutin<ch.apos/> for the Skulls, ain<ch.apos/>t you, boy?</quote> he says, his hand caressing the butt of a pistol that is holstered on his hip. <quote>That <ch.apos/>roach Alcatraz sent you here t<ch.apos/>check us out, didn<ch.apos/>t he?</quote> Resentful mutterings fill the corridor outside, urging the beady-eyed clansman to settle the matter by shooting you.</p>
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- <p>As the rumbling sound of your gunfire rolls out across the lake bed, the figure throws his hands to his face, staggers drunkenly and then falls heavily to the ground.<a id="sect58-1" idref="sect58-1-foot" class="footnote" /> His body remains still, convincing you that your shooting has proved deadly accurate.</p>
+ <p>As the rumbling sound of your gunfire rolls out across the lake bed, the figure throws his hands to his face, staggers drunkenly
, and then falls heavily to the ground.<a id="sect58-1" idref="sect58-1-foot" class="footnote" /> His body remains still, convincing you that your shooting has proved deadly accurate.</p>
<choice idref="sect303">If you wish to search the body, <link-text>turn to 303</link-text>.</choice>
<choice idref="sect160">If you decide to press on with the crossing, <link-text>turn to 160</link-text>.</choice>
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<p>You wait until Cutter reaches the safety of the alley before you set off towards the amusement park. Silently, like a cat, you pad across the open ground, before gaining entry to the park itself by wriggling under its rusty chain-link fence. The deserted rides look strange and scary in the moonlight. The shapes play tricks on your imagination, and when a patrol of Skull clansmen suddenly appears at the entrance to the park, you panic and dive for cover through the nearest doorway.</p>
- <p>Pick a number from the <a idref="random">Random Number Table</a> and add to it your Current Stealth and Perception skill totals.</p>
+ <p>Pick a number from the <a idref="random">Random Number Table</a> and add to it your current Stealth and Perception skill totals.</p>
<choice idref="sect331">If your total score is now 12 or less, <link-text>turn to 331</link-text>.</choice>
<choice idref="sect218">If your total score is now 13 or more, <link-text>turn to 218</link-text>.</choice>
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- <description><ch.lsquot/>The name<ch.apos/>s Rickenbacker,<ch.rsquot/> he says, removing his goggles and shaking Uncle Jonas by the hand.</description>
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<p><quote>The name<ch.apos/>s Rickenbacker,</quote> he says, removing his goggles and shaking Uncle Jonas by the hand. <quote>I<ch.apos/>m from Big Spring. I saw y<ch.apos/>all while I was scoutin<ch.apos/> the freeway and thought I<ch.apos/>d drop by. Shame about the radio: <ch.apos/>fraid my set<ch.apos/>s seen better days.</quote></p>
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- <p>As you emerge from the water, you notice that your boots are covered with mud and you stop to scrape them clean. Unfortunately, you are standing directly in front of a nest of scorpions, and it is not until you are stooping to pick up a stick that you spot the danger. Swiftly you withdrew your hand just in time to save yourself from their deadly sting.</p>
+ <p>As you emerge from the water, you notice that your boots are covered with mud and you stop to scrape them clean. Unfortunately, you are standing directly in front of a nest of scorpions, and it is not until you are stooping to pick up a stick that you spot the danger. Swiftly you withdraw your hand just in time to save yourself from their deadly sting.</p>
<p>Shaken by this close encounter, you must now take a Drink (or lose 3 <typ class="attribute">ENDURANCE</typ> points) before you climb back into your roadster and return to the convoy.</p>
<choice idref="sect185"><link-text>Turn to 185</link-text>.</choice>
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<p>At this range your bullet hits the clansman with devastating accuracy, passing through his heart and killing him instantly.<a id="sect77-1" idref="sect77-1-foot" class="footnote" /> He throws his hands in the air and falls forward. As he disappears from sight, his partner unleashes a long burst of fire that powders the scree behind you. When the firing stops, you raise your head and peer through the bushes, expecting to see your enemy reloading. Instead he discards his empty magazine and turns to run away. He has exhausted his ammunition and has decided to make his escape before you have a chance to return fire.</p>
- <p>As soon as you are sure that the coast is clear, you rise cautiously and help Kate to her feet. The sound of a motor cycle riding away into the distance reassures you that your ambusher has fled, and confidently you scramble up the slope and go to examine the body of the one who did not get away.</p>
+ <p>As soon as you are sure that the coast is clear, you rise cautiously and help Kate to her feet. The sound of a motorcycle riding away into the distance reassures you that your ambusher has fled, and confidently you scramble up the slope and go to examine the body of the one who did not get away.</p>
<choice idref="sect175"><link-text>Turn to 175</link-text>.</choice>
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<p><quote>OK, it<ch.apos/>s worth a look,</quote> agrees Uncle Jonas, when you tell him you want to search the university campus before the convoy takes the freeway south. <quote>See if you can rustle up some polythene sheeting. We<ch.apos/>re mighty short an<ch.apos/> we<ch.apos/>ll be needin<ch.apos/> some real bad as soon as we hit the desert. We<ch.apos/>ll wait right here for you an<ch.apos/> keep an eye on the road. Any trouble then jus<ch.apos/> give a holler.</quote></p>
- <p>With your uncle<ch.apos/>s request in mind, you drive towards the centre of the campus in search of what was once the chemistry faculty. Most of the buildings are just burnt-out, rubble-filled shells, their contents either buried beyond reach or looted months ago by roving city gangs. A shattered sign indicates the entrance to the building you seek, and your hopes rise when you notice that it is the least damaged structure on the campus.</p>
+ <p>With your uncle<ch.apos/>s request in mind, you <!--ERRTAG-RE-131930-->walk towards<!--/ERRTAG-RE-131930--> the centre of the campus in search of what was once the chemistry faculty. Most of the buildings are just burnt-out, rubble-filled shells, their contents either buried beyond reach or looted months ago by roving city gangs. A shattered sign indicates the entrance to the building you seek, and your hopes rise when you notice that it is the least damaged structure on the campus.</p>
<p>Inside, the sound of your footsteps echoes along the dusty corridors as you make your way down to the basement storage levels. To your disappointment you discover little remaining there of practical value.</p>
<choice idref="sect184">If you wish to continue your search, <link-text>turn to 184</link-text>.</choice>
<choice idref="sect315">If you decide to call off your search and return to the convoy, <link-text>turn to 315</link-text>.</choice>
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- <p>You dive to the ground, roll over and then spring to your feet just in time to see the clansman casting aside his empty pistol in frustration. He shouts for help, calling to his partner to cut you down, but you are now too close for the other clansman to risk a burst of fire. With a yelp of surprise, the clansman reaches for a knife as you make your attack.</p>
+ <p>You dive to the ground, roll over, and then spring to your feet just in time to see the clansman casting aside his empty pistol in frustration. He shouts for help, calling to his partner to cut you down, but you are now too close for the other clansman to risk a burst of fire. With a yelp of surprise, the clansman reaches for a knife as you make your attack.</p>
<combat><enemy>Electra-glide</enemy><enemy-attribute class="closecombatskill">16</enemy-attribute><enemy-attribute class="endurance">25</enemy-attribute></combat>
<p>Owing to the speed of your attack, add 2 points to your <typ class="attribute">CLOSE COMBAT SKILL</typ> for the duration of the fight.</p>
<choice idref="sect15">If you win the combat, <link-text>turn to 15</link-text>.</choice>
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- <p>The glare of a dozen motorcycle headlights follow in the wake of the convoy. The Mavericks who survived your brief but devastating visit to Coahoma are now in pursuit, and they are closing the gap swiftly. Shots are fired from the back of the bus, bringing down two of the leading bikes, but they do not prevent the others from moving alongside. Anxiously you watch in your rear-view mirror as the pillion riders risk their lives to jump aboard. The few who survive the leap without falling under the wheels gain entry by kicking their way through the windows.</p>
+ <p>The glare of a dozen motorcycle headlights <!--ERRTAG-RE-139037-->follows<!--/ERRTAG-RE-139037--> in the wake of the convoy. The Mavericks who survived your brief but devastating visit to Coahoma are now in pursuit, and they are closing the gap swiftly. Shots are fired from the back of the bus, bringing down two of the leading bikes, but they do not prevent the others from moving alongside. Anxiously you watch in your rear-view mirror as the pillion riders risk their lives to jump aboard. The few who survive the leap without falling under the wheels gain entry by kicking their way through the windows.</p>
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<p>Suddenly the bus loses speed. You sense that something is seriously amiss and you go back to find out what is wrong. You wave the tanker on, then slow almost to a standstill in order to allow Cutter to catch up. As he draws nearer you see that a running battle is taking place on board. You accelerate, bringing your roadster alongside the boarding door, then you tell Kate to move over into the driving seat and take the wheel. As soon as she has control of the car, you coil yourself like a spring and leap towards the door of the bus.</p>
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- <p>Slowly the two figures shamble to the edge of the highway and stare at you with vacant eyes. Your spirited dispatch of their dogs has not worried them in the slightest, neither do they appear unduly concerned for their own safety. You stand your ground, challenging them to attack if they dare. They laugh. It is a pitiful, thin sound, which makes your flesh crawl. You return their empty stares, noting with disgust the ulcer-like sores that cover their pale, greyish skins, their almost complete lack of hair and their teeth, black with decay. Your disgust turns to pity, however, when suddenly you realize why they show no fear: they are both afflicted with terminal radiation sickness. Death is already their companion.</p>
+ <p>Slowly the two figures shamble to the edge of the highway and stare at you with vacant eyes. Your spirited dispatch of their dogs has not worried them in the <!--ERRTAG-RE-141322-->slightest; neither<!--/ERRTAG-RE-141322--> do they appear unduly concerned for their own safety. You stand your ground, challenging them to attack if they dare. They laugh. It is a pitiful, thin sound, which makes your flesh crawl. You return their empty stares, noting with disgust the ulcer-like sores that cover their pale, greyish skins, their almost complete lack of hair and their teeth, black with decay. Your disgust turns to pity, however, when suddenly you realize why they show no fear: they are both afflicted with terminal radiation sickness. Death is already their companion.</p>
<p><quote>Where are you from?</quote> you call, anxious to discover if there is a hot spot<ch.emdash/>a zone of radioactivity<ch.emdash/>nearby.</p>
<p><quote>Cisco,</quote> comes the reply.</p>
<p>You take some dressings from your Medi-kit and place them on the ground in front of you (erase one Medi- kit unit from your <a idref="action">Action Chart</a>), then you turn and walk back to your roadster. The dressings may be of little comfort to these two Rad-vics (the name your colony gives to victims of high-dosage radioactivity), but they may know others who will benefit from them.</p>
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<p>It takes forty minutes to reach Santo, and another twenty to find a site on which to set up camp overnight. Uncle Jonas orders that the vehicles be drawn into a circle, like a ring of wagons in the wild west, to offer the best protection against the threat of a night raid. Lots are drawn to see who will stand the first watch; unfortunately, you pick the shortest straw.</p>
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- <p>The moment you tap the correct number on the keypad,<a id="sect98-1" idref="sect98-1-foot" class="footnote" /> there is loud <onomatopoeia>click</onomatopoeia> and the steel door creaks inwards to reveal the shelved walls of a strongroom beyond. You smile with satisfaction at having cracked the university<ch.apos/>s door code: the number of the last column of each row is the sum of the number of the first two columns, minus the number in the third column.</p>
- <p>Intrigued by what lies within, you enter the strongroom and peer along the dusty shelves. The vault contains the documentation of experiments and quantities of what were once considered precious metals<ch.emdash/>gold, platinum, silver and titanium. After a thorough search, you find three items that may be put to practical use:</p>
+ <p>The moment you tap the correct number on the keypad,<a id="sect98-1" idref="sect98-1-foot" class="footnote" /> there is a loud <onomatopoeia>click</onomatopoeia> and the steel door creaks inwards to reveal the shelved walls of a strongroom beyond. You smile with satisfaction at having cracked the university<ch.apos/>s door code: the number of the last column of each row is the sum of the number of the first two columns, minus the number in the third column.</p>
+ <p>Intrigued by what lies within, you enter the strongroom and peer along the dusty shelves. The vault contains the documentation of experiments and quantities of what were once considered precious metals<ch.emdash/>gold, platinum, silver, and titanium. After a thorough search, you find three items that may be put to practical use:</p>
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- <p>The convoy is too far away to see that you need help, and you dare not stand up and signal to them for fear of being hit. Two more bullets smack the side of your car and then you hear the sound of a rifle bolt being worked frantically back and forth: the sniper<ch.apos/>s gun has jammed. While he is trying to clear it, you dash across the highway and take cover behind the two motor cycles. You stop there just long enough to sabotage their engines, then you advance along the side of the diner towards an open window.</p>
+ <p>The convoy is too far away to see that you need help, and you dare not stand up and signal to them for fear of being hit. Two more bullets smack the side of your car and then you hear the sound of a rifle bolt being worked frantically back and forth: the sniper<ch.apos/>s gun has jammed. While he is trying to clear it, you dash across the highway and take cover behind the two motorcycles. You stop there just long enough to sabotage their engines, then you advance along the side of the diner towards an open window.</p>
<choice idref="sect276">If you possess an <typ class="item">HE Grenade</typ>, <link-text>turn to 276</link-text>.</choice>
<choice idref="sect311">If you do not possess this item, <link-text>turn to 311</link-text>.</choice>
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- <p>Much of Abilene lies in the shadow of a bank of cloud, which has darkened the land since mid-morning. At first the unexpected arrival of this cloud cover cheered the colony, for it brought with it a welcome respite from the burning heat and promised a possible end to the drought. Unfortunately, these initial hopes were soon shattered.</p>
+ <p>Much of Abilene lies in the shadow of a bank of cloud, which has darkened the land since mid-morning. At first the unexpected arrival of this cloud cover <!--ERRTAG-RE-154541-->cheers<!--/ERRTAG-RE-154541--> the colony, for it <!--ERRTAG-RE-154614-->brings<!--/ERRTAG-RE-154614--> with it a welcome respite from the burning heat and <!--ERRTAG-RE-154721-->promises<!--/ERRTAG-RE-154721--> a possible end to the drought. Unfortunately, these initial <!--ERRTAG-RE-154839-->hopes are<!--/ERRTAG-RE-154839--> soon shattered.</p>
<p>As you approach the city a fierce wind arises. It sweeps down from the north and lashes the convoy, not with rain, but with blinding clouds of grit and sand. Within the space of half an hour the colony is engulfed in a ferocious duststorm that threatens to bury you all without trace. At the first opportunity you signal to the others to pull off the elevated freeway and seek shelter from the storm. The danger of grit finding its way into the engines of the convoy vehicles, causing them irreparable damage, is uppermost in your mind, and anxiously you search for shelter.</p>
<p>A signpost looms out of the swirling dust, pointing to what was once a high school. You signal to Cutter to follow you into the school yard, but the storm is reaching its peak and you are forced to halt before you can see the school itself. Quickly the colony disembarks and blindly you lead them in single file, heads bowed against the stinging wind, until you reach the school building. Fortunately, it still has a roof and four walls, and offers adequate protection from the storm. Once inside, Aunt Betty-Ann decides to take a roll call to make sure everyone is present. She is about to begin when Rosita Rodriguez cries out in anguish, <quote>Maria! Where is my Maria? She is not here!</quote></p>
<p>A check of the school reveals that Rosita<ch.apos/>s little six-year-old girl is missing. She was with the family when they left the bus and must still be close by, but with the storm now at its peak, everyone knows that her chances of survival outside are slim. Uncle Jonas calls for three volunteers to search for Maria, and immediately you step forward, as do Cutter and Kate.</p>
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<p>Cutter pats you on the shoulder: it is the signal to move. Silently, like a snake, you crawl across the open ground on your stomach, inching your way nearer to the entrance of the alley, which is sandwiched between two mounds of stinking garbage. A clansman appears from the shadows and you freeze in your tracks. With bated breath you watch as he dumps a sack of rubbish onto one of the mounds before turning around and disappearing into the dark.</p>
- <p>By the time you reach the alley it is deserted. Cautiously you advance along it, your knife held ready just in case you are forced to silence one of the town<ch.apos/>s inhabitants. The alley ends near the centre of the mall, where the remains of a huge marble fountain lie scattered across the tiled floor. The shop-lined avenues appear empty, so you enter the mall and make your way towards the truck depot. You have just turned a corner when you see a patrol of four Skull clansmen.</p>
+ <p>By the time you reach the alley it is deserted. Cautiously you advance along it, your knife held ready just in case you are forced to silence one of the town<ch.apos/>s inhabitants. The alley ends near the centre of the mall, where the remains of a huge marble fountain lie scattered across the tiled floor. The shop-lined avenues appear empty, so you enter the mall and make your way towards the truck depot. You have just turned a corner when you see a patrol of four Skull clansmen.</p>
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- <p>Instantly you dive through the doorway of a store to your right and crouch in the shadows. The patrol swaggers past the store without noticing you, and soon their footfalls have passed out of earshot.</p>
+ <p>Instantly you dive through the doorway of a store to your right and crouch in the shadows. The patrol swaggers past the store without noticing you, and soon <!--ERRTAG-RE-162870-->its footfalls<!--/ERRTAG-RE-162870--> have passed out of earshot.</p>
<choice idref="sect7">If you wish to search the store, <link-text>turn to 7</link-text>.</choice>
<choice idref="sect273">If you decide to leave the store and continue, <link-text>turn to 273</link-text>.</choice>
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- <p>You shout at your people to get away from the window as hurriedly you raise your pistol, take aim at the rider<ch.apos/>s chest and squeeze the trigger.</p>
+ <p>You shout at your people to get away from the window as hurriedly you raise your pistol, take aim at the rider<ch.apos/>s chest, and squeeze the trigger.</p>
<p>Pick a number from the <a idref="random">Random Number Table</a> and add to it your Shooting skill total.</p>
<choice idref="sect340">If your total score is 9 or less, <link-text>turn to 340</link-text>.</choice>
<choice idref="sect302">If your total score is 10 or more, <link-text>turn to 302</link-text>.</choice>
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- <p>You vault over the trunk and land feet-first in the driving seat, your hand poised to switch on the ignition. The engine growls, but before you can shift gear and speed away, there is another burst of gunfire. It shatters the windshield and forces you to throw yourself across the passenger seat to avoid being caught in a deadly crossfire. Then a savage voice screams a command and the firing ceases. You chance a glance over the dashboard and see, to your astonishment, a leather-clad punk come running towards you from out of the ruins. Long Jake takes aim. He fires, missing by a hand<ch.apos/>s breadth. Undeterred, the grim-faced renegade leaps into the car beside you, cackling like a maniac as he lunges for your throat with his flick knife.</p>
+ <p>You vault over the trunk and land feet-first in the driving seat, your hand poised to switch on the ignition. The engine growls, but before you can <!--ERRTAG-RE-168267-->shift gears<!--/ERRTAG-RE-168267--> and speed away, there is another burst of gunfire. It shatters the windshield and forces you to throw yourself across the passenger seat to avoid being caught in a deadly crossfire. Then a savage voice screams a command and the firing ceases. You chance a glance over the dashboard and see, to your astonishment, a leather-clad punk come running towards you from out of the ruins. Long Jake takes aim. He fires, missing by a hand<ch.apos/>s breadth. Undeterred, the grim-faced renegade leaps into the car beside you, cackling like a maniac as he lunges for your throat with his flick knife.</p>
<combat><enemy>Copperhead</enemy><enemy-attribute class="closecombatskill">14</enemy-attribute><enemy-attribute class="endurance">24</enemy-attribute></combat>
<p>Owing to the surprise of the attack, you must fight the first round of combat unarmed.</p>
<choice idref="sect63">If you win, <link-text>turn to 63</link-text>.</choice>
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- <p>You pull the transceiver out of your Backpack, flick the power switch on and key in the frequency that Pop Ewell monitors aboard the bus. <quote>Red Phoenix to DC1,</quote> you say, using your emergency call sign. <quote>I<ch.apos/>m pinned down by sniper fire. It<ch.apos/>s coming from the diner across the street. Suspect two clansmen. Request assistance.</quote></p>
+ <p>You pull the transceiver out of your Backpack, flick the power switch on, and key in the frequency that Pop Ewell monitors aboard the bus. <quote>Red Phoenix to DC1,</quote> you say, using your emergency call sign. <quote>I<ch.apos/>m pinned down by sniper fire. It<ch.apos/>s coming from the diner across the street. Suspect two clansmen. Request assistance.</quote></p>
<p>The tiny speaker crackles into life and you hear Cutter<ch.apos/>s voice reply: <quote>Hang in there, Cal. I<ch.apos/>ll circle <ch.apos/>round the back and flush <ch.apos/>em out.</quote></p>
<p>A minute later you see Cutter jump down from the bus and scurry across the rock-strewn ground behind the diner, cradling a shotgun, which he loads as he runs. He disappears behind the building, then a few moments later you hear a burst of gunfire and see a swarthy-faced man, dressed in western clothes, come running out of the front door with a pistol in his hand.</p>
<choice idref="sect143">If you possess a missile weapon, <link-text>turn to 143</link-text>.</choice>
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- <p>You pull over in order to check the battle damage and allow the rest of the convoy to catch up with you. Fortunately the vital rear sections of your roadster<ch.emdash/>the fuel tank, axle and tyres<ch.emdash/>are still intact. Most of the damage has been absorbed by the trunk and the fender, but the incident makes you sorely aware of the need for better protection, and you make a mental note to ask Cutter to help you reinforce the bodywork at the first opportunity.</p>
+ <p>You pull over in order to check the battle damage and allow the rest of the convoy to catch up with you. Fortunately the vital rear sections of your roadster<ch.emdash/>the fuel tank, axle, and tyres<ch.emdash/>are still intact. Most of the damage has been absorbed by the trunk and the fender, but the incident makes you sorely aware of the need for better protection, and you make a mental note to ask Cutter to help you reinforce the bodywork at the first opportunity.</p>
<p>A few minutes later the convoy arrives. Having passed the burning remains of your adversaries the others are relieved to find you still in one piece. You inform them that the bikers were Detroit Lions, probably scouts, and that you suspect that the clan is no more than thirty miles away. <quote>Well, at least those two you ran into won<ch.apos/>t be reporting our position to Mad Dog, or anyone else for that matter,</quote> says Cutter, wryly.</p>
<p><quote>Even so,</quote> says Uncle Jonas, <quote>we daren<ch.apos/>t afford t<ch.apos/> stop too long in any one place. We gotta keep ahead o<ch.apos/> that pack all the way to Big Spring.</quote></p>
<p>The next town on the freeway is Sweetwater. Most of the buildings are still standing, although few have roofs as a result of yesterday<ch.apos/>s storm. Except for a few hungry coyote that have come down from the hills looking for jack rabbits, the place is deserted.</p>
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<p>Pick a number from the <a idref="random">Random Number Table</a> and add to it your current Shooting skill level. Now decide how many bursts of fire you intend to launch at the target (minimum: one burst; maximum: five bursts ). For every burst, add one point to your current score.</p>
<p>Remember to deduct the relevant number of rounds from your Ammo Pouch.</p>
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- <p>You draw your gun, take aim and kill the Maverick machine gunner with a shot to the head.<a id="sect132-1" idref="sect132-1-foot" class="footnote" /> As he falls, you turn your weapon on the remaining biker, but he is using Kate as a shield and you dare not fire for fear of hitting her. With anger and fear welling up inside you, you reluctantly lower your gun.</p>
+ <p>You draw your gun, take aim
, and kill the Maverick machine gunner with a shot to the head.<a id="sect132-1" idref="sect132-1-foot" class="footnote" /> As he falls, you turn your weapon on the remaining biker, but he is using Kate as a shield and you dare not fire for fear of hitting her. With anger and fear welling up inside you, you reluctantly lower your gun.</p>
<choice idref="sect350"><link-text>Turn to 350</link-text>.</choice>
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<description>They are both afflicted with terminal radiation sickness. Death is already their companion.</description>
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<p><quote>Where are you from?</quote> you call, anxious to discover if there is a hot spot<ch.emdash/>a zone of radioactivity<ch.emdash/>nearby.</p>
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- <p>The dying screams of their chief dispels the trance into which the clansmen have fallen, but before they can act, you jump into the Thunderbird and twist the ignition key. The moment the antique engine growls into life, you stamp on the gas pedal and accelerate away from the crowd. In a cloud of dust and blue smoke you leave Cross Plains and return to the gas station where you parked your roadster. Before ditching the Thunderbird you search it thoroughly and discover that the trunk contains a Pistol and three rounds of 9mm ammunition. Then, with night drawing in, you climb into your own car and drive away at top speed.</p>
+ <p>The dying <!--ERRTAG-RE-197220-->screams of their chief dispel<!--/ERRTAG-RE-197220--> the trance into which the clansmen have fallen, but before they can act, you jump into the Thunderbird and twist the ignition key. The moment the antique engine growls into life, you stamp on the gas pedal and accelerate away from the crowd. In a cloud of dust and blue smoke you leave Cross Plains and return to the gas station where you parked your roadster. Before ditching the Thunderbird you search it thoroughly and discover that the trunk contains a Pistol and three rounds of 9mm ammunition. Then, with night drawing in, you climb into your own car and drive away at top speed.</p>
<p>When you reach Rising Star you find that the convoy is awaiting your return with trepidation. Because you are so long overdue, they feared that you had fallen foul of Mad Dog Michigan and his bikers. You tell them what happened to you in Cross Plains and everyone agrees that, with darkness almost upon you, it is too dangerous to continue.</p>
<p>The night at Rising Star passes uneventfully and at first light the convoy sets off cross-country towards Abilene. The arid, stony bed of Pecan Bayou provides excellent cover from the surrounding high ground and leads the convoy northwest, back towards Freeway 20. It is shortly after midday when you reach the freeway, from which you can see the outskirts of Abilene less than five miles distant.</p>
<choice idref="sect100"><link-text>Turn to 100</link-text>.</choice>
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<meta><title>143</title></meta>
+ <footnotes>
+ <footnote id="sect143-1-foot" idref="sect143-1">
+ <p>Remember to deduct the relevant number of rounds from your Ammo Pouch.</p>
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- <p>The fleeing man sees you and fires twice, but his aim is awry and the bullets pass high above your head. You raise your gun and order him to stop but he ignores your call. He shoots again and you return fire, killing him cleanly with a shot to the heart.</p>
+ <p>The fleeing man sees you and fires twice, but his aim is awry and the bullets pass high above your head. You raise your gun and order him to stop but he ignores your call. He shoots again and you return fire, killing him cleanly with a shot to the heart.<a id="sect143-1" idref="sect143-1-foot" class="footnote" /></p>
<p>Cutter appears and beckons you over to the diner. Inside the doorway lies the body of another man, a rifle resting across his bloodstained chest. <quote>I reckon these two were from that Maverick gang that Rickenbacker warned us about,</quote> says Cutter, as he searches through the dead man<ch.apos/>s pockets. <quote>Seems like the Lions ain<ch.apos/>t the only ones we gotta look out for.</quote></p>
<p>You help Cutter search the bodies and the diner. You discover the following items:</p>
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<p>The clansman to your right shouts something but the rush of wind steals his words. You sense something land in the car, and when you turn to look, you are horrified to see a live grenade lying on the passenger seat beside you.</p>
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- <p>Fifty miles of broken highway lie between you and the town of Albany. By mid-afternoon the temperature has climbed above 110<ch.deg/> Fahrenheit, and the combined effects of the scorching heat and the poor road surface begins to take its toll on those travelling aboard the crowded bus. As you approach the outskirts of a small town called Moran, Cutter signals for you to stop. <quote>We<ch.apos/>ve got six people down with heat exhaustion and four more on the brink,</quote> he says, his face awash with sweat. <quote>We<ch.apos/>ve got to get <ch.apos/>em out of this travelling oven and let <ch.apos/>em rest awhile in the shade.</quote></p>
+ <p>Fifty miles of broken highway lie between you and the town of Albany. By mid-afternoon the temperature has climbed above 110<ch.deg/> Fahrenheit, and the <!--ERRTAG-RE-222553-->combined effects of the scorching heat and the poor road surface begin<!--/ERRTAG-RE-222553--> to take its toll on those travelling aboard the crowded bus. As you approach the outskirts of a small town called Moran, Cutter signals for you to stop. <quote>We<ch.apos/>ve got six people down with heat exhaustion and four more on the brink,</quote> he says, his face awash with sweat. <quote>We<ch.apos/>ve got to get <ch.apos/>em out of this travelling oven and let <ch.apos/>em rest awhile in the shade.</quote></p>
<p>You suggest that the convoy waits in Moran while you go on ahead to make sure that Albany is safe to enter. By the time you have checked it out and returned, the worst of the afternoon heat will have passed and the colony will be better able to continue. Before you leave for Albany you must take a Drink or lose 3 <typ class="attribute">ENDURANCE</typ> points. Unless you possess a tub of <typ class="item">Salt</typ>, you must reduce your current <typ class="attribute">ENDURANCE</typ> score by 4 points, due to excessive salt loss.</p>
<choice idref="sect343"><link-text>Turn to 343</link-text>.</choice>
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<p><quote>You had better take this with you,</quote> says Pop Ewell, reaching into a satchel that he carries over his shoulder. He removes a hand-held transceiver and offers it to you. <quote>It<ch.apos/>s tuned to 153 megahertz. I<ch.apos/>ll be listenin<ch.apos/> out for you the whole time you<ch.apos/>re away.</quote></p>
- <p>You take the <typ class="item">CB Radio</typ> (mark this on your <a idref="action">Action Chart</a> as a Backpack Item<ch.emdash/>you must discard another item in its favour if you already carry the maximum quota of items), check the setting and make sure there is sufficient power left in its miniaturized solar-pac before you walk to your roadster.</p>
+ <p>You take the <typ class="item">CB Radio</typ> (mark this on your <a idref="action">Action Chart</a> as a Backpack Item<ch.emdash/>you must discard another item in its favour if you already carry the maximum quota of items), check the setting, and make sure there is sufficient power left in its miniaturized solar-pac before you walk to your roadster.</p>
<p><quote>Good luck, Cal,</quote> says Uncle Jonas, as you switch on your ignition and check your instrumentation. <quote>Don<ch.apos/>t take no unnecessary risks, y<ch.apos/>hear!</quote></p>
<p>With a wave, you bid him farewell, before accelerating the roadster along the highway that leads to Mineral Wells.</p>
<choice idref="sect325"><link-text>Turn to 325</link-text>.</choice>
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- <p>You park beside the control tower, switch off the engine, then wait. Only when you are sure that the area is deserted do you leave your vehicle and enter the derelict building. A spiral staircase leads to the main control room where once-sophisticated technology now lies scorched and twisted beyond recognition. You open a service hatch to find yourself staring at the skeletal remains of an air force sergeant.</p>
+ <p>You park beside the control tower, switch off the engine, then wait. Only when you are sure that the area is deserted do you leave your vehicle and enter the derelict building. A spiral staircase leads to the main control room where once-sophisticated technology now lies scorched and twisted beyond recognition. You open a service hatch to find yourself staring at the skeletal remains of an air force sergeant.</p>
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<p>You regain your composure quickly and move to close the hatch. Then you notice that a holster and ammunition pouch are still attached to the dead soldier<ch.apos/>s belt, and your scavenger<ch.apos/>s instincts get the better of you.</p>
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<p>You step away from Meltdown<ch.apos/>s body and turn to face the cheering crowd. Manhattan comes striding towards you, his face beaming, delighted that you have disposed of his would-be rival. <quote>Nice work, kid. I knew y<ch.apos/>was a Kicker when I first set eyes on you,</quote> he says glibly. Then he calls to one of his sidekicks and says something to him that you cannot hear. <quote>Follow Tweet,</quote> he says, nodding to his grimy, one-eyed helper. <quote>He<ch.apos/>ll give you some chow and make sure you get some new equipment. Come see me in an hour<ch.emdash/>I<ch.apos/>ve got a special job for you.</quote></p>
- <p>Tweet takes you to a motel near the centre of town, where he offers you enough food for one Meal, enough water for two Drinks, and a choice of the following weapons, ammunition and equipment:</p>
+ <p>Tweet takes you to a motel near the centre of town, where he offers you enough food for one Meal, enough water for two Drinks, and a choice of the following weapons, ammunition, and equipment:</p>
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<li>Machine Pistol plus twenty rounds of 9mm ammunition</li>
<li>Pistol plus six rounds of 9mm ammunition</li>
<p>The tyre on the right-side front wheel is completely flat. Wearily you climb out of the driving seat and go to inspect the damage. As you stoop to remove the spike, a shot rings out.</p>
<p>Add your current <typ class="attribute">ENDURANCE</typ> points score to your Stealth skill total.</p>
<choice idref="sect19">If your total score is now 8 or less, <link-text>turn to 19</link-text>.</choice>
- <choice idref="sect65">If your total is now 9-14, <link-text>turn to 65</link-text>.</choice>
+ <choice idref="sect65">If your total is now 9<ch.endash/>14, <link-text>turn to 65</link-text>.</choice>
<choice idref="sect248">If your total is 15 or more, <link-text>turn to 248</link-text>.</choice>
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<p>Breathlessly you climb the iron staircase to the roof. Three times your foot plunges through the rust-weakened steps and three times you nearly fall, but each time you manage to recover your footing and drive yourself onwards. Shots ring out and bullets fly, drawing sparks as they slam into the ironwork; the manic shouts of the angry mob echo loudly in the alley below.</p>
- <p>After what seems like an eternity you reach the top of the fire escape and stagger onto the warehouse roof. You are feeling light-headed and nauseous due to the combined effects of heat, exertion and fear. Your vision swims in and out of focus and you are finding it difficult to concentrate.</p>
+ <p>After what seems like an eternity you reach the top of the fire escape and stagger onto the warehouse roof. You are feeling light-headed and nauseous due to the combined effects of heat, exertion, and fear. Your vision swims in and out of focus and you are finding it difficult to concentrate.</p>
<p>Pick a number from the <a idref="random">Random Number Table</a>. If your current <typ class="attribute">ENDURANCE</typ> points score is 19 or more, add 2 to the number you have picked.</p>
<choice idref="sect225">If your total score is now 0<ch.endash/>4, <link-text>turn to 225</link-text>.</choice>
<choice idref="sect202">If it is 5 or more, <link-text>turn to 202</link-text>.</choice>
<footnotes>
<footnote id="sect174-1-foot" idref="sect174-1">
- <p>Remember to deduct a round of 9mm ammunition from your Ammo Pouch.</p>
+ <p>Remember to deduct the relevant number of 9mm rounds from your Ammo Pouch.</p>
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- <p>You have been driving for little over an hour when you see a bridge in the distance and notice a glint of sunlight bouncing off a point near the centre of the parapet. Not until you are within 100 yards of the bridge do you realize what is causing the refraction: it is the telescopic sight of a sniper<ch.apos/>s rifle and it is aimed directly at you.</p>
+ <p>You have been driving for little over an hour when you see a bridge in the distance and notice a glint of sunlight bouncing off a point near the centre of the parapet. Not until you are within 100 yards of the bridge do you realize what is causing the <!--ERRTAG-RE-252367-->reflection<!--/ERRTAG-RE-252367-->: it is the telescopic sight of a sniper<ch.apos/>s rifle and it is aimed directly at you.</p>
<p>Pick a number from the <a idref="random">Random Number Table</a>, and add it to your Driving and Stealth skill totals.</p>
<choice idref="sect326">If your total score is now 7 or less, <link-text>turn to 326</link-text>.</choice>
- <choice idref="sect104">If your total is now 8-13, <link-text>turn to 104</link-text>.</choice>
+ <choice idref="sect104">If your total is now 8<ch.endash/>13, <link-text>turn to 104</link-text>.</choice>
<choice idref="sect21">If your total is now 14 or more, <link-text>turn to 21</link-text>.</choice>
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- <p>The twin beams of your headlights cast a white corridor of light along Freeway 20 as you overtake and pull in to take your place at the head of the convoy. With the memory of the biker<ch.apos/>s raid still fresh in your mind, you cast frequent glances in your rear-view mirror to make sure that the clansmen are not on your tail.</p>
+ <p>The twin beams of your headlights cast a white corridor of light along Freeway 20 as you overtake and pull in to take your place at the head of the convoy. With the memory of the bikers<ch.apos/> raid still fresh in your mind, you cast frequent glances in your rear-view mirror to make sure that the clansmen are not on your tail.</p>
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<p>The road climbs steadily for several miles as it approaches the mountains of Erath County. A signpost reflects the glare of your lights, announcing your entry to the town of Thurber, which once had a population of 5,006. You contemplate that figure, wondering how many, if any, inhabitants are still alive, when you are distracted by a light flashing in your mirror. It is the bus: Uncle Jonas is signalling for you to stop.</p>
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<p>Add your current <typ class="attribute">ENDURANCE</typ> points score to your Stealth skill total.</p>
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- <p>A sudden sound to your left betrays the hiding place of a would-be ambusher. You spin on your heel, drawing your hunting knife and tensing yourself in expectation of an attack. Lurking in the doorway is a scrawny youth dressed in tattered buckskin. His clothes, and the coloured stripes that mark his face, remind you of books you read when you were young; books with pictures of Red Indian braves, who fought the cowboys of the old West. The youth screams a curse and casts a rope lasso around your shoulders, but before he can draw it tight, you sever it with one sweep of your razor-sharp blade. His scream echoes across the street and draws forth others of his kind all of them dressed in similar Red Indian costumes. They advance towards you, brandishing knives and axes, and you turn and run in fear for your life.</p>
+ <p>A sudden sound to your left betrays the hiding place of a would-be ambusher. You spin on your heel, drawing your hunting knife and tensing yourself in expectation of an attack. Lurking in the doorway is a scrawny youth dressed in tattered buckskin. His clothes, and the coloured stripes that mark his face, remind you of books you read when you were young; books with pictures of Red Indian braves, who fought the cowboys of the old West. The youth screams a curse and casts a rope lasso around your shoulders, but before he can draw it tight, you sever it with one sweep of your razor-sharp blade. His scream echoes across the street and draws forth others of his kind, all of them dressed in similar Red Indian costumes. They advance towards you, brandishing knives and axes, and you turn and run in fear for your life.</p>
<p>As you run past the entrance to a small bar, another group appears on the sidewalk less than twenty yards ahead. Shots ring out, forcing you to dive for cover inside the bar. Fortunately the place is deserted, but the angry screams of the mob grow louder by the second. Quickly you scan the gloomy interior, searching for a way out or a place to hide. Two possibilities present themselves: the staircase to the first floor, and the counter at the rear of the bar.</p>
<choice idref="sect286">If you wish to ascend the stairs to the first floor, <link-text>turn to 286</link-text>.</choice>
<choice idref="sect118">If you wish to hide behind the counter, <link-text>turn to 118</link-text>.</choice>
<creator>Melvyn Grant</creator>
<description>Coolly the figure raises a rifle and takes aim at your windshield.</description>
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<p>Add together your current levels of Field Craft and Perception. Now, pick a number from the <a idref="random">Random Number Table</a> (0 = zero) and add this to your score.</p>
- <choice idref="sect155">If your total is now 6-12, <link-text>turn to 155</link-text>.</choice>
+ <choice idref="sect155">If your total is now 6<ch.endash/>12, <link-text>turn to 155</link-text>.</choice>
<choice idref="sect46">If it is 13 or more, <link-text>turn to 46</link-text>.</choice>
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<p>Despite your anxiety you manage to get a few hours sleep before dawn. As the sky brightens, Uncle Jonas voices his fear that the vehicles are far too exposed out on the highway, where they can easily be spotted and will be sure to attract another raid like the one you endured last night at Santo. Cutter agrees, so before you set off for Strawn he fixes a line to the back of the tanker and tows the bus into a nearby gully.</p>
<p>There, Uncle Jonas and the others set to work dismantling the broken steering linkage, while Mountain Goat draws a map of Strawn, showing the location of the truck depot. He hands the sketch to Cutter, and you and he check your equipment and bid farewell to the others before setting off.</p>
<p>Two hours later you catch sight of the fortified town. It is perched on a ridge of high ground and enjoys an unobstructed view over the surrounding land. You note its perimeter wall, constructed of rubble and old cars, and the crudely built watchtowers that command its freeway approaches. It seems to you that it would be impossible for a large group, or even a single vehicle to approach this town undetected, yet the rocky terrain that surrounds it enables you and Cutter to crawl to within a few hundred yards of the perimeter wall without being seen.</p>
- <p>Patiently you observe the inhabitants of Strawn while waiting for night to fall. During your long vigil you must eat a Meal (or lose 3 <typ class="attribute">ENDURANCE</typ> points) and take two Drinks (or lose 6 <typ class="attribute">ENDURANCE</typ> points). You identify two weak links in the defensive wall: one is an alley that services an old shopping mall; the other is a chain-link fence that surrounds a derelict amusement park at the edge of town. Cutter suggests that you enter Strawn separately in order to minimize the risk of being seen, then meet at the depot itself. He offers you first choice of approach.</p>
+ <p>Patiently you observe the inhabitants of Strawn while waiting for night to fall. During your long vigil you must eat a Meal (or lose 3 <typ class="attribute">ENDURANCE</typ> points) and <!--ERRTAG-RE-304239-->take two Drinks (or lose 3 <typ class="attribute">ENDURANCE</typ> points per drink missed)<!--/ERRTAG-RE-304239-->. You identify two weak links in the defensive wall: one is an alley that services an old shopping mall; the other is a chain-link fence that surrounds a derelict amusement park at the edge of town. Cutter suggests that you enter Strawn separately in order to minimize the risk of being seen, then meet at the depot itself. He offers you first choice of approach.</p>
<choice idref="sect103">If you wish to enter Strawn via the alley, <link-text>turn to 103</link-text>.</choice>
<choice idref="sect60">If you decide to enter the town via the amusement park, <link-text>turn to 60</link-text>.</choice>
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<description>The tanker catches and spins the torn wreckage directly into your path.</description>
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- <p>The clansman screams his death
cry and crashes to the ground. Quickly you prise the Machete (3) from his hand and scan the street in search of an escape route. (Remember to record the Machete on your <a idref="action">Action Chart</a>.)</p>
+ <p>The clansman screams his death
-cry and crashes to the ground. Quickly you prise the Machete (3) from his hand and scan the street in search of an escape route. (Remember to record the Machete on your <a idref="action">Action Chart</a>.)</p>
<p>Carefully you consider the only two routes that appear open to you. You can either run east along the main street, and back towards your car, retracing the route by which you entered Cross Plains; or you can run in the opposite direction and attempt to hide in the maze of alleys that once serviced the town stores.</p>
<choice idref="sect110">If you wish to run east, <link-text>turn to 110</link-text>.</choice>
<choice idref="sect321">If you decide to run west, <link-text>turn to 321</link-text>.</choice>
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- <p>You fire and immediately the sniper clutches his chest.<a id="sect229-1" idref="sect229-1-foot" class="footnote" /> He gives a loud scream and then tumbles over the parapet, landing with a thud on the sidewalk below. With grim satisfaction you stare at his body, but your gaze is distracted when a column of motor cycles<ch.emdash/>the main body of the clan<ch.emdash/>rides into view. They are now less than a mile from the bridge. <quote>C<ch.apos/>mon you two!</quote> shouts Cutter. <quote>It<ch.apos/>s time to go.</quote></p>
- <p>The tanker has made it across the platform and is no parked with the other vehicles on the far side of the river. You leave the factory and run back towards the bridge. When you reach the position that Kate is defending, you say breathlessly: <quote>Set the bomb<ch.ellips/> I<ch.apos/>ll stay here and cover you!</quote></p>
- <p>Tensely you watch the clansmen as they gun their bikes along the freeway, and you glance repeatedly over your shoulder, praying for Kate to signal that the bomb is ready. Then the front line of bikers open fire with their machine pistols, and suddenly the air is filled with the whine and whistle of bullets. <quote>It<ch.apos/>s ready!</quote> shouts Kate, and takes off across the bridge at a run.</p>
- <p>Add together your current <typ class="attribute">ENDURANCE</typ> POINTS score and your Stealth skill total. (Note: If your <typ class="attribute">ENDURANCE</typ> score is low and you are heavily encumbered, it may be advisable to discard some of your Backpack Items in order to increase your Stealth skill level).</p>
+ <p>You fire and immediately the sniper clutches his chest.<a id="sect229-1" idref="sect229-1-foot" class="footnote" /> He gives a loud scream and then tumbles over the parapet, landing with a thud on the sidewalk below. With grim satisfaction you stare at his body, but your gaze is distracted when a column of motorcycles<ch.emdash/>the main body of the clan<ch.emdash/>rides into view. They are now less than a mile from the bridge. <quote>C<ch.apos/>mon you two!</quote> shouts Cutter. <quote>It<ch.apos/>s time to go.</quote></p>
+ <p>The tanker has made it across the platform and is now parked with the other vehicles on the far side of the river. You leave the factory and run back towards the bridge. When you reach the position that Kate is defending, you say breathlessly: <quote>Set the bomb<ch.ellips/> I<ch.apos/>ll stay here and cover you!</quote></p>
+ <p>Tensely you watch the clansmen as they gun their bikes along the freeway, and you glance repeatedly over your shoulder, praying for Kate to signal that the bomb is ready. Then the front line of bikers <!--ERRTAG-RE-313134-->opens fire<!--/ERRTAG-RE-313134--> with their machine pistols, and suddenly the air is filled with the whine and whistle of bullets. <quote>It<ch.apos/>s ready!</quote> <!--ERRTAG-RE-313343-->shouts Kate and takes off<!--/ERRTAG-RE-313343--> across the bridge at a run.</p>
+ <p>Add together your current <typ class="attribute">ENDURANCE</typ> points score and your Stealth skill total. (Note: If your <typ class="attribute">ENDURANCE</typ> score is low and you are heavily encumbered, it may be advisable to discard some of your Backpack Items in order to increase your Stealth skill level).</p>
<choice idref="sect324">If your total is 11 or less, <link-text>turn to 324</link-text>.</choice>
<choice idref="sect200">If your total is 12 or more, <link-text>turn to 200</link-text>.</choice>
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<p>Your attacker screams and falls backwards out of the car, disappearing into the cloud of dust that is being kicked up by your heavy-duty racing tyres. But no sooner has one danger passed than another looms into view. The combat has distracted your attention from the land ahead and, as you regain full control of the roadster, you find yourself hurtling straight towards the overturned wreck of an ambulance.</p>
<p>Pick a number from the <a idref="random">Random Number Table</a> and add to it your current Driving skill total.</p>
- <choice idref="sect345">If your total is now 3-8, <link-text>turn to 345</link-text>.</choice>
+ <choice idref="sect345">If your total is now 3<ch.endash/>8, <link-text>turn to 345</link-text>.</choice>
<choice idref="sect95">If it is 9 or more, <link-text>turn to 95</link-text>.</choice>
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<p><quote>The hell you will!</quote> shouts Cutter in reply, and looses off a round from his old Colt .45 to reinforce his answer. You glance over the top of the slope and try to estimate the enemy<ch.apos/>s strength. The punks are well hidden but three motorcycles are visible in the distance. <quote>It<ch.apos/>s a bluff</quote>, you whisper. <quote>I reckon there can only be six of them at most.</quote></p>
- <p>The muffled sounds of crying can be heard aboard the bus as the children take fright at the unexpected sound of gunfire. Uncle Jonas and Harvey Harlan, known affectionately as <quote>Hammer Harlan</quote> by the rest of DC1, jump out of the boarding door and run towards you, both of them cradling loaded shotguns. Hurriedly you make a plan: Uncle Jonas, Kate and Hammer will stay here and give covering fire while you and Cutter circle around behind the punks<ch.apos/> positions and attempt to flush them out into the open. It is a bold move but one that must be attempted. If the punks manage to pin you down until more of their gang arrive, then the fate of the convoy will be sealed.</p>
+ <p>The muffled sounds of crying can be heard aboard the bus as the children take fright at the unexpected sound of gunfire. Uncle Jonas and Harvey Harlan, known affectionately as <quote>Hammer Harlan</quote> by the rest of DC1, jump out of the boarding door and run towards you, both of them cradling loaded shotguns. Hurriedly you make a plan: Uncle Jonas, Kate, and Hammer will stay here and give covering fire while you and Cutter circle around behind the punks<ch.apos/> positions and attempt to flush them out into the open. It is a bold move but one that must be attempted. If the punks manage to pin you down until more of their gang arrive, then the fate of the convoy will be sealed.</p>
<choice idref="sect37">If you possess a Shotgun, <link-text>turn to 37</link-text>.</choice>
<choice idref="sect208">If you do not possess this missile weapon, <link-text>turn to 208</link-text>.</choice>
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- <p>An eerie silence is broken by Long Jake, who shouts out: <quote><ch.thinspace/><ch.apos/>Taint over yet, Cal. There<ch.apos/>s more of them damn peckerwoods hidin<ch.apos/> out there somewhere!</quote> As if to prove his point, two single shots ring out, almost simultaneously, and ricochet off the storehouse wall. <quote>Watch your sides,</quote> Jake yells. <quote>Don<ch.apos/>t let <ch.apos/>em circle you.</quote></p>
+ <p>An eerie silence is broken by Long Jake, who <!--ERRTAG-RE-334542-->shouts out,<!--/ERRTAG-RE-334542--> <quote><ch.thinspace/><ch.apos/>Taint over yet, Cal. There<ch.apos/>s more of them damn peckerwoods hidin<ch.apos/> out there somewhere!</quote> As if to prove his point, two single shots ring out, almost simultaneously, and ricochet off the storehouse wall. <quote>Watch your sides,</quote> Jake yells. <quote>Don<ch.apos/>t let <ch.apos/>em circle you.</quote></p>
<p>You sense someone, or something, moving among the ruined shops away to your right. They are trying to get into a position where they will have a clear shot at you. If you are to survive this ambush you had better find somewhere less exposed.</p>
<choice idref="sect126">If you wish to make a dash for the store, <link-text>turn to 126</link-text>.</choice>
<choice idref="sect142">If you decide to jump into your roadster and take off along the main street, <link-text>turn to 142</link-text>.</choice>
<p>A violent gust blows you off your feet and rolls you along the ground. Wearily you rise to your knees and radio Cutter for assistance, telling him what you have heard. He replies that it was probably a trick of the storm, and that you must continue the search or, if the wind is too strong in your area, abandon it and return to the school. Less than a minute later you hear the voice again, and desperately you try to pinpoint its source.</p>
<p>Pick a number from the <a idref="random">Random Number Table</a> and add to it your current Perception skill total.</p>
<choice idref="sect67">If your total score is now 10 or less, <link-text>turn to 67</link-text>.</choice>
- <choice idref="sect199">If your total score Is now 11 or more, <link-text>turn to 199</link-text>.</choice>
+ <choice idref="sect199">If your total score is now 11 or more, <link-text>turn to 199</link-text>.</choice>
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- <p>You draw back the bolt of your C-12 and shout at your people to get away from the window as you hurriedly take aim at the rider<ch.apos/>s chest.</p>
+ <p>You draw back the bolt of your G-12 and shout at your people to get away from the window as you hurriedly take aim at the rider<ch.apos/>s chest.</p>
<p>Pick a number from the <a idref="random">Random Number Table</a> and add to it your Shooting skill total.</p>
<choice idref="sect340">If your total score is 8 or less, <link-text>turn to 340</link-text>.</choice>
<choice idref="sect302">If your total score is 9 or more, <link-text>turn to 302</link-text>.</choice>
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- <description><ch.lsquot/>Heng will be appeased!<ch.rsquot/> screams the chief, and lunges once more at your heart.</description>
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<p>Instinctively you dive away from the window, your speedy reactions saving you from being cut down by the swathe of bullets. Then you hear a man scream and abruptly the firing ceases. You chance a glance out of the window to see the sniper falling from the parapet, clutching at his chest as he crashes to the sidewalk below. With a smile you signal a thumbs-up to Kate and she returns your thanks with a wave of her rifle.</p>
<p>A few minutes later a column of motorcycles<ch.emdash/>the main body of the clan<ch.emdash/>rides into view. They are now less than a mile from the bridge, <quote>C<ch.apos/>mon you two!</quote> shouts Cutter. <quote>It<ch.apos/>s time to go.</quote></p>
<p>The tanker has made it across the platform and is now parked with the other vehicles on the far side of the river. You leave the factory and run back towards the bridge. When you reach the position that Kate is defending, you say breathlessly: <quote>Set the bomb<ch.ellips/> I<ch.apos/>ll stay here and cover you!</quote></p>
- <p>Tensely you watch the clansmen as they gun their bikes along the freeway, and you glance repeatedly over your shoulder, praying for Kate to signal that the bomb is ready. Then the front line of bikers open fire with their machine pistols, and suddenly the air is filled with the whine and whistle of bullets. <quote>Its ready!</quote> shouts Kate, and takes off across the bridge at a run.</p>
+ <p>Tensely you watch the clansmen as they gun their bikes along the freeway, and you glance repeatedly over your shoulder, praying for Kate to signal that the bomb is ready. Then the front line of bikers <!--ERRTAG-RE-346349-->opens fire<!--/ERRTAG-RE-346349--> with their machine pistols, and suddenly the air is filled with the whine and whistle of bullets. <quote>Its ready!</quote> <!--ERRTAG-RE-346548-->shouts Kate and takes off<!--/ERRTAG-RE-346548--> across the bridge at a run.</p>
<p>Add together your current <typ class="attribute">ENDURANCE</typ> points score and your stealth skill total. (NOTE: if your <typ class="attribute">ENDURANCE</typ> score is low and you are heavily encumbered, it may be advisable to discard some of your Backpack Items in order to increase your Stealth skill level.)</p>
<choice idref="sect324">If your total is 11 or less, <link-text>turn to 324</link-text>.</choice>
<choice idref="sect200">If your total is 12 or more, <link-text>turn to 200</link-text>.</choice>
<p>You snatch your Beretta 92 from its holster and flick back the safety as you level it at the leading dog. You take aim between its wild, feral eyes, but as you squeeze the trigger it leaps up and your bullet strikes low, catching it in the throat.<a id="sect261-1" idref="sect261-1-foot" class="footnote" /> The dog crashes to the ground, mortally wounded, yet the others continue to advance, undeterred. They leap across the body of their injured brother and hurl themselves at your chest.</p>
<p>Pick a number from the <a idref="random">Random Number Table</a> and add to it your current Shooting skill total. Now decide how many rounds you wish to fire at the remaining dogs (minimum: one round; maximum: five rounds). For every round you fire, add 1 point to your score.</p>
<choice idref="sect64">If your total score is now 10 or less, <link-text>turn to 64</link-text>.</choice>
- <choice idref="sect190">If your total score is now 1l or more, <link-text>turn to 190</link-text>.</choice>
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<p><quote>What is it?</quote> you ask, curiously.</p>
<p><quote>The guy you killed back there in the store, the one who wasted Long Jake, well, his name was Stinger,</quote> she replies, as if the name should mean something to you.</p>
<p><quote>So, what of it?</quote> you say, quizzically.</p>
- <p><quote>Well<ch.ellips/> he was Mad Dog Michigan<ch.apos/>s brother. When the others report what has happened to him, Mad Dog<ch.apos/>s gonna be after us for sure. The guy<ch.apos/>s a psycho. Believe me, I know. He<ch.apos/>ll stop at nothing to get even.</quote></p>
+ <p><quote>Well<ch.ellips/> he was Mad Dog Michigan<ch.apos/>s brother. When the others report what has happened to him, Mad Dog<ch.apos/>s gonna be after us for sure. The guy<ch.apos/>s a psycho. <!--ERRTAG-RE-353478-->Believe me; I know<!--/ERRTAG-RE-353478-->. He<ch.apos/>ll stop at nothing to get even.</quote></p>
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- <p>You lead the convoy along the split and cratered surface of State Highway 571, across a wasteland of bleached hills and scorched scrub. In the distance you see mountains<ch.emdash/>the twin summits of Caddo Peaks and the craggy outline of Spring Mesa<ch.emdash/>standing sharp and clear against the backdrop of a cloudless sky. By mid-afternoon the temperature has climbed to 110<ch.deg/> Fahrenheit, and the combined effects of the heat and poor road surface begin to take their toll. Two miles inside Comanche County, the tanker is forced to halt with an overheated engine. Luckily, the breakdown occurs within sight of the Sabanna River, now little more than a torpid stream, and enough water is soon collected to enable the tanker to continue. (If you wish, you can refill your Water Canteen at the river at the cost of one Medi-kit unit).</p>
+ <p>You lead the convoy along the split and cratered surface of State Highway 571, across a wasteland of bleached hills and scorched scrub. In the distance you see mountains<ch.emdash/>the twin summits of Caddo Peaks and the craggy outline of Spring Mesa<ch.emdash/>standing sharp and clear against the backdrop of a cloudless sky. By mid-afternoon the temperature has climbed to 110<ch.deg/> Fahrenheit, and the combined effects of the heat and poor road surface begin to take their toll. Two miles inside Comanche County, the tanker is forced to halt with an overheated engine. Luckily, the breakdown occurs within sight of the <!--ERRTAG-RE-355780-->Sabana River<!--/ERRTAG-RE-355780-->, now little more than a torpid stream, and enough water is soon collected to enable the tanker to continue. (If you wish, you can refill your Water Canteen at the river at the cost of one Medi-kit unit).</p>
<p>Gradually the road turns westwards and climbs towards high plains country. Then, as you approach the outskirts of a town called Rising Star, Cutter signals to you to stop. <quote>We<ch.apos/>ve got six people down with heat exhaustion, and four more on the brink,</quote> he says, his face awash with sweat. <quote>We<ch.apos/>ve got to get <ch.apos/>em out of this travelling oven and let <ch.apos/>em rest awhile in the shade.</quote></p>
<p>You suggest that the convoy waits in Rising Star while you go on ahead to make sure that Cross Plains is safe to enter. By the time you have checked it out and returned, the worst of the afternoon heat will have passed and the colony will be in better shape to continue. Before you leave for Cross Plains you must take a drink or lose 3 <typ class="attribute">ENDURANCE</typ> points. Unless you possess a tub of <typ class="item">Salt</typ>, you must reduce your current <typ class="attribute">ENDURANCE</typ> total by 4 points, due to excessive salt loss.</p>
<choice idref="sect42"><link-text>Turn to 42</link-text>.</choice>
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<p>After two hours of painfully slow driving, the convoy reaches the far side of the lake, only to discover a hostile reception awaiting it. Just as you had suspected, the spy you saw earlier was a city gang member, one of a group of bikers out foraging for food. He has alerted the others in his group and now they lie in ambush, like a pack of hungry jackals, waiting for the convoy to come within range of their guns.</p>
- <p>You have just cleared the top of the slope that marks the old shoreline of Lake Lewisville when the bikers make their presence felt. A volley of shots ricochet off the hood and side of your roadster, forcing you to swerve to a halt. Grabbing your gun, you leap out of the car and scream a warning to the others as you take cover at the edge of the lake. Cutter and Kate come running up the slope to join you but, just as they reach your side, a harsh voice yells out: <quote>There are more than thirty of us here and we<ch.apos/>re armed to the teeth. You don<ch.apos/>t stand a chance. Throw down your weapons and surrender and we<ch.apos/>ll spare your lives!</quote></p>
+ <p>You have just cleared the top of the slope that marks the old shoreline of Lake Lewisville when the bikers make their presence felt. <!--ERRTAG-RE-357909-->A volley of shots ricochets<!--/ERRTAG-RE-357909--> off the hood and side of your roadster, forcing you to swerve to a halt. Grabbing your gun, you leap out of the car and scream a warning to the others as you take cover at the edge of the lake. Cutter and Kate come running up the slope to join you but, just as they reach your side, a harsh voice yells out: <quote>There are more than thirty of us here and we<ch.apos/>re armed to the teeth. You don<ch.apos/>t stand a chance. Throw down your weapons and surrender and we<ch.apos/>ll spare your lives!</quote></p>
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<p>Intrigued by Cutter<ch.apos/>s reply, you follow him out of the stores building, across a parking lot and into another section of the depot that is marked:</p>
<signpost>ZONE 3: MUNICIPAL VEHICLE SERVICING</signpost>
<p>After searching four of the dozen service bays, finally he discovers what he is looking for: a school bus. <quote>Cal, you keep y<ch.apos/>eyes open while I strip the linkage out o<ch.apos/> this baby. Give me an hour an<ch.apos/> we<ch.apos/>ll be on our way.</quote></p>
- <p>Nervously you stand guard at the door to the service bay while Cutter works. All is quiet until, forty minutes later, you see something moving among the vehicles on the far side of the parking, lot: it is a drunken clansman. Slowly he staggers nearer, taking alternating gulps from the bottles clutched in either hand. He is about to pass on his way when Cutter drops a spanner. The ringing noise pierces his drunken stupor and prompts him to investigate.</p>
+ <p>Nervously you stand guard at the door to the service bay while Cutter works. All is quiet until, forty minutes later, you see something moving among the vehicles on the far side of the parking lot: it is a drunken clansman. Slowly he staggers nearer, taking alternating gulps from the bottles clutched in either hand. He is about to pass on his way when Cutter drops a spanner. The ringing noise pierces his drunken stupor and prompts him to investigate.</p>
<p><quote>Trouble on its way!</quote> you whisper to Cutter, but your warning is too late. A moment later, the clansman comes lurching through the open door, brandishing his bottles like clubs. He sees you and screams an oath as he gets ready to launch his attack.</p>
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<p>Two shots are fired almost simultaneously, filling the bar with a deafening explosion of noise. They rip open the front of the counter less than five feet from where you are crouching, bringing down most of the rickety shelves that line the back wall. Amid a cascade of bottles and glasses, you scurry towards the end of the counter, your eyes fixed on a door situated beneath the staircase. Above it, an unlit sign reads:</p>
- <signpost>EXIT<ch.emdash/>FIRE ESCAPE USE IN CASE OF EMERGENCY</signpost>
+ <signpost>EXIT<ch.emdash/>FIRE ESCAPE</signpost>
+ <signpost>USE IN CASE OF EMERGENCY ONLY</signpost>
<p><quote>I reckon this constitutes an emergency,</quote> you mutter, as you get ready to break cover and run towards the door. Just as you are about to leave your hand brushes against the stock of a sawn-off shotgun that is lying on a shelf beneath the counter. Both hammers are cocked and the chamber tags show that both barrels are loaded.</p>
<choice idref="sect176">If you wish to take this weapon, <link-text>turn to 176</link-text>.</choice>
<choice idref="sect84">If you decide to ignore it, <link-text>turn to 84</link-text>.</choice>
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- <p>Once more you glance in your mirror and see the biker coax his machine into your slipstream. Behind him the convoy is barely visible, the bus and tanker cannot match the speed that you have maintained in your race against the clansmen. Then you see your enemy reaching inside his leather jacket. He withdraws a grenade, pulls out the safety pin with his teeth, and gets ready to lob it into your car. Immediately you stamp on the brake pedal and fight with the steering wheel to keep the roadster in a straight line as it screeches to a halt. A moment later there is at tremendous jolt as the clansman crashes into the rear of your car. An instant later he somersaults over your head, wide-eyed with terror, before disappearing behind the central crash barrier that divides the freeway. A muffled boom and a plume of dust marks the violent demise of yet another Detroit Lion.</p>
+ <p>Once more you glance in your mirror and see the biker coax his machine into your slipstream. Behind him the convoy is barely visible; the bus and tanker cannot match the speed that you have maintained in your race against the clansmen. Then you see your enemy reaching inside his leather jacket. He withdraws a grenade, pulls out the safety pin with his teeth, and gets ready to lob it into your car. Immediately you stamp on the brake pedal and fight with the steering wheel to keep the roadster in a straight line as it screeches to a halt. A moment later there is at tremendous jolt as the clansman crashes into the rear of your car. An instant later he somersaults over your head, wide-eyed with terror, before disappearing behind the central crash barrier that divides the freeway. <!--ERRTAG-RE-375260-->A muffled boom and a plume of dust mark<!--/ERRTAG-RE-375260--> the violent demise of yet another Detroit Lion.</p>
<choice idref="sect127"><link-text>Turn to 127</link-text>.</choice>
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- <p>Steering with only your left hand, you snatch your Beretta auto from your shoulder holster with your right hand and thumb back its safety catch. The ruins are beginning to thin out and, as you hit the stony, pot-holed wasteland that surrounds the town, you dare not take your eyes off the ground ahead for fear of crashing. Without turning your head, you point your pistol over your left shoulder and squeeze the trigger in the hope of hitting your attacker.</p>
+ <p>Steering with only your left hand, you snatch your Beretta auto from your shoulder holster with your right hand and thumb back its safety catch. The ruins are beginning to thin out and, as you hit the stony, pot-holed wasteland that surrounds the town, you dare not take your eyes off the ground ahead for fear of crashing. Without turning your head, you point your pistol <!--ERRTAG-RE-377635-->over your shoulder<!--/ERRTAG-RE-377635--> and squeeze the trigger in the hope of hitting your attacker.</p>
<p>Pick a number from the <a idref="random">Random Number Table</a> and add to it your current Shooting and Perception skill totals. For every bullet you decide to fire, add an additional point to your total (but be sure to erase them from your Ammo Pouch).</p>
<choice idref="sect259">If your total score is now 13 or less, <link-text>turn to 259</link-text>.</choice>
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<p>A solitary open window, criss-crossed with pitted steel bars, provides the only source of light and ventilation in the cell. Standing on the edge of the wooden bunk you are able to peer through the bars at an alleyway that runs along the rear of the building. But without your weapons, or any other means of dislodging the bars, you cannot hope to escape this way.</p>
- <p>An hour later you hear your captors laughing in the corridor outside. A key rattles in the lock and the cell door swings back to reveal a barrel-chested clansman, clad in a suit of black leather, which is adorned with sharpened metal studs. He fixes you with his small, bloodshot eyes, and sneers contemptuously.</p>
+ <p>An hour later you hear your captors laughing in the corridor outside. A key rattles in the lock and the cell door swings back to reveal a barrel-chested clansman, clad in a suit of black leather, which is adorned with sharpened metal studs. He fixes you with his small, bloodshot eyes and sneers contemptuously.</p>
<p><quote>You scoutin<ch.apos/> for the Skulls, ain<ch.apos/>t you, boy?</quote> he says, his hand caressing the butt of a pistol that is holstered on his hip. <quote>That <ch.apos/>roach Alcatraz sent you here t<ch.apos/>check us out, didn<ch.apos/>t he?</quote> Resentful mutterings fill the corridor outside, urging the beady-eyed clansman to settle the matter by shooting you.</p>
<p><quote>Do I look like a Skull?</quote> you ask, defensively.</p>
<p><quote>Maybe not,</quote> he growls, <quote>but if you ain<ch.apos/>t a Skull, what you doing nosin<ch.apos/> around Albany?</quote></p>
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<p>You pull your T-shirt up to cover your nose and mouth before venturing out into the storm. Visibility is less than five yards and, with the dust constantly gusting into your eyes, you must rely heavily on your sense of hearing for some indication of the child<ch.apos/>s location. Repeatedly you call out her name, hoping she will reply, yet all you hear is the incessant howling of the wind.</p>
<p>A wide avenue leads you to a baseball park on the edge of the school grounds. For a few seconds the wind drops and you are able to see a small grocery store on the other side of the avenue, its front door hanging off its hinges. You can make out a thin, faint sound coming from inside the store.</p>
<p>You run towards the entrance, eager to get inside before the wind picks up and you lose sight of the building altogether. The stench of rotting food assails your nostrils the moment you enter the store, making your stomach churn, but you force yourself to ignore it and continue your search. You call Maria<ch.apos/>s name and hear the sound again: it is coming from behind the cellar door. In the eerie half-light you find the latch and lift it. <quote>Don<ch.apos/>t be afraid, Maria. It<ch.apos/>s Cal,</quote> you say, hoping to reassure and comfort the girl, but when you push open the door it is not little Maria who greets you.</p>
- <p>A seething flood of squealing rats swarm out of the doorway and break like a wave against your feet. You scream in shocked surprise and drag yourself onto a nearby counter as the ravenous rodents run amok. Most of the pack ignore you, but there are a few that have developed a taste for human flesh, and determinedly they claw their way up the counter in an effort to get at your legs.</p>
+ <p>A seething <!--ERRTAG-RE-393916-->flood of squealing rats swarms<!--/ERRTAG-RE-393916--> out of the doorway <!--ERRTAG-RE-393993-->and breaks<!--/ERRTAG-RE-393993--> like a wave against your feet. You scream in shocked surprise and drag yourself onto a nearby counter as the ravenous rodents run amok. Most of the pack ignore you, but there are a few that have developed a taste for human flesh, and determinedly they claw their way up the counter in an effort to get at your legs.</p>
<combat><enemy>Rat Pack</enemy><enemy-attribute class="closecombatskill">13</enemy-attribute><enemy-attribute class="endurance">25</enemy-attribute></combat>
<choice idref="sect146">If you win the combat, <link-text>turn to 146</link-text>.</choice>
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<p>There is a rush of wind, like a sound of a whip before it cracks, then something tightens around your body, pinning your arms to your sides. Fear wells up inside when you realize that you have been lassoed. Desperately you struggle to grab the rope that is biting into your flesh, but you are pulled roughly to the ground before you can break free.</p>
- <p>Cursing wildly, you blink the dust from your eyes in time to see a scrawny youth advancing towards you, his hands tugging and shortening the rope to maintain his hold on you. He is dressed in tattered buckskin, and his cheeks and forehead are painted with coloured stripes. His strange appearance reminds you of books you read when you were young
; books with pictures of Red Indian braves who fought cowboys of the old West. The youth gives a warbling scream and more of his kind appear, all of them dressed in similar Red Indian costumes. With howls of delight they jump on you, take your missile and close combat weapons (erase these from your <a idref="action">Action Chart</a>), and hold your arms securely behind your back while the youth retrieves his lasso. Then, without a word of explanation, they drag you to the centre of the street and tie you to the totem pole.</p>
+ <p>Cursing wildly, you blink the dust from your eyes in time to see a scrawny youth advancing towards you, his hands tugging and shortening the rope to maintain his hold on you. He is dressed in tattered buckskin, and his cheeks and forehead are painted with coloured stripes. His strange appearance reminds you of books you read when you were young
<ch.emdash/>books with pictures of Red Indian braves who fought cowboys of the old West. The youth gives a warbling scream and more of his kind appear, all of them dressed in similar Red Indian costumes. With howls of delight they jump on you, take your missile and close combat weapons (erase these from your <a idref="action">Action Chart</a>), and hold your arms securely behind your back while the youth retrieves his lasso. Then, without a word of explanation, they drag you to the centre of the street and tie you to the totem pole.</p>
<p>The sound of a car horn echoes in the distance and your captors cease their whooping. The moment the vehicle glides into view, they throw themselves to their knees and bow their heads devoutly. Open-mouthed, you stare at the approaching car, scarcely able to believe your eyes.</p>
<choice idref="sect38"><link-text>Turn to 38</link-text>.</choice>
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<p>Before venturing out into the storm, all three of you turn your transceivers to the same frequency so that you can remain in radio contact with each other throughout the search. Uncle Jonas also possesses a handset, and he selects his to transmit a signal on another frequency. By selecting that channel, and monitoring its signal strength, you should be able to find your way back to the school.</p>
- <p>The three of you decide to split up and search different areas, thereby maximizing your chances of finding Maria quickly. The school building will have prevented her from wandering to the south, leaving three directions in which to search: north, west and east.</p>
+ <p>The three of you decide to split up and search different areas, thereby maximizing your chances of finding Maria quickly. The school building will have prevented her from wandering to the south, leaving three directions in which to search: north, west, and east.</p>
<choice idref="sect169">If you wish to search to the north, <link-text>turn to 169</link-text>.</choice>
<choice idref="sect299">If you wish to search to the west, <link-text>turn to 299</link-text>.</choice>
<choice idref="sect125">If you decide to search to the east, <link-text>turn to 125</link-text>.</choice>
<creator>Melvyn Grant</creator>
<description>A scrawny old man, dressed in an assortment of evil-smelling rags.</description>
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<p><quote>Saw your lights on the road,</quote> he croaks, a toothy smile cracking several layers of dirt that have built up around his nose and mouth. <quote>Said to m<ch.apos/>self, those folks will come a<ch.apos/> callin<ch.apos/>. Best whup up a real larrupin<ch.apos/> meal to make <ch.apos/>em feel right welcome.</quote> He jabs his metal rod into the fire and spears the blackened remains of a large rat. Proudly he holds it up and nods enthusiastically, as if he were about to serve you a prime T-bone steak. Your stomach turns when he offers you the charred carcass. You refuse politely.</p>
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- <p>You land on the boarding platform and manage to grab the handrails to prevent yourself from falling backwards out of the door. Then you pull yourself up the short flight of steps towards the driver<ch.apos/>s seat, where Cutter is locked in a vicious struggle with a blond-haired Maverick, who is trying desperately to wrestle the wheel from his hands.</p>
+ <p>You land on the boarding platform and manage to grab the hand-rails to prevent yourself from falling backwards out of the door. Then you pull yourself up the short flight of steps towards the driver<ch.apos/>s seat, where Cutter is locked in a vicious struggle with a blond-haired Maverick, who is trying desperately to wrestle the wheel from his hands.</p>
<p>As you approach, the Maverick releases Cutter, spins around and tries to grab you by the throat.</p>
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- <p>You make your way back to the convoy, aware that less than a few hours of daylight remain. Cutter and Uncle Jonas greet your return with a nod and a wave, both of them itching to get underway. Quickly you climb into your roadster, switch on the ignition and lead them single file onto the southbound carriageway of Freeway 35.</p>
+ <p>You make your way back to the convoy, aware that less than a few hours of daylight remain. Cutter and Uncle Jonas greet your return with a nod and a wave, both of them itching to get underway. Quickly you climb into your roadster, switch on the ignition, and lead them single file onto the southbound carriageway of Freeway 35.</p>
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<p>Reluctantly the sun dips below the horizon, relinquishing its reign to a full moon and a clear night sky. The landscape is shrouded in a ghostly twilight and, as the miles slip past, the temperature steadily drops.</p>
- <p>It takes a little over twenty minutes to reach Mineral Wells. It seems no different to a handful of other towns through which you have passed today: it is derelict, decayed and deserted. As you drive along the main street, you scan the rooftops in search of a radio mast, and, almost immediately, you discover what you seek. On the roof of a three-storey building at the end of the street is the tripod-like structure. The upper section of the mast has long since collapsed, but the remaining lower section is still intact, sufficient in length to carry a call-signal as far as Weatherford.</p>
+ <p>It takes a little over twenty minutes to reach Mineral Wells. It seems no different to a handful of other towns through which you have passed today: it is derelict, decayed, and deserted. As you drive along the main street, you scan the rooftops in search of a radio mast, and, almost immediately, you discover what you seek. On the roof of a three-storey building at the end of the street is the tripod-like structure. The upper section of the mast has long since collapsed, but the remaining lower section is still intact, sufficient in length to carry a call-signal as far as Weatherford.</p>
<p>Stopping outside the building, you fasten your jacket against the chill night air, then enter to find the dusty halls and offices of a commercial radio station awaiting you. In a studio at the top of the building you discover what you are looking for. Slumped over a control panel is the body of Doctor Drool, former ace DJ and anchor-man of Radio K.L.F.M. Beneath his skeletal hand is the button that controls the station call-sign, a transmission that has played continuously for the last eight years.</p>
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<p>As you bring your roadster to a halt alongside the bus, you see Cutter standing on the roof, a pair of battered binoculars pressed to his eyes. <quote>Looks like we<ch.apos/>re goin<ch.apos/> to have company real soon,</quote> he says, staring at a large cloud of dust that is advancing towards Eastland from the northeast. <quote>I reckon there<ch.apos/>s over 100 bikes out there on the prairie, and they<ch.apos/>re all headin<ch.apos/> this way. Looks like that Mad Dog Michigan decided not to go to Killeen after all!</quote></p>
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<p><quote>What do they want with her?</quote> you ask, but before Long Jake can reply there is a flash and a deafening explosion. The store<ch.apos/>s rear door is blown inwards and a searing wave of heat and flying debris knocks you off your feet. Stunned by the blast, you rise unsteadily and reach for a weapon. A grey shape fills the rear entrance, its outline fuzzy in the smoke and dust that hovers there. Then the shape draws into focus and you see the silhouette of a tall man, lean and sinewy, his thin mouth set in a cruel sneer.</p>
<p><quote>Look out!</quote> screams Long Jake, as the figure leaps through the doorway, a shotgun held before him ready to fire.</p>
- <p>Pick a number from the <a idref="random">Random Number Table</a>. If your current Shooting, Stealth and Perception points (when added together) total 8 or more, then add 2 to the number you have picked.</p>
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<choice idref="sect191">If your total is now 0<ch.endash/>3, <link-text>turn to 191</link-text>.</choice>
<choice idref="sect293">If it is 4<ch.endash/>6, <link-text>turn to 293</link-text>.</choice>
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- <p>(<a idref="dtd">Dateline to Disaster</a>) Replaced <quote>training and</quote> with <quote>training, and</quote>.</p>
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- <p>(<a idref="calstory">Cal<ch.apos/>s Story</a>) Replaced <quote>re-establish</quote> with <quote>reestablish</quote>, <quote>Denton county</quote> with <quote>Denton County</quote>, <quote>fuel, food or water</quote> with <quote>fuel, food, or water</quote>, and <quote>Tuscon colony</quote> with <quote>Tucson colony</quote>. Replaced <quote><ch.thinspace/><ch.lsquot/>the Day<ch.rsquot/><ch.thinspace/></quote> with <quote><ch.thinspace/><ch.lsquot/>The Day<ch.rsquot/><ch.thinspace/></quote>.</p>
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- <p>(<a idref="gamerulz">The Game Rules</a>) Replaced <quote>if you pick a O</quote> with <quote>if you pick a 0</quote>, <quote>On pages 6 and 7 you will find an Action Chart</quote> with <quote>An Action Chart has been supplied</quote>, <quote>the Random Number Table at the back of this book</quote> with <quote>the Random Number Table</quote>, <quote>zero</quote> with <quote>zero or below</quote>, and <quote>survival skills</quote> with <quote>Survival Skills</quote>.</p>
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- <p>(<a idref="gamerulz">The Game Rules</a>) Removed <quote>For ease of use during play it is recommended that you photocopy these pages</quote>.</p>
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- <p>(<a idref="equipmnt">Equipment</a>) Replaced <quote>map of Central Texas</quote> with <quote>Map of Central Texas</quote>, <quote>potassium iodine</quote> with <quote>potassium iodide</quote>, <quote>H.E. (High Explosive) GRENADE</quote> with <quote>HE (High Explosive) GRENADE</quote>, <quote>C.B. RADIO</quote> with <quote>CB RADIO</quote>, and <quote>sulphonamides</quote> with <quote>sulfonamides</quote>.</p>
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- <p>(<a idref="cmbtrulz">Close Combat Rules</a>) Replaced <quote>cross-refer</quote> with <quote>cross-reference</quote>, <quote>zero</quote> with <quote>zero or below</quote>, and <quote>as <ch.plus/>1 If </quote> with <quote>as <ch.plus/>1. If </quote>.</p>
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- <p>(<a idref="cmbtrulz">Close Combat Rules</a>) Replaced <quote>are reduced to zero, at which point the one whose score is zero is declared dead.</quote> with <quote>are reduced to zero or below, at which point that combatant is declared dead.</quote> and <quote>with a reduced ENDURANCE point score</quote> with <quote>with his ENDURANCE points possibly reduced</quote>.</p>
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- <p>(<a idref="cmbtrulz">Close Combat Rules</a>) Removed <quote>on the inside back cover of the book</quote>.</p>
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+ <p>(<a idref="dtd">Dateline to Disaster</a>) Replaced <quote>training and</quote> with <quote>training, and</quote>. Replaced both occurrences of <quote>USSR and</quote> with <quote>USSR, and</quote>. Replaced <quote>cable and</quote> with <quote>cable, and</quote>.<!--ERRTAG-RE-6000-ITEM--> Replaced <quote>destined</quote> with <quote>slated</quote>.<!--/ERRTAG-RE-6000-ITEM--><!--ERRTAG-RE-6694-ITEM--> Replaced <quote>declare emergency</quote> with <quote>declare an emergency</quote>.<!--/ERRTAG-RE-6694-ITEM--></p>
+ <p>(<a idref="calstory">Cal<ch.apos/>s Story</a>) Replaced <quote>workshop and</quote> with <quote>workshop, and</quote>. Replaced <quote>re-establish</quote> with <quote>reestablish</quote>, <quote>Denton county</quote> with <quote>Denton County</quote>, <quote>fuel, food or water</quote> with <quote>fuel, food, or water</quote>, and <quote>Tuscon colony</quote> with <quote>Tucson colony</quote>. Replaced <quote><ch.thinspace/><ch.lsquot/>the Day<ch.rsquot/><ch.thinspace/></quote> with <quote><ch.thinspace/><ch.lsquot/>The Day<ch.rsquot/><ch.thinspace/></quote>. Replaced <quote>shelter and</quote> with <quote>shelter, and</quote>. Replaced <quote>brothers and</quote> with <quote>brothers, and</quote>. Replaced <quote>gas and</quote> with <quote>gas, and</quote>. Replaced <quote>posts and</quote> with <quote>posts, and</quote>. Replaced <quote>Waco. For</quote> with <quote>Waco, for</quote>.<!--ERRTAG-RE-23599-ITEM--> Replaced <quote>Sierra Nevada mountains</quote> with <quote>mountains of the Sierra Nevada</quote>.<!--/ERRTAG-RE-23599-ITEM--></p>
+ <p>(<a idref="sskills">Survival Skills</a>) Replaced <quote>motorcycles and</quote> with <quote>motorcycles, and</quote>. Replaced <quote>shotguns and</quote> with <quote>shotguns, and</quote>. Replaced <quote>reflexes and</quote> with <quote>reflexes, and</quote>. Replaced <quote>education and</quote> with <quote>education, and</quote>.</p>
+ <p>(<a idref="gamerulz">The Game Rules</a>) Replaced <quote>if you pick a O</quote> with <quote>if you pick a 0</quote>, <quote>On pages 6 and 7 you will find an Action Chart</quote> with <quote>An Action Chart has been supplied</quote>, <quote>the Random Number Table at the back of this book</quote> with <quote>the Random Number Table</quote>, <quote>zero</quote> with <quote>zero or below</quote>, and <quote>survival skills</quote> with <quote>Survival Skills</quote>. Replaced <quote>adventure you</quote> with <quote>adventure, you</quote>. Removed <quote>For ease of use during play it is recommended that you photocopy these pages</quote>.<!--ERRTAG-RE-25667-ITEM--> Replaced <quote>point the blunt end of it on to</quote> with <quote>point the blunt end of it onto</quote>.<!--/ERRTAG-RE-25667-ITEM--></p>
+<p>(<a idref="perceptn">Perception</a>)<!--ERRTAG-RE-29107-ITEM--> Replaced <quote>tested, therefore</quote> with <quote>tested; therefore</quote>.<!--/ERRTAG-RE-29107-ITEM--></p>
+ <p>(<a idref="equipmnt">Equipment</a>) Replaced <quote>map of Central Texas</quote> with <quote>Map of Central Texas</quote>, <quote>potassium iodine</quote> with <quote>potassium iodide</quote>, <quote>H.E. (High Explosive) GRENADE</quote> with <quote>HE (High Explosive) GRENADE</quote>, <quote>C.B. RADIO</quote> with <quote>CB RADIO</quote>, and <quote>sulphonamides</quote> with <quote>sulfonamides</quote>. Replaced <quote>Canteen and</quote> with <quote>Canteen, and</quote>. Replaced <quote>radioactivity) and</quote> with <quote>radioactivity), and</quote>.</p>
+ <p>(<a idref="cmbtrulz">Close Combat Rules</a>) Replaced <quote>cross-refer</quote> with <quote>cross-reference</quote>, <quote>as <ch.plus/>1 If </quote> with <quote>as <ch.plus/>1. If </quote>, <quote>are reduced to zero, at which point the one whose score is zero is declared dead.</quote> with <quote>are reduced to zero or below, at which point that combatant is declared dead.</quote> and <quote>with a reduced ENDURANCE point score</quote> with <quote>with his ENDURANCE points possibly reduced</quote>. Removed <quote>on the inside back cover of the book</quote>.</p>
<p>(<a idref="sect1">1</a>) Replaced <quote>syphoned</quote> with <quote>siphoned</quote>, and <quote>C.B. radio</quote> with <quote>CB radio</quote>.</p>
<p>(<a idref="sect3">3</a>) Replaced <quote>on to</quote> with <quote>onto</quote>.</p>
+<p>(<a idref="sect5">5</a>)<!--ERRTAG-RE-50180-ITEM--> Replaced <quote>brother, and the noise and fury of your weapon, brings</quote> with <quote>brother<ch.emdash/>and the noise and fury of your weapon<ch.emdash/>brings</quote>.<!--/ERRTAG-RE-50180-ITEM--></p>
<p>(<a idref="sect12">12</a>) Replaced <quote>gulley</quote> with <quote>gully</quote>.</p>
<p>(<a idref="sect13">13</a>) Added missing period after <quote>Random Number Table</quote>.</p>
<p>(<a idref="sect18">18</a>) Replaced <quote>zig-zag</quote> with <quote>zigzag</quote>.</p>
- <p>(<a idref="sect20">20</a>) Replaced <quote>GEIGER COUNTER</quote>, <quote>ALTIMETER</quote> and <quote>RADIATION SUIT</quote> with initial capitals.</p>
- <p>(<a idref="sect23">23</a>) Replaced <quote>Backpack items</quote> with <quote>Backpack Items</quote>.</p>
+ <p>(<a idref="sect20">20</a>) Replaced <quote>GEIGER COUNTER</quote>, <quote>ALTIMETER</quote>, and <quote>RADIATION SUIT</quote> with initial capitals. Replaced <quote>silver and</quote> with <quote>silver, and</quote>.</p>
+<p>(<a idref="sect22">22</a>)<!--ERRTAG-RE-65617-ITEM--> Replaced <quote>Two miles north</quote> with <quote>Two miles northwest</quote>.<!--/ERRTAG-RE-65617-ITEM--></p>
+ <p>(<a idref="sect23">23</a>) Replaced <quote>Backpack items</quote> with <quote>Backpack Items</quote>.<!--ERRTAG-RE-67602-ITEM--> Replaced <quote>the front line of bikers open</quote> with <quote>the front line of bikers opens</quote>.<!--/ERRTAG-RE-67602-ITEM--></p>
<p>(<a idref="sect24">24</a>) Replaced <quote>gulley</quote> with <quote>gully</quote>.</p>
<p>(<a idref="sect26">26</a>) Replaced <quote>machine-gunner</quote> with <quote>machine gunner</quote>.</p>
+ <p>(<a idref="sect28">28</a>) Replaced <quote>safety and</quote> with <quote>safety, and</quote>.</p>
+ <p>(<a idref="sect29">29</a>) Replaced <quote>salt and</quote> with <quote>salt, and</quote>.</p>
<p>(<a idref="sect30">30</a>) Replaced <quote>indian</quote> with <quote>Indian</quote>.</p>
+ <p>(<a idref="sect32">32</a>)<!--ERRTAG-RE-78096-ITEM--> Replaced <quote>the fight lasts</quote> with <quote>you win the fight in</quote>.<!--/ERRTAG-RE-78096-ITEM--></p>
<p>(<a idref="sect36">36</a>) Replaced <quote>under way</quote> with <quote>underway</quote>.</p>
<p>(<a idref="sect38">38</a>) Replaced <quote>indian</quote> with <quote>Indian</quote>.</p>
<p>(<a idref="sect42">42</a>) Replaced <quote>zig-zag</quote> with <quote>zigzag</quote>.</p>
<p>(<a idref="sect43">43</a>) Replaced <quote>N a C l</quote> with <quote>NaCl</quote>.</p>
- <p>(<a idref="sect48">48</a>) Replaced <quote>dislodgng</quote> with <quote>dislodging</quote>, <quote>Skull,<ch.rsquot/></quote> with <quote>Skull?<ch.rsquot/></quote>, and <quote><ch.thinspace/><ch.lsquot/>the Kickers<ch.rsquot/><ch.thinspace/></quote> with <quote>the <ch.lsquot/>Kickers<ch.rsquot/><ch.thinspace/></quote>. Replaced <quote>you boy</quote> with <quote>you, boy</quote>.</p>
+ <p>(<a idref="sect48">48</a>) Replaced <quote>dislodgng</quote> with <quote>dislodging</quote>, <quote>Skull,<ch.rsquot/></quote> with <quote>Skull?<ch.rsquot/></quote>, and <quote><ch.thinspace/><ch.lsquot/>the Kickers<ch.rsquot/><ch.thinspace/></quote> with <quote>the <ch.lsquot/>Kickers<ch.rsquot/><ch.thinspace/></quote>. Replaced <quote>you boy</quote> with <quote>you, boy</quote>. Replaced <quote>Pouch and</quote> with <quote>Pouch, and</quote>. Replaced <quote>eyes, and</quote> with <quote>eyes and</quote>.</p>
<p>(<a idref="sect55">55</a>) Replaced <quote>thunderbird</quote> with <quote>Thunderbird</quote>.</p>
+ <p>(<a idref="sect58">58</a>) Replaced <quote>drunkenly and</quote> with <quote>drunkenly, and</quote>.</p>
+ <p>(<a idref="sect60">60</a>) Replaced <quote>Current Stealth</quote> with <quote>current Stealth</quote>.</p>
<p>(<a idref="sect61">61</a>) Replaced <quote>south-west</quote> with <quote>southwest</quote>.</p>
<p>(<a idref="sect63">63</a>) Replaced <quote>Weapons list</quote> with <quote>Weapons List</quote>.</p>
<p>(<a idref="sect65">65</a>) Replaced <quote>C.B. Radio</quote> with <quote>CB Radio</quote>.</p>
<p>(<a idref="sect72">72</a>) Replaced <quote>shooting skill</quote> with <quote>Shooting skill</quote> and <quote>(minimum - one round; maximum - four rounds)</quote> with <quote>(minimum: one round; maximum: four rounds)</quote>.</p>
<p>(<a idref="sect73">73</a>) Replaced <quote>C.B. transceiver</quote> with <quote>CB transceiver</quote>, and <quote>C.B. Radio</quote> with <quote>CB Radio</quote>. Replaced <quote>Backpack items</quote> with <quote>Backpack Items</quote>.</p>
<p>(<a idref="sect74">74</a>) Replaced <quote>C.B. Radio</quote> with <quote>CB Radio</quote>.</p>
+ <p>(<a idref="sect77">77</a>) Replaced <quote>motor cycle</quote> with <quote>motorcycle</quote>.</p>
<p>(<a idref="sect78">78</a>) Replaced <quote>on to</quote> with <quote>onto</quote>.</p>
<p>(<a idref="sect80">80</a>) Replaced <quote>gulley</quote> with <quote>gully</quote>.</p>
- <p>(<a idref="sect82">82</a>) Replaced <quote>needin</quote> with <quote>needin<ch.apos/><ch.thinspace/></quote>.</p>
+ <p>(<a idref="sect82">82</a>) Replaced <quote>needin</quote> with <quote>needin<ch.apos/><ch.thinspace/></quote>.<!--ERRTAG-RE-131930-ITEM--> Replaced <quote>drive towards</quote> with <quote>walk towards</quote> because all other sections in this sequence assume that Cal walks back from the campus.<!--/ERRTAG-RE-131930-ITEM--></p>
+ <p>(<a idref="sect83">83</a>) Replaced <quote>over and</quote> with <quote>over, and</quote>.</p>
<p>(<a idref="sect85">85</a>) Replaced <quote>DISTRIBUTOR CAP</quote>, <quote>CONDENSER</quote>, <quote>GAS MODIFIER</quote>, <quote>OIL PLUG</quote>, <quote>FAN BELT</quote> with initial capitals. Replaced <quote>Backpack items</quote> with <quote>Backpack Items</quote>.</p>
<p>(<a idref="sect86">86</a>) Replaced <quote>north-west</quote> with <quote>northwest</quote>.</p>
+ <p>(<a idref="sect89">89</a>)<!--ERRTAG-RE-139037-ITEM--> Replaced <quote>follow</quote> with <quote>follows</quote>.<!--/ERRTAG-RE-139037-ITEM--></p>
+ <p>(<a idref="sect90">90</a>)<!--ERRTAG-RE-141322-ITEM--> Replaced <quote>slightest, neither</quote> with <quote>slightest; neither</quote>.<!--/ERRTAG-RE-141322-ITEM--></p>
<p>(<a idref="sect92">92</a>) Replaced <quote>It it is 7<ch.endash/>9</quote> with <quote> If it is 7<ch.endash/>9</quote>.</p>
<p>(<a idref="sect94">94</a>) Replaced <quote>shouting :</quote> with <quote>shouting: </quote>.</p>
<p>(<a idref="sect96">96</a>) Replaced <quote>machine-gunner</quote> with <quote>machine gunner</quote>. Replaced <quote>zig-zag</quote> with <quote>zigzag</quote>.</p>
- <p>(<a idref="sect98">98</a>) Replaced <quote>GEIGER COUNTER</quote>, <quote>ALTIMETER</quote> and <quote>RADIATION SUIT</quote> with initial capitals.</p>
+ <p>(<a idref="sect98">98</a>) Replaced <quote>is loud</quote> with <quote>is a loud</quote>. Replaced <quote>GEIGER COUNTER</quote>, <quote>ALTIMETER</quote> and <quote>RADIATION SUIT</quote> with initial capitals. Replaced <quote>silver and</quote> with <quote>silver, and</quote>.</p>
<p>(<a idref="sect99">99</a>) Replaced <quote>H.E. Grenade</quote> with <quote>HE Grenade</quote>.</p>
- <p>(<a idref="sect100">100</a>) Replaced <quote>C.B. Radio</quote> with <quote>CB Radio</quote>.</p>
+ <p>(<a idref="sect100">100</a>) Replaced <quote>C.B. Radio</quote> with <quote>CB Radio</quote>.<!--ERRTAG-RE-154541-ITEM--> Replaced <quote>cheered</quote> with <quote>cheers</quote>.<!--/ERRTAG-RE-154541-ITEM--><!--ERRTAG-RE-154614-ITEM--> Replaced <quote>brought</quote> with <quote>brings</quote>.<!--/ERRTAG-RE-154614-ITEM--><!--ERRTAG-RE-154721-ITEM--> Replaced <quote>promised</quote> with <quote>promises</quote>.<!--/ERRTAG-RE-154721-ITEM--><!--ERRTAG-RE-154839-ITEM--> Replaced <quote>hopes were</quote> with <quote>hopes are</quote>.<!--/ERRTAG-RE-154839-ITEM--></p>
<p>(<a idref="sect101">101</a>) Replaced <quote>(minimum - one round; maximum - six rounds)</quote> with <quote>(minimum: one round; maximum: six rounds)</quote></p>
- <p>(<a idref="sect103">103</a>) Replaced <quote>on to</quote> with <quote>onto</quote>.</p>
+ <p>(<a idref="sect103">103</a>) Replaced <quote>on to</quote> with <quote>onto</quote>.<!--ERRTAG-RE-162870-ITEM--> Replaced <quote>their footfalls</quote> with <quote>its footfalls</quote>.<!--/ERRTAG-RE-162870-ITEM--></p>
<p>(<a idref="sect105">105</a>) Replaced <quote><ch.thinspace/><ch.lsquot/>the Day<ch.rsquot/><ch.thinspace/></quote> with <quote><ch.thinspace/><ch.lsquot/>The Day<ch.rsquot/><ch.thinspace/></quote>. Replaced <quote>gulley</quote> with <quote>gully</quote>. Replaced <quote>on to</quote> with <quote>onto</quote>.</p>
- <p>(<a idref="sect109">109</a>) Replaced <quote>feet first</quote> with <quote>feet-first</quote>.</p>
- <p>(<a idref="sect116">116</a>) Replaced <quote>key-in</quote> with <quote>key in</quote>.</p>
+ <p>(<a idref="sect108">108</a>) Replaced <quote>chest and</quote> with <quote>chest, and</quote>.</p>
+ <p>(<a idref="sect109">109</a>) Replaced <quote>feet first</quote> with <quote>feet-first</quote>.<!--ERRTAG-RE-168267-ITEM--> Replaced <quote>shift gear</quote> with <quote>shift gears</quote>.<!--/ERRTAG-RE-168267-ITEM--></p>
+ <p>(<a idref="sect116">116</a>) Replaced <quote>key-in</quote> with <quote>key in</quote>. Replaced <quote>on and</quote> with <quote>on, and</quote>.</p>
<p>(<a idref="sect117">117</a>) Added missing period after <quote>(0 equals 10)</quote>. Replaced <quote>gulley</quote> with <quote>gully</quote>.</p>
<p>(<a idref="sect119">119</a>) Replaced <quote>Water Canteen, containing</quote> with <quote>Water Canteen containing</quote> and <quote>sulphonamides</quote> with <quote>sulfonamides</quote>.</p>
<p>(<a idref="sect122">122</a>) Replaced <quote>gutteral</quote> with <quote>guttural</quote>.</p>
- <p>(<a idref="sect127">127</a>) Replaced <quote>on to</quote> with <quote>onto</quote>.</p>
- <p>(<a idref="sect131">131</a>) Replaced <quote>(minimum - one round; maximum - five rounds)</quote> with <quote>(minimum: one burst; maximum: five bursts)</quote></p>
- <p>(<a idref="sect132">132</a>) Replaced <quote>machine-gunner</quote> with <quote>machine gunner</quote>.</p>
+ <p>(<a idref="sect127">127</a>) Replaced <quote>on to</quote> with <quote>onto</quote>. Replaced <quote>axle and</quote> with <quote>axle, and</quote>.</p>
+ <p>(<a idref="sect131">131</a>) Replaced <quote>(minimum - one round; maximum - five rounds)</quote> with <quote>(minimum: one burst; maximum: five bursts)</quote></p>
+ <p>(<a idref="sect132">132</a>) Replaced <quote>machine-gunner</quote> with <quote>machine gunner</quote>. Replaced <quote>aim and</quote> with <quote>aim, and</quote>.</p>
<p>(<a idref="sect133">133</a>) Replaced <quote>feet first</quote> with <quote>feet-first</quote>.</p>
- <p>(<a idref="sect136">136</a>) Replaced <quote>north-west</quote> with <quote>northwest</quote>.</p>
+ <p>(<a idref="sect136">136</a>) Replaced <quote>north-west</quote> with <quote>northwest</quote>.<!--ERRTAG-RE-197220-ITEM--> Replaced <quote>screams of their chief dispels</quote> with <quote>screams of their chief dispel</quote>.<!--/ERRTAG-RE-197220-ITEM--></p>
<p>(<a idref="sect137">137</a>) Replaced <quote>south-west</quote> with <quote>southwest</quote>.</p>
<p>(<a idref="sect138">138</a>) Replaced <quote>Backpack items</quote> with <quote>Backpack Items</quote>.</p>
<p>(<a idref="sect142">142</a>) Replaced <quote>feet first</quote> with <quote>feet-first</quote>.</p>
<p>(<a idref="sect149">149</a>) Replaced <quote>assess</quote> with <quote>assesses</quote>.</p>
<p>(<a idref="sect152">152</a>) Replaced text based number puzzle with illustration.</p>
<p>(<a idref="sect155">155</a>) Replaced <quote>red indian</quote> with <quote>Red Indian</quote>.</p>
- <p>(<a idref="sect156">156</a>) Replaced <quote>take its toll of those</quote> with <quote>take its toll on those</quote>.</p>
- <p>(<a idref="sect158">158</a>) Replaced <quote>C.B. Radio</quote> with <quote>CB Radio</quote>.</p>
+ <p>(<a idref="sect156">156</a>) Replaced <quote>take its toll of those</quote> with <quote>take its toll on those</quote>.<!--ERRTAG-RE-222553-ITEM--> Replaced <quote>combined effects of the scorching heat and the poor road surface begins</quote> with <quote>combined effects of the scorching heat and the poor road surface begin</quote>.<!--/ERRTAG-RE-222553-ITEM--></p>
+ <p>(<a idref="sect158">158</a>) Replaced <quote>C.B. Radio</quote> with <quote>CB Radio</quote>. Replaced <quote>setting and</quote> with <quote>setting, and</quote>.</p>
<p>(<a idref="sect160">160</a>) Replaced <quote><ch.thinspace/><ch.lsquot/>the Day<ch.rsquot/><ch.thinspace/></quote> with <quote><ch.thinspace/><ch.lsquot/>The Day<ch.rsquot/><ch.thinspace/></quote>.Replaced <quote>on to</quote> with <quote>onto</quote>.</p>
<p>(<a idref="sect162">162</a>) Replaced <quote>Ammo pouch</quote> with <quote>Ammo Pouch</quote> and <quote>once sophisticated</quote> with <quote>once-sophisticated</quote>. Replaced <quote>Weapons list</quote> with <quote>Weapons List</quote>.</p>
- <p>(<a idref="sect163">163</a>) Replaced <quote>Backpack items</quote> with <quote>Backpack Items</quote>.</p>
+ <p>(<a idref="sect163">163</a>) Replaced <quote>Backpack items</quote> with <quote>Backpack Items</quote>. Replaced <quote>ammunition and</quote> with <quote>ammunition, and</quote>.</p>
<p>(<a idref="sect165">165</a>) Replaced <quote>rear view mirror</quote> with <quote>rear-view mirror</quote>.</p>
<p>(<a idref="sect169">169</a>) Replaced <quote>on to</quote> with <quote>onto</quote>.</p>
<p>(<a idref="sect171">171</a>) Replaced <quote>de-activates</quote> with <quote>deactivates</quote>.</p>
- <p>(<a idref="sect173">173</a>) Replaced <quote>on to</quote> with <quote>onto</quote>.</p>
+ <p>(<a idref="sect173">173</a>) Replaced <quote>on to</quote> with <quote>onto</quote>. Replaced <quote>exertion and</quote> with <quote>exertion, and</quote>.</p>
<p>(<a idref="sect175">175</a>) Replaced <quote>anti-biotics</quote> with <quote>antibiotics</quote> and <quote>H.E. Grenade</quote> with <quote>HE Grenade</quote>.</p>
<p>(<a idref="sect177">177</a>) Replaced <quote>gulley</quote> with <quote>gully</quote>.</p>
+<p>(<a idref="sect178">178</a>)<!--ERRTAG-RE-252367-ITEM--> Replaced <quote>refraction</quote> with <quote>reflection</quote>.<!--/ERRTAG-RE-252367-ITEM--></p>
<p>(<a idref="sect181">181</a>) Replaced <quote>rope</quote> with <quote>Rope</quote> and <quote>feet first</quote> with <quote>feet-first</quote>. Replaced <quote>on to</quote> with <quote>onto</quote>.</p>
- <p>(<a idref="sect182">182</a>) Replaced <quote>Erath country</quote> with <quote>Erath County</quote>.</p>
+ <p>(<a idref="sect182">182</a>) Replaced <quote>Erath country</quote> with <quote>Erath County</quote>. Replaced <quote>biker<ch.apos/>s raid</quote> with <quote>bikers<ch.apos/> raid</quote>.</p>
<p>(<a idref="sect188">188</a>) Replaced <quote>on to</quote> with <quote>onto</quote>.</p>
<p>(<a idref="sect189">189</a>) Replaced <quote>womped</quote> with <quote>whomped</quote> and <quote>come <ch.apos/>an pay</quote> with <quote>come an<ch.apos/> pay</quote>.</p>
<p>(<a idref="sect194">194</a>) Replaced <quote>de-activates</quote> with <quote>deactivates</quote>.</p>
<p>(<a idref="sect198">198</a>) Replaced <quote>south-west</quote> with <quote>southwest</quote> (x2).</p>
<p>(<a idref="sect204">204</a>) Replaced <quote>machine-gun fire</quote> with <quote>machine gun fire</quote>.</p>
<p>(<a idref="sect205">205</a>) Replaced <quote>Weapons list</quote> with <quote>Weapons List</quote>.</p>
- <p>(<a idref="sect209">209</a>) Replaced <quote>red indian</quote> with <quote>Red Indian</quote>.</p>
+ <p>(<a idref="sect209">209</a>) Replaced <quote>red indian</quote> with <quote>Red Indian</quote>. Replaced <quote>kind all</quote> with <quote>kind, all</quote>.</p>
<p>(<a idref="sect210">210</a>) Replaced <quote>out-distance</quote> with <quote>outdistance</quote>.</p>
<p>(<a idref="sect213">213</a>) Replaced <quote>on to</quote> with <quote>onto</quote>.</p>
<p>(<a idref="sect216">216</a>) Replaced <quote>Three rounds of 12-gauge shotgun ammunition</quote> with <quote>Three rounds of 12-gauge ammunition</quote>.</p>
<p>(<a idref="sect218">218</a>) Replaced <quote>Weapons list</quote> with <quote>Weapons List</quote>.</p>
<p>(<a idref="sect220">220</a>) Replaced <quote>and <ch.apos/>ll</quote> with <quote>and<ch.apos/>ll</quote>.</p>
- <p>(<a idref="sect222">222</a>) Replaced <quote>gulley</quote> with <quote>gully</quote>.</p>
- <p>(<a idref="sect229">229</a>) Replaced <quote>breathlessly:<ch.lsquot/>Set </quote> with <quote>breathlessly: <ch.lsquot/>Set </quote>.</p>
- <p>(<a idref="sect229">229</a>) Replaced <quote>across the bridge. at a run.</quote> with <quote>across the bridge at a run.</quote>. Replaced <quote>Backpack items</quote> with <quote>Backpack Items</quote>.</p>
+ <p>(<a idref="sect222">222</a>) Replaced <quote>gulley</quote> with <quote>gully</quote>.<!--ERRTAG-RE-304239-ITEM--> Replaced <quote>take two Drinks (or lose 6 <typ class="attribute">ENDURANCE</typ> points)</quote> with <quote>take two Drinks (or lose 3 <typ class="attribute">ENDURANCE</typ> points per drink missed)</quote>.<!--/ERRTAG-RE-304239-ITEM--></p>
+ <p>(<a idref="sect228">228</a>) Replaced <quote>death cry</quote> with <quote>death-cry</quote>.</p>
+ <p>(<a idref="sect229">229</a>) Replaced <quote>breathlessly:<ch.lsquot/>Set </quote> with <quote>breathlessly: <ch.lsquot/>Set </quote>. Replaced <quote>across the bridge. at a run.</quote> with <quote>across the bridge at a run.</quote>. Replaced <quote>Backpack items</quote> with <quote>Backpack Items</quote>. Replaced <quote>motor cycles</quote> with <quote>motorcycles</quote>.<!--ERRTAG-RE-313134-ITEM--> Replaced <quote>open fire</quote> with <quote>opens fire</quote>.<!--/ERRTAG-RE-313134-ITEM--><!--ERRTAG-RE-313343-ITEM--> Replaced <quote>shouts Kate, and takes off</quote> with <quote>shouts Kate and takes off</quote>.<!--/ERRTAG-RE-313343-ITEM--></p>
<p>(<a idref="sect233">233</a>) Replaced <quote>(minimum - one round; maximum - four rounds)</quote> with <quote>(minimum: one round; maximum: four rounds)</quote></p>
<p>(<a idref="sect242">242</a>) Replaced <quote>C.B. Radio</quote> with <quote>CB Radio</quote>. Replaced <quote>gulley</quote> with <quote>gully</quote>.</p>
<p>(<a idref="sect246">246</a>) Replaced <quote>feet first</quote> with <quote>feet-first</quote>.</p>
+ <p>(<a idref="sect247">247</a>) Replaced <quote>Kate and</quote> with <quote>Kate, and</quote>.</p>
<p>(<a idref="sect248">248</a>) Replaced <quote>C.B. radio</quote> with <quote>CB Radio</quote>.</p>
<p>(<a idref="sect250">250</a>) Replaced <quote>machine-gunner</quote> with <quote>machine gunner</quote>.</p>
+<p>(<a idref="sect251">251</a>)<!--ERRTAG-RE-334542-ITEM--> Replaced <quote>shouts out:</quote> with <quote>shouts out,</quote>.<!--/ERRTAG-RE-334542-ITEM--></p>
<p>(<a idref="sect253">253</a>) Started a new paragraph for Cutter<ch.apos/>s speech.</p>
<p>(<a idref="sect255">255</a>) Replaced text based number puzzle with illustration.</p>
<p>(<a idref="sect257">257</a>) Replaced <quote><ch.thinspace/><ch.lsquot/>the Day<ch.rsquot/><ch.thinspace/></quote> with <quote><ch.thinspace/><ch.lsquot/>The Day<ch.rsquot/><ch.thinspace/></quote>.</p>
<p>(<a idref="sect259">259</a>) Replaced <quote>pistol</quote> with <quote>Pistol</quote>.</p>
- <p>(<a idref="sect260">260</a>) Replaced <quote>Cmon</quote> with <quote>C<ch.apos/>mon</quote> and <quote>Comanche county</quote> with <quote>Comanche County</quote>. Replaced <quote>Backpack items</quote> with <quote>Backpack Items</quote>.</p>
+ <p>(<a idref="sect260">260</a>) Replaced <quote>Cmon</quote> with <quote>C<ch.apos/>mon</quote> and <quote>Comanche county</quote> with <quote>Comanche County</quote>. Replaced <quote>Backpack items</quote> with <quote>Backpack Items</quote>.<!--ERRTAG-RE-346349-ITEM--> Replaced <quote>open fire</quote> with <quote>opens fire</quote>.<!--/ERRTAG-RE-346349-ITEM--><!--ERRTAG-RE-346548-ITEM--> Replaced <quote>shouts Kate, and takes off</quote> with <quote>shouts Kate and takes off</quote>.<!--/ERRTAG-RE-346548-ITEM--></p>
<p>(<a idref="sect265">265</a>) Replaced <quote>camp fire</quote> with <quote>campfire</quote>.</p>
+<p>(<a idref="sect267">267</a>)<!--ERRTAG-RE-353478-ITEM--> Replaced <quote>Believe me, I know</quote> with <quote>Believe me; I know</quote>.<!--/ERRTAG-RE-353478-ITEM--></p>
<p>(<a idref="sect269">269</a>) Replaced <quote>Weapons list</quote> with <quote>Weapons List</quote>.</p>
- <p>(<a idref="sect270">270</a>) Replaced <quote>water canteen</quote> with <quote>Water Canteen</quote>.</p>
+ <p>(<a idref="sect270">270</a>) Replaced <quote>water canteen</quote> with <quote>Water Canteen</quote>.<!--ERRTAG-RE-355780-ITEM--> Replaced <quote>Sabanna River</quote> with <quote>Sabana River</quote>.<!--/ERRTAG-RE-355780-ITEM--></p>
+<p>(<a idref="sect271">271</a>)<!--ERRTAG-RE-357909-ITEM--> Replaced <quote>A volley of shots ricochet</quote> with <quote>A volley of shots ricochets</quote>.<!--/ERRTAG-RE-357909-ITEM--></p>
+ <p>(<a idref="sect279">279</a>) Added <quote>ONLY</quote> to the end of the sign to properly parallel <a idref="sect334">Section 334</a>.</p>
<p>(<a idref="sect280">280</a>) Replaced <quote>bread, <ch.lsquot/>it<ch.apos/>ll</quote> with <quote>bread. <ch.lsquot/>It<ch.apos/>ll</quote>.</p>
+ <p>(<a idref="sect285">285</a>) Replaced <quote>visible, the</quote> with <quote>visible; the</quote>.<!--ERRTAG-RE-375260-ITEM--> Replaced <quote>A muffled boom and a plume of dust marks</quote> with <quote>A muffled boom and a plume of dust mark</quote>.<!--/ERRTAG-RE-375260-ITEM--></p>
+<p>(<a idref="sect287">287</a>)<!--ERRTAG-RE-377635-ITEM--> Replaced <quote>over your left shoulder</quote> with <quote>over your shoulder</quote>.<!--/ERRTAG-RE-377635-ITEM--></p>
<p>(<a idref="sect288">288</a>) Replaced <quote>auto-wreck</quote> with <quote>auto wreck</quote>.</p>
<p>(<a idref="sect289">289</a>) Replaced <quote>camp fire</quote> with <quote>campfire</quote>.</p>
- <p>(<a idref="sect294">294</a>) Replaced <quote><ch.thinspace/><ch.lsquot/>the Kickers<ch.rsquot/><ch.thinspace/></quote> with <quote>the <ch.lsquot/>Kickers<ch.rsquot/><ch.thinspace/></quote>. Replaced <quote>you boy</quote> with <quote>you, boy</quote>.</p>
+ <p>(<a idref="sect294">294</a>) Replaced <quote><ch.thinspace/><ch.lsquot/>the Kickers<ch.rsquot/><ch.thinspace/></quote> with <quote>the <ch.lsquot/>Kickers<ch.rsquot/><ch.thinspace/></quote>. Replaced <quote>you boy</quote> with <quote>you, boy</quote>. Replaced <quote>eyes, and</quote> with <quote>eyes and</quote>.</p>
<p>(<a idref="sect295">295</a>) Replaced <quote>C.B. radio</quote> with <quote>CB radio</quote> and <quote>north-west</quote> with <quote>northwest</quote>. Replaced <quote>on to</quote> with <quote>onto</quote>.</p>
<p>(<a idref="sect296">296</a>) Replaced <quote>gulley</quote> with <quote>gully</quote>.</p>
<p>(<a idref="sect297">297</a>) Replaced <quote>on to</quote> with <quote>onto</quote>.</p>
<p>(<a idref="sect298">298</a>) Replaced <quote>red indian</quote> with <quote>Red Indian</quote>.</p>
- <p>(<a idref="sect299">299</a>) Replaced <quote>on to</quote> with <quote>onto</quote>.</p>
- <p>(<a idref="sect300">300</a>) Replaced <quote>red indian</quote> with <quote>Red Indian</quote>.</p>
+ <p>(<a idref="sect299">299</a>) Replaced <quote>on to</quote> with <quote>onto</quote>.<!--ERRTAG-RE-393916-ITEM--> Replaced <quote>flood of squealing rats swarm</quote> with <quote>flood of squealing rats swarms</quote>.<!--/ERRTAG-RE-393916-ITEM--><!--ERRTAG-RE-393993-ITEM--> Replaced <quote>and break</quote> with <quote>and breaks</quote>.<!--/ERRTAG-RE-393993-ITEM--></p>
+ <p>(<a idref="sect300">300</a>) Replaced <quote>red indian</quote> with <quote>Red Indian</quote>. Replaced <quote>young; books</quote> with <quote>young<ch.emdash/>books</quote>.</p>
<p>(<a idref="sect303">303</a>) Replaced <quote>on to</quote> with <quote>onto</quote>.</p>
- <p>(<a idref="sect305">305</a>) Replaced <quote>fininshed</quote> with <quote>finished</quote>.</p>
- <p>(<a idref="sect305">305</a>) Replaced <quote>ain<ch.apos/>t you<ch.apos/> boy?<ch.rsquot/><ch.thinspace/></quote> with <quote>ain<ch.apos/>t you, boy?<ch.rsquot/><ch.thinspace/></quote>.</p>
+ <p>(<a idref="sect304">304</a>) Replaced <quote>west and</quote> with <quote>west, and</quote>.</p>
+ <p>(<a idref="sect305">305</a>) Replaced <quote>ain<ch.apos/>t you<ch.apos/> boy?<ch.rsquot/><ch.thinspace/></quote> with <quote>ain<ch.apos/>t you, boy?<ch.rsquot/><ch.thinspace/></quote>. Replaced <quote>fininshed</quote> with <quote>finished</quote>.</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>.</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>.</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>.</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>, <quote>north-west</quote> with <quote>northwest</quote> (x2), and <quote>south-west</quote> with <quote>southwest</quote>.</p>
- <p>(<a idref="sect329">329</a>) Replaced <quote>set in cruel sneer.</quote> with <quote>set in a cruel sneer.</quote>.</p>
+ <p>(<a idref="sect329">329</a>) Replaced <quote>set in cruel sneer.</quote> with <quote>set in a cruel sneer.</quote>. Replaced <quote>Stealth and</quote> with <quote>Stealth, and</quote>.</p>
<p>(<a idref="sect336">336</a>) Replaced <quote>letters,</quote> with <quote>letters:</quote>.</p>
<p>(<a idref="sect338">338</a>) Replaced <quote>bushwacked</quote> with <quote>bushwhacked</quote>, <quote>Rickenbaker</quote> with <quote>Rickenbacker</quote> and <quote>fusilage</quote> with <quote>fuselage</quote>.</p>
<p>(<a idref="sect343">343</a>) Replaced <quote>Shackelford county sheriff<ch.apos/>s office</quote> with <quote>Shackelford County Sheriff<ch.apos/>s office</quote>.</p>
<p>(<a idref="sect96">96</a>) Remember to deduct the relevant number of rounds from your Ammo Pouch.</p>
<p>(<a idref="sect98">98</a>) This is the correct answer to the keypad puzzle in <a idref="sect255">Section 255</a>.</p>
<p>(<a idref="sect132">132</a>) Remember to deduct the relevant number of rounds from your Ammo Pouch.</p>
+ <p>(<a idref="sect143">143</a>) Remember to deduct the relevant number of rounds from your Ammo Pouch.</p>
<p>(<a idref="sect152">152</a>) The section corresponding to the correct answer will have a footnote confirming that it is indeed correct.</p>
<p>(<a idref="sect153">153</a>) Remember to deduct six rounds of 9mm ammunition from your Ammo Pouch.</p>
<p>(<a idref="sect164">164</a>) Remember to deduct the relevant number of rounds from your Ammo Pouch.</p>
<p>(<a idref="sect168">168</a>) Remember to deduct the relevant number of rounds from your Ammo Pouch.</p>
<p>(<a idref="sect172">172</a>) Remember to deduct the relevant number of rounds from your Ammo Pouch.</p>
- <p>(<a idref="sect174">174</a>) Remember to deduct a round of 9mm ammunition from your Ammo Pouch.</p>
+ <p>(<a idref="sect174">174</a>) Remember to deduct the relevant number of 9mm rounds from your Ammo Pouch.</p>
<p>(<a idref="sect190">190</a>) Remember to deduct the relevant number of rounds from your Ammo Pouch.</p>
<p>(<a idref="sect191">191</a>) Remember to deduct the relevant number of rounds from your Ammo Pouch.</p>
<p>(<a idref="sect229">229</a>) Remember to deduct the relevant number of rounds from your Ammo Pouch.</p>
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