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<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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- <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>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>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>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 <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>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 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>Most of the colony will be travelling aboard the bus, which will be driven by your uncle. Cutter will drive the tanker and you, acting as scout, will drive your roadster at the head of the convoy. With the bus full of passengers, luggage is limited to essential supplies only; everything else will be destroyed before leaving McKinney. At dawn, on the day before the convoy is to set off, a thorough check is made of the vehicles and provisions. There is enough food and water to reach your destination but, apart from your personal weapons, the colony has very few firearms with which to defend itself.</p>
<p>Long Jake Bannerman, a former roustabout from Gainsville, has volunteered to drive north and search for weapons and ammunition. His brother once owned a hardware store in Sherman and kept his stock of sporting guns locked in the basement. Although they may have to be dug out there is a good chance that they have survived intact. Everyone agrees that it is worth a try, and so Jake, equipped with a CB radio, a shovel, and a rusty revolver, sets out for Sherman in his beat-up old truck.</p>
<p>Two hours later he radios a message from Sherman. He has found rifles and ammunition, but his truck has broken down and he is now stranded in the town. He has also found a survivor<ch.emdash/>a teenage girl<ch.emdash/>and he requests that you come to pick them up as soon as possible. Uncle Jonas agrees. He tells him to sit tight and wait for you to arrive.</p>
- <p><quote>Trust Jake to go an<ch.apos/> maroon hi<ch.apos/>self with a gal!</quote> grumbles Uncle Jonas, wryly. <quote>Cal, you better git your body up to Sherman and haul <ch.rsquot/>em back here. An<ch.apos/> no messin<ch.apos/> with street punks on the way, y<ch.apos/>hear!</quote></p>
+ <p><quote>Trust Jake to go an<ch.apos/> maroon hi<ch.apos/>self with a gal!</quote> grumbles Uncle Jonas, wryly. <quote>Cal, you better git your body up to Sherman and haul <ch.apos/>em back here. An<ch.apos/> no messin<ch.apos/> with street punks on the way, y<ch.apos/>hear!</quote></p>
<p><quote>We<ch.apos/>ll be back in time for breakfast!</quote> you reply, cheerily, as you slide behind the wheel of your roadster and fire up its throaty V-8 engine. Then, with a farewell wave, you power the car out of McKinney and speed northwards to Sherman along what remains of Highway 75.</p>
<choice idref="sect204"><link-text>Turn to 204</link-text>.</choice>
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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>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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<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><quote>You may not need these, but have <ch.rsquot/>em anyway,</quote> says Kate, holding out two 12-gauge cartridges.</p>
+ <p><quote>You may not need these, but have <ch.apos/>em anyway,</quote> says Kate, holding out two 12-gauge cartridges.</p>
<p><quote>Every little helps,</quote> you reply, gratefully, as you take them from her hand (remember to note these on your Ammo Pouch). You press the shells into your gun<ch.apos/>s magazine and chance another look over the edge of the slope to fix the enemy<ch.apos/>s position in your mind.</p>
<p><quote>I<ch.apos/>ll go left,</quote> whispers Cutter.</p>
<p><quote>Whenever you<ch.apos/>re ready,</quote> you reply, and tense your body in preparation for the run.</p>
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<p>You take hold of the crate, ready to wrench it open but, to your surprise, the wood is infested with dry rot and crumbles to dust under the slightest pressure. You strip away the flaky timbers to discover hundreds of square plastic tubs, held together by a sheet of clear polythene<ch.emdash/>just what your uncle wanted! Using your hunting knife, carefully you lay open the sheet, peeling it away from the tubs, and rolling it up for future use.</p>
- <p>On the tubs themselves are blue and white labels that display the letters: NaCl.</p>
+ <p>On the tubs themselves are blue and white labels that display the letters: N<ch.thinspace/>a<ch.thinspace/>C<ch.thinspace/>l.</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="sect240">If the total is now 7 or less, <link-text>turn to 240</link-text>.</choice>
<choice idref="sect4">If it is 8 or more, <link-text>turn to 4</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>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><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><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>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>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>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 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>
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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>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.rsquot/>em out.</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>
<choice idref="sect183">If you do not possess a missile weapon, or do not have sufficient ammunition to use it, <link-text>turn to 183</link-text>.</choice>
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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>You see a cloud of dust approaching, then the roar of 100 motorcycle engines fills the air as the Detroit Lions come racing along the freeway into Colorado City. <quote>You gotta hold <ch.rsquot/>em off until we<ch.apos/>ve got this baby across,</quote> shouts Cutter, as he waves frantic signals to Uncle Jonas, who is having to fight to keep the tanker in a straight line. The sight of the makeshift platform sagging under the weight of the heavy vehicle makes your stomach churn.</p>
+ <p>You see a cloud of dust approaching, then the roar of 100 motorcycle engines fills the air as the Detroit Lions come racing along the freeway into Colorado City. <quote>You gotta hold <ch.apos/>em off until we<ch.apos/>ve got this baby across,</quote> shouts Cutter, as he waves frantic signals to Uncle Jonas, who is having to fight to keep the tanker in a straight line. The sight of the makeshift platform sagging under the weight of the heavy vehicle makes your stomach churn.</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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+ <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>For a mile beyond the junction, the highway passes through a corridor of petrified trees, the pitiful remains of a fertile city park that thrived before the holocaust. Then it crests a ridge of high ground that overlooks the sickly, tainted waters of Lake Worth. The bridge ahead is blocked by a manned barricade, and you slow to a halt, signalling to the others to pull off the road to avoid being seen.</p>
- <p>Cutter is the first to join you, his eagle eyes fixed on the barricade as silently he assesses its strength. Uncle Jonas and Hammer Harlan are the next to arrive and they are quick to ask Cutter for his opinion. <quote>Ain<ch.apos/>t nothing fancy down there,</quote> he says, almost casually. <quote>They got a few cars strung out in a line, that<ch.apos/>s all. I figure if we was to hit <ch.rsquot/>em hard enough, you can bet yer boots we<ch.apos/>d bust through their centre like a bull through a wicker fence.</quote></p>
+ <p>Cutter is the first to join you, his eagle eyes fixed on the barricade as silently he assesses its strength. Uncle Jonas and Hammer Harlan are the next to arrive and they are quick to ask Cutter for his opinion. <quote>Ain<ch.apos/>t nothing fancy down there,</quote> he says, almost casually. <quote>They got a few cars strung out in a line, that<ch.apos/>s all. I figure if we was to hit <ch.apos/>em hard enough, you can bet yer boots we<ch.apos/>d bust through their centre like a bull through a wicker fence.</quote></p>
<p><quote>We can<ch.apos/>t risk damaging a vehicle,</quote> says Hammer, wiping the sweat from his brow. <quote>If we smash a rad or rip a tyre, we can kiss goodbye to our hopes o<ch.apos/> seein<ch.apos/> Big Spring.</quote></p>
<p><quote>True enough,</quote> replies Cutter, stroking his stubbly chin. <quote>But I<ch.apos/>ve got an idea that<ch.apos/>ll give us a better-than-evens chance o<ch.apos/> cuttin<ch.apos/> through without a scratch.</quote></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.rsquot/>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>
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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><quote>We won<ch.apos/>t be a<ch.apos/> skirtin<ch.apos/> <ch.apos/>round this place,</quote> says Cutter, casting a critical eye over the surrounding landscape. <quote>The land here<ch.apos/>s too craggy. The bus and the tanker<ch.apos/>d not get a hunnerd yards. Nope, our only chance is to hit <ch.rsquot/>em before they get muled up. If we go now we could cut straight through that lil<ch.apos/> ol<ch.apos/> town and be on our way to Big Spring before they know what<ch.apos/>s happened!</quote></p>
+ <p><quote>We won<ch.apos/>t be a<ch.apos/> skirtin<ch.apos/> <ch.apos/>round this place,</quote> says Cutter, casting a critical eye over the surrounding landscape. <quote>The land here<ch.apos/>s too craggy. The bus and the tanker<ch.apos/>d not get a hunnerd yards. Nope, our only chance is to hit <ch.apos/>em before they get muled up. If we go now we could cut straight through that lil<ch.apos/> ol<ch.apos/> town and be on our way to Big Spring before they know what<ch.apos/>s happened!</quote></p>
<p>The plan is put to Uncle Jonas and he agrees that it is the colony<ch.apos/>s best chance of reaching Big Spring before nightfall. Kate volunteers to ride shotgun with you at the head of the convoy. Uncle Jonas will follow in the tanker and Cutter will close up behind with the bus, enabling those with guns to man the back window and keep any pursuers at bay.</p>
<p>Within a few minutes the plan is relayed to the colony and the vehicles are drawn up in line, ready to run the Coahoma gauntlet.</p>
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- <p>Remember to deduct a round of 9mm ammunition 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<ch.endash/>13, <link-text>turn to 104</link-text>.</choice>
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<p>On your arrival at Colorado City you discover that the colony has been busy during your absence. Using materials salvaged from the ruins of nearby factories, they have managed to put down a platform that spans the gap in the middle of the bridge. Now Cutter is supervising the strengthening of this platform to ensure that it will withstand the weight of the loaded tanker, the heaviest of the convoy vehicles.</p>
- <p>You tell everyone that you were unable to find an alternative way across the river, expecting the news to be met with disappointment. But most of the colony greets your scouting report with a nod of approval, a reaction that baffles you until Kate offers an explanation. <quote>That explosive we found at Lake Sweetwater is now under the bridge,</quote> she says, pointing towards the newly laid platform. <quote>Once we<ch.apos/>re all on the other side, I<ch.apos/>ll trigger the timer and two minutes later<ch.ellips/> boom! No bridge! It might not stop the Lions chasing us but it should keep <ch.rsquot/>em off our backs until we reach Big Spring.</quote></p>
+ <p>You tell everyone that you were unable to find an alternative way across the river, expecting the news to be met with disappointment. But most of the colony greets your scouting report with a nod of approval, a reaction that baffles you until Kate offers an explanation. <quote>That explosive we found at Lake Sweetwater is now under the bridge,</quote> she says, pointing towards the newly laid platform. <quote>Once we<ch.apos/>re all on the other side, I<ch.apos/>ll trigger the timer and two minutes later<ch.ellips/> boom! No bridge! It might not stop the Lions chasing us but it should keep <ch.apos/>em off our backs until we reach Big Spring.</quote></p>
<p>You are about to take a closer look when Pop Ewell calls everyone to the bus. He has made radio contact with Big Spring. <quote>Here, Cal,</quote> he says, handing you the headphones, <quote>your ears are younger than mine. See if you can figure out what they<ch.apos/>re saying.</quote></p>
<p>You slip on the headphones and listen to a voice that is almost completely obscured by the hiss and crackle of static. You close your eyes and concentrate as hard as you can in an effort to understand what is being said. <quote>The guy says he<ch.apos/>s going to pay us a visit,</quote> you say, hesitantly, suspecting that you have not heard the message correctly. Then the static fades and clearly you hear the words: <quote>Be with you soon. Watch the skies!</quote></p>
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- <p><quote>Strawn is held by a gang o<ch.apos/> renegades,</quote> says Mountain Goat, looking west along the freeway in the direction of the town. <quote>There<ch.apos/>s <ch.rsquot/>bout forty of them. They was kicked out o<ch.apos/> San Angelo six months ago after they tried to take over the Angelo clan from Mekong Mike. He sure whomped <ch.rsquot/>em real good. Those that got away came north an<ch.apos/> settled here. They<ch.apos/>re known as <quote>the Skulls</quote> on account o<ch.apos/> their shaved heads, an<ch.apos/> their leader is a real mean dude called Alcatraz. He an<ch.apos/> his gang have got Strawn sewn up like a genuine fortress, just in case Mekong Mike should ever get the idea to come an<ch.apos/> pay <ch.rsquot/>em a surprise visit.</quote></p>
+ <p><quote>Strawn is held by a gang o<ch.apos/> renegades,</quote> says Mountain Goat, looking west along the freeway in the direction of the town. <quote>There<ch.apos/>s <ch.apos/>bout forty of them. They was kicked out o<ch.apos/> San Angelo six months ago after they tried to take over the Angelo clan from Mekong Mike. He sure whomped <ch.apos/>em real good. Those that got away came north an<ch.apos/> settled here. They<ch.apos/>re known as <quote>the Skulls</quote> on account o<ch.apos/> their shaved heads, an<ch.apos/> their leader is a real mean dude called Alcatraz. He an<ch.apos/> his gang have got Strawn sewn up like a genuine fortress, just in case Mekong Mike should ever get the idea to come an<ch.apos/> pay <ch.apos/>em a surprise visit.</quote></p>
<p>Dangerous though it would be, a raid on Strawn must be attempted. Cutter proposes that you and he should be the ones to go: he can identify the part that is needed, and you are by far the fittest member of the colony. You swallow your fear and agree to go with him at first light.</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>
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<choice idref="sect118">If you wish to hide behind the counter, <link-text>turn to 118</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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<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 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>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><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.rsquot/>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>
<choice idref="sect211"><link-text>Turn to 211</link-text>.</choice>
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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>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.rsquot/>em out of this travelling oven and let <ch.rsquot/>em rest awhile in the shade.</quote></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>
<combat><enemy>Chickamauga</enemy><enemy-attribute class="closecombatskill">14</enemy-attribute><enemy-attribute class="endurance">28</enemy-attribute></combat>
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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</signpost>
- <signpost>USE IN CASE OF EMERGENCY</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>
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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>
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<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><quote>You gotta hold <ch.rsquot/>em off until we<ch.apos/>ve got this baby across,</quote> shouts Cutter, as he waves frantic signals to Uncle Jonas, who is having to fight to keep the tanker in a straight line. The sight of the makeshift platform sagging under the weight of the heavy vehicle makes your stomach churn.</p>
+ <p><quote>You gotta hold <ch.apos/>em off until we<ch.apos/>ve got this baby across,</quote> shouts Cutter, as he waves frantic signals to Uncle Jonas, who is having to fight to keep the tanker in a straight line. The sight of the makeshift platform sagging under the weight of the heavy vehicle makes your stomach churn.</p>
<p><quote>You can count on it!</quote> you shout in reply, then turn and follow Kate as she runs back towards the town.</p>
<p>As you reach the end of the bridge you notice two ideal defensive positions. One is a three-storey factory that overlooks the freeway; the other is an auto wreck overturned on the approach ramp to the bridge.</p>
<choice idref="sect332">If you wish to hide behind the auto wreck, <link-text>turn to 332</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>
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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>
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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>
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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.rsquot/>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>
+ <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>
<p><quote>You gone an<ch.apos/> broked down, ain<ch.apos/>t you, boy?</quote> he says, pointing at the convoy on the highway below. <quote>What exactly<ch.apos/>s the problem? You never know, maybe I kin help you out. You<ch.apos/>d not be the first folks that ol<ch.apos/> Mountain Goat<ch.apos/>d set right.</quote></p>
<p>Half-heartedly you tell the old hermit about the breakdown, suspecting that he is just wasting your time. When you have finished, he smiles once more, and taps the side of his nose with a greasy forefinger. <quote>I know just where you can lay y<ch.apos/>hands on the part you need to fix that ol<ch.apos/> bus o<ch.apos/> yours,</quote> he says, smugly.</p>
<p><quote>Where?</quote> you reply.</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>As you watch the town shrinking in your rear-view mirror, the shock of your encounter, especially the death of Long Jake, makes you shiver despite the burning midday heat. <quote>D<ch.apos/>you know those guys?</quote> you ask, anxious to make some sense of the situation.</p>
<p><quote>Yeah,</quote> replies the girl, her voice shaky, <quote>though not by choice.</quote></p>
- <p>As you race back along the highway to McKinney, the girl, whose name is Kate Norton, tells you about the events leading up to your meeting. She comes from Kansas City and is one of the lucky few who have managed to survive there since the holocaust. A month ago her colony was attacked and wiped out by a gang of motorcycle renegades called <quote>the Lions</quote>. Their leader, who calls himself Mad Dog Michigan, took a liking to her and spared her life. He was once a high-ranking HAVOC agent who had escaped from Pontiac Deep Pen near Detroit, and he and his gang, most of whom were also HAVOC escapees, were heading for the Fort Hood Military Reserve near Killeen, the largest armoury in the whole of the United States.</p>
- <p><quote>He hopes to find enough weapons and ammunition there to equip the other HAVOC clans who are in control of cities all along the eastern seaboard. Once he<ch.apos/>s armed his army he<ch.apos/>ll take over the rest of the country,</quote> she says, her blue eyes brimming with tears. <quote>Three days ago the Lions reached Oklahoma City. They were desperate for food, so Mad Dog decided to camp there and forage the surrounding area. Until then they<ch.apos/>d always been kept closely guarded, but while most of them were away I managed to steal a bike and escape. I was beginning to think I<ch.apos/>d made it. I was wrong. I ran out of fuel just north of Sherman and had to ditch the bike. I met up with your friend this morning when he walked into town. Soon after he<ch.apos/>d told me all about you and your colony and your plans to head west, those guys back there arrived. Mad Dog sent them to find me.</quote> She pauses to wipe her tears and brush the tangle of windswept blonde hair away from her beautiful face.</p>
+ <p>As you race back along the highway to McKinney, the girl, whose name is Kate Norton, tells you about the events leading up to your meeting. She comes from Kansas City and <!--ERRTAG-RE-414342-->was one of the lucky few who managed<!--/ERRTAG-RE-414342--> to survive there since the holocaust. A month ago her colony was attacked and wiped out by a gang of motorcycle renegades called <quote>the Lions</quote>. Their leader, who calls himself <!--ERRTAG-RE-414589--><quote>Mad Dog Michigan</quote><!--/ERRTAG-RE-414589-->, took a liking to her and spared her life. He was once a high-ranking HAVOC agent who had escaped from Pontiac Deep Pen near Detroit, and he and his gang, most of whom were also HAVOC escapees, were heading for the Fort Hood Military Reserve near Killeen, the largest armoury in the whole of the United States.</p>
+ <p><quote>He hopes to find enough weapons and ammunition there to equip the other HAVOC clans who are in control of cities all along the eastern seaboard. Once he<ch.apos/>s armed his army he<ch.apos/>ll take over the rest of the country,</quote> she says, her blue eyes brimming with tears. <quote>Three days ago the Lions reached Oklahoma City. They were desperate for food, so Mad Dog decided to camp there and forage the surrounding area. <!--ERRTAG-RE-415547-->Until the bikes<ch.apos/>d always been kept closely guarded, but while most of them were away I managed to steal one and escape.<!--/ERRTAG-RE-415547--> I was beginning to think I<ch.apos/>d made it. I was wrong. I ran out of fuel just north of Sherman and had to ditch the bike. I met up with your friend this morning when he walked into town. Soon after he<ch.apos/>d told me all about you and your colony and your plans to head west, those guys back there arrived. Mad Dog sent them to find me.</quote> She pauses to wipe her tears and brush the tangle of windswept blonde hair away from her beautiful face.</p>
<p><quote>I<ch.apos/>m really sorry about what happened to Long Jake. It<ch.apos/>s all my fault.</quote></p>
<p><quote>Don<ch.apos/>t blame yourself,</quote> you say, trying to console her. <quote>It<ch.apos/>s over now. Once we get back to DC1 and take off for Big Spring, Mad Dog and his gang will be just a bad memory.</quote></p>
<p><quote>I hope you<ch.apos/>re right, Cal,</quote> she says, unconvinced.</p>
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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>You use your CB radio to call the convoy and tell them what you have found. Then you cut the power to the control panel, pausing briefly to sign-off for the last time on behalf of the Doctor.</p>
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<p>The instant you set foot in the store, two hands reach out of the darkness, grab you by the jacket lapels and pull you away from the doorway. Immediately, there is a long burst of fire and a hail of bullets scythes the air where you were standing only moments before.</p>
<p><quote>These ain<ch.apos/>t no ordinary punks,</quote> growls Long Jake, peering cautiously over the edge of the bullet-shattered window frame. <quote>They<ch.apos/>re scouts for a Yankee gang that<ch.apos/>s headin<ch.apos/> this way, looking to take over. They<ch.apos/>re a mite anxious to get their hands on her, too,</quote> he says, nodding towards the girl who is crouching behind the store counter, her eyes wide with fright.</p>
- <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>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 <!--ERRTAG-RE-431763-->smoke and dust that hover<!--/ERRTAG-RE-431763--> 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>
+ <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>
<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>The rotten wood splits and crumbles under the slightest pressure, enabling you to open the crate with your bare hands. Inside, you discover hundreds of square plastic tubs, bound together with tape into units of twelve. Sealing the whole consignment is a vast sheet of clear polythene<ch.emdash/>just what your uncle wanted! Using your hunting knife, you slit open the sheeting at the corners, remove it from the tubs and fold it away carefully for future use.</p>
- <p>The tubs themselves are each adorned with blue and white labels that display the letters: N a C l.</p>
+ <p>The tubs themselves are each adorned with blue and white labels that display the letters: N<ch.thinspace/>a<ch.thinspace/>C<ch.thinspace/>l.</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="sect134">If the total is now 6 or less, <link-text>turn to 134</link-text>.</choice>
<choice idref="sect201">If it is 7 or more, <link-text>turn to 201</link-text>.</choice>
<p>At gunpoint you are led from the cell and taken across town to a broken-fenced corral around which the clansmen have gathered. This site is all that remains of the Albany Stockyards and Rodeo that once thrived here during the late 1990s. Its No. 1 enclosure is to be the place of your initiation into the Kicker clan.</p>
<p>Lying on the ground at the centre of the corral is your Hunting Knife, and beyond it, leaning against the wooden rails of the corral, is your adversary. As punishment for a breach of clan discipline, Manhattan has chosen him to fight against you in <quote>the Rite</quote>. It is a dubious honour, for he knows that his life will be forfeit if he fails.</p>
<p>The rules of the initiation ceremony are simple. When Manhattan fires his pistol, you must both dash towards the knife. The one who reaches it first will then hold the advantage in the hand-to-hand combat that follows. The combat is to the death; only he who survives the fight will be declared a worthy clan member.</p>
- <p>The crowd grow silent and nervously you wait for Manhattan to fire. His shot rings out, and you launch yourself towards the centre of the corral.</p>
+ <p>The <!--ERRTAG-RE-442204-->crowd grows<!--/ERRTAG-RE-442204--> silent and nervously you wait for Manhattan to fire. His shot rings out, and you launch yourself towards the centre of the corral.</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>.</p>
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- <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>.</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>
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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>. 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>.</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>. 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>
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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="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. Replaced <quote>silver and</quote> with <quote>silver, and</quote>.</p>
- <p>(<a idref="sect23">23</a>) Replaced <quote>Backpack items</quote> with <quote>Backpack Items</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>. Replaced <quote>Pouch and</quote> with <quote>Pouch, and</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="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>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="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>.</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>. Replaced <quote>axle and<quot> with <quote>axle, and</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="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="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>. 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="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="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>.</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="sect318">318</a>) Replaced <quote>rear view mirror</quote> with <quote>rear-view mirror</quote>.</p>
+ <p>(<a idref="sect315">315</a>) Replaced <quote>on to</quote> with <quote>onto</quote>. Replaced <quote>ignition and</quote> with <quote>ignition, and</quote>.</p>
+ <p>(<a idref="sect318">318</a>) Replaced <quote>rear view mirror</quote> with <quote>rear-view mirror</quote>.<!--ERRTAG-RE-414342-ITEM--> Replaced <quote>is one of the lucky few who have managed</quote> with <quote>was one of the lucky few who managed</quote>.<!--/ERRTAG-RE-414342-ITEM--><!--ERRTAG-RE-414589-ITEM--> Replaced <quote>Mad Dog Michigan</quote> with <quote><ch.lsquot/>Mad Dog Michigan<ch.rsquot/></quote>.<!--/ERRTAG-RE-414589-ITEM--><!--ERRTAG-RE-415547-ITEM--> Replaced <quote>Until then they<ch.apos/>d always been kept closely guarded, but while most of them were away I managed to steal a bike and escape.</quote> with <quote>Until the bikes<ch.apos/>d always been kept closely guarded, but while most of them were away I managed to steal one and escape.</quote>.<!--/ERRTAG-RE-415547-ITEM--></p>
<p>(<a idref="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>.<!--ERRTAG-RE-431763-ITEM--> Replaced <quote>smoke and dust that hovers</quote> with <quote>smoke and dust that hover</quote>.<!--/ERRTAG-RE-431763-ITEM--></p>
<p>(<a idref="sect336">336</a>) Replaced <quote>letters,</quote> with <quote>letters:</quote>.</p>
+<p>(<a idref="sect337">337</a>)<!--ERRTAG-RE-442204-ITEM--> Replaced <quote>crowd grow</quote> with <quote>crowd grows</quote>.<!--/ERRTAG-RE-442204-ITEM--></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="sect348">348</a>) Replaced <quote>gulley</quote> with <quote>gully</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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