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You shrink back in order to gain any extra cover you can from the foliage, but as you do you hear a crack from behind you as though somebody has trodden on a twig. You spin around quickly drawing your gun in one fluid movement, but you are too slow. You feel a hard blow to your shoulder and you are kicked to the ground.

You turn slowly to see the blond woman aiming a gun at your head, your carelessness has cost you your life.