You duck under the red tape, unseen by your tour director, and run into the target field. As you start looking through the charred remains of once great miltary vehicles, a soft buzzing grabs your attention. Over the hangars on the far east of the field flies three HUGE AC-130 gunships. You close your eyes, kneel to the ground and pray that they are just flying over the field, and they are not going to shoot you. Those hopes are shattered when you hear the guns start firing. You can hear the bullets wizz by you at impossible speeds until one burries itself in you. All you can do is scream, and die:
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