Your gunfire wounds the clansman but does not prevent him from returning fire, and, as he staggers back, he empties his magazine into your hiding place. The bullets rip through the table and hit your chest and legs. You try to move but cannot. Colours swim before your eyes and the sharp pain that fills your body at first quickly gives way to a numbness that clouds your mind. You try to fight the overwhelming urge to close your eyes, but eventually you drift off into a sleep from which you will never awaken.
Tragically, your life and your mission end here in El Paso.