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You stagger around waving your arms franticly, listening intently for any hints as to where you are, and how much danger you’re in.

  Eventually, you run into a little kid selling gum.  You grab him, hand him a wad of cash, and say "I need to borrow your eyes, kid."  The kid sees your bloodied face, takes your money, and guides you down the street.  You keep your gun at the ready, in case any of the men participating in the current coup give you any trouble.  This could be a long day. 	

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