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As the Jeeps continue to fire, Galt rushes to his truck. He ducks behind the rear wheels and reloads his pistol. He proceeds to fire at the men in the turrets. His arm was now soaked in blood and he tried to stay awake. Several bullets struck the railing of the truck's bed and Galt dropped down on his knees to avoid stray munitions. The dusty ground beneath him began to collect drops of blood dripping out of his jacket. As the salvos sliced into the tires, Galt reflexively snapped back, wrenching his arm as he fell. He tried to press his hand to the wound and crawl away but his consciousness faded before he could roll over.