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As she sat there, in the open cockpit of the Jeep that looked down from a rise in the dunes at the giant spiders swarming down upon the hapless Grantly, she couldn't believe she was even contemplating this; almost out of petrol, her gunner already gone, leaving the deck-mounted sub-machine gun without an operator, and oh, yes, there was the niggling little problem of her pathological fear of spiders, even now setting her skin to crawl at the sight of the disgusting monsters, even from this distance; but that was Grantly down there, the man who has saved her own father so many years ago, and in so doing, made her mere existence possible... the man she had once sworn to pay back for the favor of life he'd given her... the sight of him, determinedly struggling to prepare for battle, was all she needed to clench her teeth, throw the tired Jeep in gear, and pop the clutch, roaring down upon the milieu like a she-tiger on the attack...
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