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Trinity stared out the grimy window, rubbing a circle of dust on the surface to get a clear view. Frissons of fear crept up the muscles each side of his spine, jolts of hot electricity coursed through his elbows as he watched the chasm in the rocky face of the cliff.

Exiting from the gaping wound of the bluff were giants. They weren't at all like what he had imagined, from the early childhood stories or even from the Khandahar story. These giants were well dressed and groomed, with metallic armor and tailored clothing beneath. Their hair wasn't all red...in fact, some of them had blonde and brown lengths of hair, swept up high into queue's at the back like Khal Drogo in the popular dragon series he had watched years before.

Their pikes were exceedingly long, they had long shields. Trinity blinked several times, maybe expecting that if he blinked enough they wouldn't be there. He reached over and touched Chip on the shoulder to get his attention.

"Chip!" he whispered urgently, "f*cking look at them, man...they just keep coming out. We just came up here to camp. What do we do?!"

Chip leaned in, looking out the window, his eyes growing round and he uttered a quiet expletive. He looked at Trinity.

"Call Janey...we gotta get the word out. There's an invasion..."