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"I hate jungles!" Beka groused as she trudged through the jungle, carrying her rifle under her arm, Dylan and Harper bringing up the rear. "Hate, hate, hate them. I hate bugs. I hate HEAT. I hate planets. And I **HATE** having to come to someplace like this to rescue you two bums!"
Harper grinned. "Me thinks the lady protests too much!" he said with a cocky smile.
"The lady has a military-grade weapon and access to explosives," Dylan groaned.
Harper's face fell. "Point."
*Hey, it was what popped into my head!*