He threw himself onto his back, intending to let the spider charge over him, but the thing stopped dead above him. The legs folded upward, and the belly dropped.
	“Blue Leader?” Kelly’s tone was almost panicked. “Are—”
	“Under it.” John rolled toward the legs, then felt the thing’s undercarriage land on his shoulder—and stopped short. “Stuck.”
	He had no idea how heavy the spider machine was, but it wasn’t all that much larger than a Warthog, and he had been pinned under a couple of those before without having his Mjolnir crushed. He pushed off with his lower arm and felt the thing rock . . . then it lifted its legs off the ground, and his arm collapsed beneath him as its weight dropped.
	“Stuck harder,” he said. “Help.”