The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Rusted car husks are stacked haphazardly in a massive, abandoned quarry, like... three or four levels deep, some with twisted, crushed bike frames sticking out of their windshields. Umm, air's heavy with the smell of gasoline and burnt rubber, and the ground itself is vibrating at this low, steady hum. Sun's at mid-morning, casting long shadows down the quarry walls, and in the center of this wreckage is a fully-assembled, giant, metallic spider - easily as big as a two-story house - that appears to be extruding some kind of... translucent, pulsating goo.