Suddenly one hundred thousand dollars sounds paltry at best. Tuco can't even think how much something like that must be worth. The very idea of it is beyond his comprehension, and he's left standing, stupefied while Niko goes on ahead, chipping in with some of his usual brand of pessimism.
As the light spreads down the corridor, Tuco squints, eyes falling straight on the spider. His fingers automatically twitch to the butt of his pistol, but he doesn't actually go as far as raising it.]
It's dead?
[If that's meant to be a question, he doesn't actually wait for an answer. He's already edging forwards, apparently now wanting to take point, his eyes fixed on the shape to the side of the spider. His heart is starting to hammer.]
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Suddenly one hundred thousand dollars sounds paltry at best. Tuco can't even think how much something like that must be worth. The very idea of it is beyond his comprehension, and he's left standing, stupefied while Niko goes on ahead, chipping in with some of his usual brand of pessimism.
As the light spreads down the corridor, Tuco squints, eyes falling straight on the spider. His fingers automatically twitch to the butt of his pistol, but he doesn't actually go as far as raising it.]
It's dead?
[If that's meant to be a question, he doesn't actually wait for an answer. He's already edging forwards, apparently now wanting to take point, his eyes fixed on the shape to the side of the spider. His heart is starting to hammer.]