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Keeping
his
eyes
on
the
hidden
places
,
Dallas
started
toward
an
open
cabinet
.
It
would
make
an
excellent
hiding
place
.
But
close
inspection
of
the
interior
showed
only
medical
supplies
,
neatly
arranged
and
undisturbed
.
If
they
were
going
to
try
to
trap
the
creature
with
something
other
than
their
hands
,
they
needed
something
solid
.
Dallas
chose
the
first
suitably
sized
object
he
saw
,
a
stainless
-
steel
alloy
tray
.
As
he
turned
to
continue
the
stalk
,
he
was
quite
aware
that
if
the
creature
felt
sufficiently
threatened
,
it
could
melt
its
way
through
the
tray
as
easily
and
effortlessly
as
it
could
Dallas
’
s
hands
.
But
the
weight
was
comforting
.
Ash
was
inspecting
the
far
corner
of
the
infirmary
.
Ripley
grew
bored
standing
next
to
the
door
.
She
closed
it
,
walked
in
,
and
looked
beneath
the
platform
holding
Kane
,
thinking
the
creature
might
have
attached
itself
to
the
underside
.
Every
muscle
in
her
body
tensed
,
ready
to
throw
her
clear
at
the
first
sight
of
the
tiny
invader
.
She
wasn
’
t
disappointed
when
the
underside
of
the
platform
proved
to
be
unoccupied
.
Straightening
,
she
considered
where
to
search
next
.
She
brushed
against
a
bulkhead
.
Something
solid
and
unyielding
landed
on
her
shoulder
.
Her
head
jerked
around
and
she
found
herself
staring
at
long
skeletal
fingers
and
a
dull
grey
cabochon
of
an
eye
.
Somehow
she
got
out
a
single
scream
.
Her
muscles
spasmed
and
she
twisted
awkwardly
.
As
she
did
so
,
the
creature
tumbled
heavily
to
the
deck
.
It
lay
motionless
.
Dallas
and
Ash
had
come
running
at
her
scream
.
Now
the
three
of
them
stood
gazing
at
the
motionless
shape
lying
among
them
.
The
fingers
were
clenched
tight
,
uncannily
like
the
hand
of
a
dead
man
,
which
it
still
resembled
more
closely
than
anything
else
.
Only
the
extra
fingers
,
the
tail
,
and
the
dull
,
lidless
eye
broke
the
illusion
.
Ripley
’
s
right
hand
rested
on
the
shoulder
where
the
thing
had
landed
.
She
was
gulping
air
rather
than
inhaling
it
,
the
adrenalin
slowly
leaking
from
her
system
.
She
could
still
feel
the
alien
weight
on
her
.
She
extended
a
booted
foot
,
prodded
the
hand
-
shape
.
It
didn
’
t
move
or
resist
.
In
addition
to
the
dullness
of
the
single
eye
,
its
leathery
skin
looked
shrunken
and
dry
.
She
nudged
it
with
her
foot
again
,
turning
it
over
.
The
tube
lay
limply
against
the
palm
,
almost
completely
retracted
.
’
I
think
it
’
s
dead
.
’
Dallas
studied
the
unanticipated
corpse
a
moment
longer
,
then
glanced
at
Ripley
.
’
You
okay
?
’
