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’
Speaking
of
fixing
and
cleaning
up
,
’
she
continued
,
’
what
’
s
wrong
with
the
lights
?
I
said
I
wasn
’
t
familiar
with
this
part
of
the
ship
,
but
you
can
hardly
see
your
own
nose
here
.
I
thought
you
guys
fixed
twelve
module
.
We
should
have
better
illumination
than
this
,
even
down
here
.
’
’
We
did
fix
it
,
’
Brett
protested
.
Parker
moved
to
squint
at
a
nearby
panel
.
’
Delivery
system
must
be
acting
cautious
.
Some
of
the
circuits
haven
’
t
been
receiving
their
usual
steady
current
,
you
know
.
It
was
tough
enough
to
restore
power
without
blowing
every
conductor
on
the
ship
.
When
things
get
tricky
,
affected
systems
restrict
their
acceptance
of
power
to
prevent
overloads
.
This
one
’
s
overdoing
it
,
though
.
We
can
fix
that
.
’
He
touched
a
switch
on
the
panel
,
cut
in
an
override
.
The
light
in
the
corridor
grew
brighter
.
They
travelled
farther
before
Ripley
abruptly
halted
and
threw
up
a
cautionary
hand
.
’
Wait
.
’
Parker
nearly
fell
in
his
haste
to
obey
,
and
Brett
almost
stumbled
in
the
netting
.
Nobody
laughed
or
came
near
to
doing
so
.
’
We
’
re
close
?
’
Parker
whispered
the
question
,
straining
with
inadequate
eyes
to
penetrate
the
blackness
ahead
.
Ripley
checked
the
needle
,
matched
it
to
Ash
’
s
handengraved
scale
etched
into
the
metal
alongside
the
illuminated
screen
.
’
According
to
this
,
it
’
s
within
fifteen
metres
.
’
Parker
and
Brett
tightened
their
hold
on
the
net
without
being
told
to
.
Ripley
hefted
her
tube
,
switched
it
on
.
She
moved
slowly
forward
with
the
tube
in
her
right
hand
and
the
tracker
in
the
other
.
It
was
hard
,
oh
,
impossibly
hard
,
to
imagine
any
three
people
making
less
noise
than
Ripley
,
Parker
,
and
Brett
were
making
in
that
corridor
.
Even
the
previously
steady
pantings
of
their
lungs
were
muted
.
