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They
covered
five
metres
,
then
ten
.
A
muscle
in
Ripley
’
s
left
calf
jumped
like
a
grasshopper
,
hurting
her
.
She
ignored
it
.
They
continued
on
,
the
distance
as
computed
by
the
tracker
shrinking
irrevocably
.
Now
she
was
walking
in
a
half
crouch
,
ready
to
spring
backward
the
instant
any
fragment
of
the
darkness
gave
hint
of
movement
.
The
tracker
,
its
beeper
now
intentionally
turned
off
,
brought
her
to
a
halt
at
the
end
of
fifteen
point
two
metres
.
The
light
here
was
still
dim
,
but
sufficient
to
show
them
that
nothing
cowered
in
the
malodorous
corridor
.
Slowly
turning
the
tracker
,
she
tried
to
watch
both
it
and
the
far
end
of
the
passage
.
The
needle
shifted
minutely
on
the
dial
.
She
raised
her
gaze
,
noticed
a
small
hatch
set
into
the
corridor
wall
.
It
was
slightly
ajar
.
Parker
and
Brett
noted
where
her
attention
was
concentrated
.
They
positioned
themselves
to
cover
as
much
of
the
deck
in
front
of
the
hatch
as
possible
.
Ripley
nodded
at
them
when
they
were
set
,
trying
to
shake
some
of
the
dripping
perspiration
from
her
face
.
She
took
a
deep
breath
and
set
the
tracker
on
the
floor
.
With
her
free
hand
she
grasped
the
hatch
handle
.
It
was
cold
and
clammy
against
her
already
damp
palm
.
Raising
the
prod
,
she
depressed
the
button
on
its
handle
end
,
slammed
herself
against
the
corridor
wall
,
and
jammed
the
metal
tube
inside
the
locker
.
A
horrible
squalling
sounded
loudly
in
the
corridor
.
A
small
creature
that
was
all
bulging
eyes
and
flashing
claws
exploded
from
the
locker
.
It
landed
neatly
in
the
middle
of
the
net
as
a
frantic
pair
of
engineers
fought
to
envelop
it
in
as
many
layers
of
the
tough
strands
as
possible
.
’
Hang
on
,
hang
on
!
’
Parker
was
shouting
triumphantly
.
’
We
got
the
little
bastard
,
we
.
.
!
’
Ripley
was
peering
into
the
net
.
A
great
surge
of
disappointment
went
through
her
.
She
turned
off
the
tube
,
picked
up
the
tracker
again
.
’
Goddamn
it
,
’
she
muttered
tiredly
.
’
Relax
,
you
two
.
Look
at
it
.
’
Parker
let
go
of
the
net
at
the
same
time
as
Brett
.
Both
had
seen
what
they
’
d
caught
and
were
mumbling
angrily
.
A
very
annoyed
cat
shot
out
of
the
entangling
webwork
,
ran
hissing
and
spitting
back
up
the
corridor
before
Ripley
could
protest
.
