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’
No
,
no
.
’
She
tried
,
too
late
,
to
instruct
them
.
’
Don
’
t
let
it
get
away
.
’
A
faint
flicker
of
orange
fur
vanished
into
the
distance
.
’
Yeah
,
you
’
re
right
,
’
agreed
Parker
.
’
We
should
have
killed
it
.
Now
we
might
pick
it
up
on
the
tracker
again
.
’
Ripley
glanced
sharply
at
him
,
said
nothing
.
Then
she
turned
her
attention
to
the
less
homicidally
inclined
Brett
.
’
You
go
get
him
.
We
can
debate
what
to
do
with
him
later
,
but
it
would
be
a
good
idea
to
keep
him
around
or
penned
up
in
his
box
so
he
can
’
t
confuse
the
machine
.
.
or
us
.
’
Brett
nodded
.
’
Right
.
’
He
turned
and
trotted
back
up
the
passageway
after
the
cat
.
Ripley
and
Parker
continued
slowly
in
the
opposite
direction
,
Ripley
trying
to
handle
tracker
and
tube
and
help
Parker
with
the
net
at
the
same
time
.
An
open
door
led
into
a
large
equipment
maintenance
bay
.
Brett
took
a
last
look
up
and
down
the
corridor
,
saw
no
sign
of
the
cat
.
On
the
other
hand
,
the
loosely
stocked
chamber
was
full
of
ideal
cat
hiding
places
.
If
the
cat
wasn
’
t
inside
,
he
’
d
rejoin
the
others
,
he
decided
.
It
could
be
anywhere
on
the
ship
by
now
.
But
the
equipment
bay
was
a
logical
place
for
it
to
take
refuge
.
There
was
light
inside
,
though
no
brighter
than
in
the
corridor
.
Brett
ignored
the
rows
of
stacked
instrument
pods
,
the
carelessly
bundled
containers
of
solid
-
state
replacement
modules
and
dirty
tools
.
Luminescent
panels
identified
contents
.
It
occurred
to
him
that
by
now
his
two
companions
were
probably
out
of
earshot
.
The
thought
made
him
jittery
.
The
sooner
he
got
his
hands
on
that
damned
cat
,
the
better
.
’
Jones
.
.
here
,
kitty
,
kitty
.
Jones
cat
.
Come
to
Brett
,
kitty
,
kitty
.
’
He
bent
to
peer
into
a
dark
crevice
between
two
huge
crates
.
The
slit
was
deserted
.
Rising
,
he
wiped
sweat
from
his
eyes
,
first
the
left
,
then
the
right
.
’
Goddamn
it
,
Jones
,
’
he
muttered
softly
,
’
where
the
hell
are
you
hiding
?
’
