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Dallas
looked
up
from
the
layout
.
’
You
’
re
absolutely
sure
it
dragged
Brett
into
a
vent
.
’
’
It
disappeared
into
one
of
the
cooling
ducts
.
’
Ripley
was
scratching
the
back
of
one
hand
with
the
other
.
’
I
’
m
sure
I
saw
it
go
in
.
Anyway
,
there
was
nowhere
else
for
it
to
go
.
’
’
No
question
about
it
,
’
Parker
added
.
’
It
’
s
using
the
air
shafts
to
move
around
.
That
’
s
why
we
never
ran
it
down
with
the
tracker
.
’
’
The
air
shafts
.
’
Dallas
looked
convinced
.
’
Makes
sense
.
Jones
does
the
same
thing
.
’
Lambert
played
with
her
coffee
,
stirring
the
dark
liquid
with
an
idle
finger
.
’
Brett
could
still
be
alive
.
’
’
Not
a
chance
.
’
Ripley
wasn
’
t
being
fatalistic
,
only
logical
.
’
It
snapped
him
up
like
a
rag
doll
.
’
’
What
does
it
want
him
for
,
anyway
?
’
Lambert
wanted
to
know
.
’
Why
take
him
instead
of
killing
him
on
the
spot
?
’
’
Perhaps
it
requires
an
incubator
,
the
way
the
first
form
used
Kane
,
’
Ash
suggested
.
’
Or
food
,
’
said
Ripley
tightly
.
She
shivered
.
Lambert
put
down
her
coffee
.
