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The
tight
knot
of
edgy
humanity
worked
its
cautious
way
down
from
the
mess
to
B
level
.
They
were
heading
for
the
next
companionway
when
both
tracking
devices
commenced
a
frantic
beeping
.
Ash
and
Ripley
quickly
shut
off
the
beepers
.
They
had
to
follow
the
shifting
needles
only
a
dozen
metres
before
a
louder
,
different
sound
became
audible
:
metal
tearing
.
’
Easy
.
’
Dallas
cradled
his
flamethrower
,
turned
the
corner
in
the
corridor
.
Loud
rending
noises
continued
,
more
clearly
now
.
He
knew
where
they
were
originating
.
’
The
food
locker
,
’
he
whispered
back
to
them
.
’
It
’
s
inside
.
’
’
Listen
to
that
,
’
Lambert
murmured
in
awe
.
’
Jesus
,
it
must
be
big
.
’
’
Big
enough
,
’
agreed
Parker
softly
.
’
I
saw
it
,
remember
.
And
strong
.
It
carried
Brett
like
.
.
’
He
cut
off
in
mid
-
sentence
,
thoughts
of
Brett
choking
off
any
desire
for
conversation
.
Dallas
raised
the
nozzle
of
his
flamethrower
.
’
There
’
s
a
duct
opening
into
the
back
of
the
locker
.
That
’
s
how
it
got
here
.
’
He
glanced
over
at
Parker
.
’
You
sure
these
things
are
working
?
’
’
I
made
them
,
didn
’
t
I
?
’
’
That
’
s
what
worries
us
,
’
said
Ripley
.
They
moved
forward
.
The
tearing
sounds
continued
.
When
they
were
positioned
just
outside
the
locker
,
Dallas
glanced
from
Parker
to
the
door
handle
.
The
engineer
reluctantly
got
a
grip
on
the
heavy
protrusion
.
Dallas
stood
back
a
couple
of
steps
,
readied
the
flamethrower
.
