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’
Now
!
’
Parker
wrenched
open
the
door
,
jumped
back
out
of
the
way
.
Dallas
thumbed
the
firing
stud
on
the
clumsy
weapon
.
A
startlingly
wide
fan
of
orange
fire
filled
the
entrance
to
the
food
locker
,
causing
everyone
to
draw
away
from
the
intense
heat
.
Dallas
moved
forward
quickly
,
ignoring
the
lingering
heat
that
burned
his
throat
,
and
fired
another
blast
inside
.
Then
a
third
.
He
was
over
the
raised
base
now
and
had
to
twist
himself
so
he
could
fire
sideways
.
Several
minutes
were
spent
nervously
waiting
outside
for
the
locker
’
s
interior
to
cool
enough
for
them
to
enter
.
Despite
the
wait
,
the
heat
radiating
from
the
smouldering
garbage
inside
was
so
intense
they
had
to
walk
carefully
,
lest
they
bump
into
any
of
the
oven
-
hot
crates
or
the
locker
walls
.
The
locker
itself
was
a
total
loss
.
What
the
alien
had
begun
,
Dallas
’
s
flamethrower
had
finished
.
Deep
black
streaks
showed
on
the
walls
,
testimony
to
the
concentrated
power
of
the
incinerator
.
The
stench
of
charred
artificial
-
food
components
mixed
with
carbonized
packaging
was
overpowering
in
the
confined
space
.
Despite
the
havoc
wrought
by
the
flamethrower
,
not
everything
within
the
locker
had
been
destroyed
.
Ample
evidence
of
the
alien
’
s
handiwork
lay
scattered
about
,
untouched
by
the
flames
.
Packages
of
every
size
were
strewn
about
the
floor
,
opened
in
ways
and
by
means
their
manufacturers
had
never
envisioned
.
Solid
-
metal
storage
’
tins
’
(
so
called
because
of
tradition
and
not
their
metallurgical
makeup
)
had
been
peeled
apart
like
fruit
.
From
what
they
could
see
,
the
alien
hadn
’
t
left
much
intact
for
the
flamethrower
to
finish
off
.
Keeping
trackers
and
incinerators
handy
,
they
poked
through
the
debris
.
Pungent
smoke
drifted
upward
and
burned
their
eyes
.
Careful
inspection
of
every
sizable
pile
of
ruined
supplies
failed
to
produce
the
hoped
-
for
discovery
.
Since
all
the
food
stocked
aboard
the
Nostromo
was
artificial
and
homogenous
in
composition
,
the
only
bones
they
would
find
would
belong
to
the
alien
.
But
the
closest
thing
they
found
to
bones
were
the
reinforcing
bands
from
several
large
crates
.
