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Ripley
and
Lambert
started
to
relax
against
a
still
-
hot
wall
,
remembered
not
to
.
’
We
didn
’
t
get
it
,
’
the
warrant
officer
muttered
disappointedly
.
’
Then
where
the
hell
is
it
?
’
Lambert
asked
her
.
’
Over
here
.
’
They
all
turned
to
see
Dallas
standing
near
the
back
wall
,
behind
a
pile
of
melted
black
plastic
.
His
flamethrower
was
pointing
at
the
wall
.
’
This
is
where
it
went
.
’
Moving
over
,
Ripley
and
the
others
saw
that
Dallas
’
s
frame
was
blocking
the
expected
ventilator
opening
.
The
protective
grille
that
normally
covered
the
gap
was
lying
on
the
floor
below
it
,
in
pieces
.
Dallas
removed
the
lightbar
from
his
belt
,
directed
the
beam
into
the
shaft
.
It
revealed
only
smooth
metal
twisting
off
into
the
distance
.
When
he
spoke
he
sounded
excited
.
’
About
time
we
got
a
break
.
’
’
What
are
you
talking
about
?
’
Lambert
asked
.
He
looked
back
at
them
.
’
Don
’
t
you
see
?
This
could
end
up
working
for
us
.
This
duct
comes
out
at
the
main
airlock
.
There
’
s
only
one
other
opening
large
enough
along
the
way
for
the
creature
to
escape
through
,
and
we
can
cover
that
.
Then
we
drive
it
into
the
lock
with
the
flamethrowers
and
blast
it
into
space
.
’
’
Yeah
.
’
Lambert
’
s
tone
indicated
she
didn
’
t
share
the
captain
’
s
enthusiasm
for
the
project
.
’
Nothing
to
it
.
All
you
have
to
do
is
crawl
into
the
vent
after
it
,
find
your
way
through
the
maze
until
you
’
re
staring
it
in
the
face
,
and
then
pray
it
’
s
afraid
of
fire
.
’
