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Dallas
whirled
,
his
eyes
darting
around
the
tunnel
,
canvassing
ceiling
,
floor
,
walls
,
and
the
large
shaft
opening
he
’
d
just
emerged
from
.
Then
he
looked
back
down
the
catwalk
to
the
repair
junction
,
his
gaze
settling
on
the
spot
where
he
’
d
been
sitting
just
seconds
ago
.
He
lowered
the
nose
of
the
flamethrower
.
If
he
was
now
the
front
signal
,
having
moved
down
the
catwalk
,
then
the
cause
of
the
double
signal
ought
be
.
.
his
finger
started
to
tense
on
the
incinerator
’
s
trigger
.
A
hand
reached
up
from
below
and
behind
,
toward
his
ankle
.
The
alien
was
the
front
signal
.
Ripley
stood
alone
by
the
duct
,
watching
it
and
thinking
of
the
open
airlock
standing
ready
nearby
.
There
was
a
distant
ringing
sound
.
At
first
she
thought
it
was
inside
her
head
,
where
funny
noises
often
originated
.
Then
it
was
repeated
,
louder
,
and
followed
by
an
echo
this
time
.
It
seemed
to
be
coming
from
deep
within
the
shaft
.
Her
hands
tensed
on
the
flamethrower
.
The
ringing
ceased
.
Against
her
better
judgment
she
moved
a
little
closer
to
the
opening
,
keeping
the
nozzle
of
the
flamethrower
focused
on
it
.
There
came
a
recognizable
sound
.
A
scream
.
She
recognized
the
voice
.
Forgetting
all
carefully
laid
plans
,
all
sensible
procedure
,
she
ran
the
rest
of
the
way
to
the
opening
.
’
Dallas
.
.
Dallas
!
’
There
were
no
more
screams
after
the
first
.
Only
a
soft
,
far
-
off
thumping
,
which
rapidly
faded
away
She
checked
her
tracker
.
It
displayed
a
single
blip
,
the
red
colour
also
fading
fast
.
Just
like
the
scream
.
