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The
acid
ate
completely
through
.
There
was
a
bang
of
departing
air
,
and
a
small
hurricane
enveloped
them
.
Air
screamed
as
it
was
sucked
into
a
vacuum
.
A
flashing
red
sign
appeared
in
several
recesses
in
the
corridor
walls
.
CRITICAL
DEPRESSURIZATION
.
The
Klaxon
was
sounding
again
,
more
hysterically
now
and
with
better
reason
.
Emergency
doors
slammed
shut
all
over
the
ship
,
beginning
with
the
breached
section
.
Parker
and
Ripley
should
have
been
safely
sealed
in
a
section
of
corridor
.
.
except
that
the
airtight
door
separating
them
from
the
airlock
vestibule
had
jammed
on
one
of
the
methane
cylinders
.
Wind
continued
to
tear
at
her
as
she
hunted
for
something
,
anything
,
to
fight
with
.
There
was
only
the
remaining
tank
.
She
raised
it
,
used
it
to
hammer
at
the
jammed
cylinder
.
If
either
one
of
them
cracked
,
a
slight
spark
from
metal
banging
on
metal
could
set
off
the
contents
of
both
bottles
.
But
if
she
didn
’
t
knock
it
free
,
quickly
,
the
complete
depressurization
would
kill
them
anyway
.
Lack
of
air
was
already
weakening
her
.
Blood
frothed
at
her
nose
and
ears
.
The
fall
in
pressure
made
Parker
’
s
existing
wounds
bleed
afresh
.
She
heaved
the
bottle
at
the
trapped
cylinder
a
last
time
.
It
popped
free
as
easily
as
a
clean
birth
.
The
door
slammed
the
rest
of
the
way
shut
behind
it
,
and
the
howl
of
disappearing
wind
vanished
.
Confused
air
continued
to
swirl
around
them
for
several
minutes
more
.
On
the
bridge
,
Lambert
had
seen
the
ominous
readouts
appear
on
her
console
:
HULL
BREACHEDвЂ
"
-
EMERGENCY
BULKHEADS
CLOSED
.
She
hit
the
’
com
.
’
Ash
,
get
some
oxygen
.
Meet
me
at
the
main
lock
by
the
last
of
the
sealed
doors
.
’
