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To
replenish
that
atmosphere
,
she
knew
,
the
ship
had
been
forced
to
bleed
their
storage
tanks
.
They
’
d
deal
with
that
new
problem
when
they
were
forced
to
,
she
thought
.
’
Are
you
all
right
?
’
Ash
was
querying
Parker
.
’
What
finally
happened
here
?
’
Parker
wiped
a
crust
of
dried
blood
from
his
upper
mouth
,
tried
to
shake
the
webs
from
his
brain
.
’
I
’
ll
live
.
’
For
the
moment
,
he
ignored
the
science
officer
’
s
last
question
.
’
What
about
the
alien
?
’
Ash
tried
again
.
Parker
shook
his
head
,
wincing
at
some
sudden
pain
.
’
We
didn
’
t
get
it
.
The
warning
Klaxon
went
off
and
it
jumped
back
into
the
corridor
.
It
caught
an
arm
,
or
whatever
you
’
d
like
to
call
it
,
in
the
closing
inner
door
.
Just
pulled
itself
free
like
a
lizard
shedding
its
tail
.
’
’
Why
not
,
’
commented
Ash
,
’
with
its
inbuilt
talent
for
regeneration
?
’
The
engineer
continued
,
sounding
every
bit
as
disappointed
as
he
felt
.
’
We
had
the
bastard
.
We
had
him
.
’
He
paused
,
added
,
’
When
it
pulled
free
of
its
limb
,
it
bled
all
over
the
place
.
The
limb
did
.
I
guess
the
stump
healed
over
fast
,
lucky
for
us
.
The
acid
ate
right
through
the
hatch
.
That
’
s
what
caused
the
depressurization
.
’
He
pointed
shakily
toward
the
door
sealing
off
the
airlock
vestibule
from
the
rest
of
the
corridor
.
’
You
can
probably
see
the
hole
in
the
hatch
from
here
.
’
’
Never
mind
that
now
.
’
Ash
looked
up
curiously
.
’
Who
hit
the
warning
siren
?
’
