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’
All
that
paranoia
coming
up
again
,
’
he
said
sadly
.
’
You
just
need
to
rest
a
little
.
’
He
took
a
step
toward
her
,
reached
out
helpfully
.
She
bolted
,
ducking
just
beneath
his
clutching
fingers
.
Then
she
was
out
in
the
corridor
,
sprinting
for
the
bridge
.
She
was
too
busy
to
scream
for
help
,
and
she
needed
the
wind
.
There
was
no
one
on
the
bridge
.
Somehow
she
got
around
him
again
,
throwing
emergency
switches
as
she
ran
.
Bulkhead
doors
responded
by
dropping
shut
behind
her
,
each
one
just
a
second
too
late
to
cut
him
off
.
He
finally
caught
her
in
the
mess
chamber
.
Parker
and
Lambert
arrived
seconds
later
.
The
signals
set
off
by
the
closing
bulkhead
doors
had
alerted
them
that
something
was
wrong
in
the
vicinity
of
the
bridge
,
and
they
’
d
been
on
their
way
there
when
they
encountered
pursuer
and
pursued
.
While
it
was
not
the
type
of
emergency
they
’
d
expected
to
find
,
they
reacted
well
.
Lambert
was
first
in
.
She
jumped
on
Ash
’
s
back
.
Annoyed
,
he
let
go
of
Ripley
,
grabbed
the
navigator
,
and
threw
her
across
the
room
,
then
returned
to
what
he
’
d
been
doing
a
moment
before
,
trying
to
squeeze
the
life
out
of
Ripley
.
Parker
’
s
reaction
was
less
immediate
but
better
thought
out
.
Ash
would
have
appreciated
the
engineer
’
s
reasoning
.
Parker
hefted
one
of
the
compact
trackers
and
stepped
behind
Ash
,
who
single
-
mindedly
continued
to
choke
Ripley
.
The
engineer
swung
the
tracker
with
all
his
strength
.
There
was
a
dull
thunk
The
tracker
continued
through
its
arc
while
Ash
’
s
head
went
a
different
way
.
There
was
no
blood
.
Only
multihued
wires
and
printed
circuits
showed
,
protruding
from
the
terminated
stump
of
the
science
officer
’
s
neck
.
Ash
released
Ripley
.
She
collapsed
on
the
floor
,
choking
and
holding
her
throat
.
His
hands
performed
a
macabre
pantomime
above
his
shoulders
while
hunting
for
the
missing
skull
.
Then
he
,
or
more
properly
,
it
,
stumbled
backward
,
regained
its
balance
,
and
commenced
searching
the
deck
for
the
separated
head
.
.
