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She
didn
’
t
have
to
hunt
long
for
the
cat
.
After
searching
the
mess
and
making
certain
she
didn
’
t
touch
Ash
’
s
decapitated
form
,
she
headed
for
the
bridge
.
She
found
Jones
immediately
.
He
was
lying
on
Dallas
’
s
console
,
preening
himself
and
looking
bored
.
She
smiled
at
him
.
’
Jones
,
you
’
re
in
luck
.
’
Apparently
the
cat
disagreed
.
When
she
reached
for
him
he
jumped
lithely
off
the
console
and
walked
away
,
licking
himself
.
She
bent
,
followed
him
,
coaxing
with
hands
and
voice
.
’
Come
on
,
Jones
.
Don
’
t
play
hard
to
get
.
Not
now
.
The
others
won
’
t
wait
for
you
.
’
’
How
much
do
you
think
we
’
ll
need
?
’
Lambert
stopped
stacking
boxes
,
looked
over
at
Parker
,
and
wiped
a
hair
from
her
face
.
’
All
we
can
carry
.
We
don
’
t
want
to
make
two
trips
.
’
’
For
sure
.
’
She
turned
to
rearrange
her
assembled
stack
.
A
voice
sounded
over
the
open
communicator
.
’
Goddamn
it
,
Jones
,
come
here
.
Here
kitty
.
.
come
to
mama
,
kitty
.
’
Ripley
’
s
tone
was
gentle
and
reassuring
,
but
Lambert
could
detect
the
exasperation
beneath
.
Parker
staggered
out
of
Food
Locker
2
,
hidden
behind
a
double
armload
of
food
.
Lambert
continued
to
sort
her
boxes
,
occasionally
trading
one
for
another
.
The
thought
of
eating
raw
,
unpreprocessed
artificial
food
was
daunting
at
best
.
There
was
no
autochef
on
the
tiny
shuttle
.
The
raw
bulk
would
keep
them
alive
,
but
that
was
all
.
She
wanted
the
tastiest
selection
possible
.
