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’
We
’
re
doing
okay
so
far
,
sir
.
I
can
’
t
say
for
sure
until
we
get
under
these
clouds
.
If
we
can
get
under
them
.
’
’
Good
enough
.
’
He
frowned
at
a
readout
,
touched
a
button
.
The
reading
changed
to
a
more
pleasing
one
.
’
Let
me
know
if
you
think
we
’
re
going
to
lose
it
.
’
’
Will
do
.
’
The
tug
struck
an
invisibility
.
Invisible
to
the
eye
,
not
to
her
instruments
.
She
bounced
once
,
twice
,
a
third
time
,
then
settled
more
comfortably
into
the
thick
wad
of
dark
cloud
.
The
ease
of
the
entry
was
a
tribute
to
Lambert
’
s
skills
in
plotting
and
Dallas
’
ss
as
a
pilot
.
It
did
not
last
.
Within
the
ocean
of
air
,
heavy
currents
swirled
.
They
began
buffeting
the
descending
ship
.
’
Turbulence
.
’
Ripley
wrestled
with
her
own
controls
.
’
Give
us
navigation
and
landing
lights
.
’
Dallas
tried
to
sort
sense
from
the
maelstrom
obscuring
the
viewscreen
.
’
Maybe
we
can
spot
something
visually
.
’
’
No
substitute
for
the
instruments
,
’
said
Ash
.
’
Not
in
this
.
’
’
No
substitute
for
maximum
input
,
either
.
Anyhow
,
I
like
to
look
.
’
