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Unaware
of
the
steady
cursing
taking
place
back
in
engineering
,
the
five
on
the
bridge
went
about
the
business
of
trying
to
set
the
tug
down
intact
and
near
to
the
signal
source
.
’
Approaching
point
of
origin
.
’
Lambert
studied
a
gauge
.
’
Closing
at
twenty
-
five
kilometres
.
Twenty
.
Ten
,
five
.
.
’
’
Slowing
and
turning
.
’
Dallas
leaned
over
on
the
manual
helm
.
’
Correct
course
three
degrees
,
four
minutes
right
.
’
He
complied
with
the
directions
.
’
That
’
s
got
it
.
Five
kilometres
to
centre
of
search
circle
and
steady
.
’
’
Tightening
now
.
’
Dallas
fingered
the
helm
once
more
.
’
Three
kiloms
.
Two
.
’
Lambert
sounded
just
a
mite
excited
,
though
whether
from
the
danger
or
the
nearness
of
the
signal
source
Dallas
couldn
’
t
tell
.
’
We
’
re
practically
circling
above
it
now
.
’
’
Nice
work
,
Lambert
.
Ripley
,
what
’
s
the
terrain
like
?
Find
us
a
landing
spot
.
’
’
Working
,
sir
.
’
She
tried
several
panels
,
her
expression
of
disgust
growing
deeper
as
unacceptable
readings
came
back
.
Dallas
continued
to
make
sure
the
ship
held
its
target
in
the
centre
of
its
circling
flightpath
while
Ripley
fought
to
make
sense
of
the
unseen
surface
.
’
Visual
line
of
sight
impossible
.
’
’
We
can
see
that
,
’
Kane
mumbled
.
’
Or
rather
,
can
’
t
see
it
.
’
The
rare
half
-
glimpses
the
instruments
had
given
him
of
the
ground
hadn
’
t
put
him
in
a
pleasant
frame
of
mind
.
