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’
Check
.
’
He
turned
to
Kane
.
’
Close
inner
hatch
.
’
The
exec
hit
the
necessary
controls
and
the
door
slid
shut
behind
them
.
’
Now
open
the
outer
.
’
Kane
repeated
the
procedure
that
had
admitted
them
to
the
lock
.
After
the
last
button
had
been
depressed
,
he
stood
back
with
the
others
and
waited
.
Unconsciously
,
Lambert
pressed
her
suit
back
against
the
inner
lock
door
,
an
instinctive
reaction
to
the
approaching
unknown
.
The
outer
hatch
slid
aside
.
Clouds
of
dust
and
steam
drifted
before
the
three
humans
.
The
predawn
light
was
the
colour
of
burnt
orange
.
It
wasn
’
t
the
familiar
,
comforting
yellow
of
Sol
,
but
Dallas
had
hopes
it
might
improve
as
the
sun
continued
to
rise
.
It
gave
them
enough
light
to
see
by
,
though
there
was
little
enough
to
see
in
that
dense
,
particle
-
thick
air
.
They
stepped
out
onto
the
lift
platform
that
ran
between
support
struts
.
Kane
touched
another
switch
.
The
platform
descended
,
sensors
located
on
its
underside
telling
it
where
the
ground
was
.
It
computed
distance
,
halted
as
its
base
kissed
the
highest
point
of
dark
stone
.
With
Dallas
leading
,
more
from
habit
than
formal
procedure
,
they
made
their
careful
way
onto
the
surface
itself
.
The
lava
was
hard
and
unyielding
under
their
suit
boots
.
Gale
-
force
winds
buffeted
them
as
they
surveyed
the
windswept
landscape
.
At
the
moment
they
could
see
nothing
save
what
ran
off
beneath
their
boots
into
the
orange
-
andbrown
mist
.
What
an
unrelievedly
depressing
place
,
Lambert
thought
.
Not
necessarily
frightening
,
though
the
inability
to
see
very
far
was
disconcerting
enough
.
It
reminded
her
of
a
night
dive
in
shark
-
infested
waters
.
You
could
never
tell
what
might
suddenly
come
at
you
out
of
the
darkness
.
Maybe
she
was
rendering
a
harsh
decision
too
soon
,
but
she
didn
’
t
think
so
.
In
all
that
shrouded
land
there
was
not
a
single
warm
colour
.
Not
a
blue
,
not
a
green
;
only
a
steady
seepage
of
yellow
,
sad
orange
,
tired
browns
and
greys
.
Nothing
to
warm
the
mind
’
s
eye
,
which
in
turn
might
ease
one
’
s
thoughts
.
The
atmosphere
was
the
colour
of
a
failed
chemistry
experiment
,
the
ground
that
of
compact
ship
excreta
.
She
pitied
-
anything
that
might
have
lived
here
.
Despite
lack
of
evidence
either
way
,
she
had
a
gut
feeling
that
nothing
lived
on
this
world
now
.
Perhaps
Kane
was
right
.
Perhaps
this
was
some
unknown
creature
’
s
concept
of
paradise
.
If
that
proved
to
be
the
case
,
she
didn
’
t
think
she
cared
for
such
a
creature
’
s
company
.
’
Which
way
?
’
