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They
continued
on
the
new
course
,
Lambert
keeping
all
her
attention
on
the
finder
’
s
screen
,
Dallas
and
Kane
keeping
theirs
on
Lambert
.
Around
them
the
storm
grew
momentarily
wilder
.
Dust
particles
made
insistent
ticking
noises
as
the
wind
drove
them
against
the
faceplates
of
their
helmets
,
forming
speech
patterns
within
their
brains
.
Tick
,
tick
.
.
let
us
in
.
.
flick
,
pock
.
.
let
us
in
,
let
us
in
.
.
Dallas
shook
himself
.
The
silence
,
the
cloud
-
enveloped
desolation
,
the
orange
haze
;
all
were
beginning
to
get
to
him
.
’
It
’
s
close
,
’
Lambert
said
.
Suit
monitors
simultaneously
informed
the
distant
Ash
of
their
suddenly
increased
pulse
rate
.
’
Very
close
.
’
They
continued
on
.
Something
loomed
ahead
,
high
above
them
.
Dallas
’
s
breath
came
in
short
gasps
now
,
from
excitement
as
much
as
exertion
.
Disappointment
.
.
it
was
only
a
large
rock
formation
,
twisted
and
grotesque
.
Ash
’
s
guess
about
the
possibility
of
them
entering
higher
country
was
proven
correct
.
They
took
temporary
shelter
beneath
the
stone
monolith
.
At
the
same
time
,
the
line
vanished
from
Lambert
’
s
finder
.
’
Lost
it
again
,
’
she
told
them
.
’
Did
we
pass
it
?
’
Kane
studied
the
rocks
,
tried
to
see
over
them
,
and
could
not
.
’
Not
unless
it
’
s
underground
.
’
Dallas
leaned
back
against
the
rock
wall
.
’
Might
be
behind
this
stuff
.
’
He
tapped
the
stone
with
a
suited
fist
.
’
Or
it
might
be
just
a
fade
due
to
the
storm
.
Let
’
s
take
a
break
and
see
.
’
They
waited
there
,
resting
with
their
backs
to
the
scoured
wall
.
Dust
and
mist
howled
around
them
.
