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Dallas
eyed
his
executive
officer
.
’
What
do
you
think
?
’
’
I
dunno
.
Cargo
chamber
,
maybe
?
Or
part
of
a
complicated
lock
system
?
Yeah
,
that
’
s
it
.
We
just
passed
through
a
double
door
and
this
here
is
the
real
lock
.
’
’
Mighty
big
for
just
an
airlock
.
’
Lambert
’
s
voice
sounded
subdued
in
their
helmets
.
’
Just
guessing
.
If
the
inhabitants
of
this
ship
were
to
its
scale
what
we
are
to
the
Nostromo
,
they
’
d
likely
need
a
lock
this
size
.
But
I
admit
the
cargo
-
hold
idea
makes
more
sense
.
Might
even
explain
the
need
for
three
entryways
.
’
He
turned
,
saw
Dallas
leaning
over
a
black
hole
in
the
floor
.
’
Hey
,
watch
it
,
Dallas
!
No
telling
what
might
be
down
there
,
or
how
deep
it
goes
.
’
’
The
ship
is
standing
open
to
the
outside
and
nothing
’
s
taken
notice
of
our
entry
.
I
don
’
t
think
there
’
s
anything
alive
in
here
.
’
Dallas
unclipped
his
lightbar
,
flipped
it
on
,
and
directed
the
brilliant
beam
downward
.
’
See
anything
?
’
Lambert
asked
.
’
Yeah
.
’
Kane
smirked
.
’
Like
a
rabbit
with
a
watch
?
’
He
sounded
almost
hopeful
.
’
Can
’
t
see
a
damn
thing
.
’
Dallas
moved
the
light
slowly
from
one
side
to
the
other
.
It
was
a
narrow
beam
,
but
powerful
.
It
would
show
anything
lying
a
modest
distance
below
them
.
