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Startled
,
he
gave
a
reflexive
jerk
on
the
cable
and
started
swinging
again
.
He
used
the
mechanism
to
steady
himself
,
cleared
his
throat
before
replying
.
He
had
to
remind
himself
that
he
wasn
’
t
alone
down
here
.
Dallas
and
Lambert
waited
just
above
,
not
that
far
distant
.
A
modest
hike
southwest
of
the
derelict
lay
the
Nostromo
,
full
of
coffee
,
familiar
sweat
smells
,
and
the
patient
comforts
of
deep
sleep
.
For
an
instant
he
found
himself
wishing
desperately
that
he
was
back
aboard
her
.
Then
he
told
himself
that
there
were
no
diamonds
aboard
the
tug
,
and
certainly
no
glory
.
Both
might
still
be
found
here
.
’
No
,
nothing
.
There
’
s
a
cave
or
room
below
me
.
I
’
ve
slipped
clear
of
the
shaft
.
’
’
Cave
?
Keep
ahold
of
yourself
,
Kane
.
You
’
re
still
in
the
ship
.
’
’
Am
I
?
Remember
what
was
said
about
shafts
?
Maybe
that
’
s
right
after
all
.
’
’
Then
you
ought
to
be
swimming
in
your
goddamn
diamonds
any
minute
now
.
’
Both
men
chuckled
,
Dallas
’
s
sounding
hollow
and
distorted
over
the
helmet
speakers
.
Kane
tried
to
shake
some
of
the
sweat
from
his
forehead
.
That
was
the
trouble
with
suits
.
When
they
kept
you
cool
they
were
great
,
but
when
you
started
sweating
you
couldn
’
t
wipe
a
thing
except
your
faceplate
.
’
Okay
,
so
it
’
s
not
a
cave
.
But
it
feels
like
the
tropics
down
here
.
’
Leaning
over
slightly
,
he
checked
his
waist
instruments
.
He
was
far
enough
below
the
surface
to
be
in
a
cave
,
but
so
far
he
’
d
found
nothing
to
indicate
he
was
anywhere
but
inside
the
bowels
of
the
alien
ship
.
There
was
one
way
to
find
out
.
Locate
the
bottom
.
’
What
’
s
the
air
like
down
there
?
Besides
hot
.
’
