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’
Got
a
funny
feel
to
it
,
even
through
the
gloves
.
’
Dallas
sounded
suddenly
concerned
.
’
I
just
asked
if
you
could
see
what
was
in
it
.
Don
’
t
try
to
open
it
.
You
don
’
t
know
what
it
might
hold
.
’
Kane
peered
close
at
the
object
.
It
hadn
’
t
changed
and
showed
no
effect
from
his
pulling
and
tugging
.
’
Whatever
it
contains
,
it
’
s
sealed
in
tight
.
’
Turning
away
,
he
played
his
light
over
the
rows
of
ovoids
.
’
Maybe
I
can
find
one
that
’
s
cracked
or
has
split
a
little
.
’
In
the
faint
backwash
of
his
suit
lights
,
a
small
bump
appeared
silently
on
the
taut
surface
of
the
ovoid
he
’
d
touched
.
A
second
eruption
appeared
,
then
others
,
until
there
were
raised
spots
across
the
smooth
top
.
’
All
the
same
,
’
he
reported
to
Dallas
and
Lambert
.
’
Not
a
seam
or
break
in
any
of
them
.
’
He
turned
his
light
absently
back
to
the
one
he
’
d
experimented
with
,
leaned
forward
,
and
squinted
uncertainly
at
what
he
saw
.
The
opaque
surface
of
the
ovoid
had
become
translucent
.
As
he
continued
to
stare
,
eyes
widening
,
the
surface
continued
to
clear
,
becoming
transparent
as
glass
.
Moving
closer
,
he
shined
his
light
on
the
base
of
the
object
,
stared
hard
,
barely
breathing
as
a
shape
within
the
oval
container
became
visible
.
Jesus
.
.
’
What
,
Kane
,
what
’
s
going
on
down
there
?
’
Dallas
forced
himself
not
to
shout
.
A
tiny
nightmare
was
now
clearly
visible
within
the
ovoid
.
It
lay
neatly
coiled
and
folded
about
itself
,
compact
and
delicate
and
all
made
of
a
rubbery
,
filigreed
flesh
.
It
looked
to
Kane
like
a
fraction
of
someone
’
s
delirium
tremens
plucked
from
the
mind
and
given
solidity
and
shape
.
The
thing
was
basically
in
the
shape
of
a
hand
,
many
-
fingered
,
with
the
long
,
bony
fingers
curled
into
the
palm
.
It
looked
very
much
like
the
hand
of
a
skeleton
,
save
for
the
extra
fingers
.
Something
protruded
from
the
centre
of
the
palm
,
a
short
tube
of
some
kind
.
A
muscular
tail
was
coiled
beneath
the
base
of
the
hand
.
On
its
back
he
could
just
make
out
a
dim
,
convex
shape
that
looked
like
a
glazed
-
over
eye
.
That
eye
.
.
if
it
was
an
eye
and
not
simply
some
shiny
excrescence
.
.
deserved
a
closer
look
.
Despite
the
feeling
of
repugnance
churning
in
his
belly
,
he
moved
still
closer
and
raised
the
light
for
a
better
view
.
