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The
eye
moved
and
looked
at
him
.
The
ovoid
exploded
.
Propelled
outward
by
the
sudden
release
of
energy
contained
in
the
coiled
tail
,
the
hand
opened
and
leaped
at
him
.
He
raised
an
arm
to
ward
it
off
,
too
late
.
It
fixed
itself
to
his
faceplate
.
He
had
a
horribly
close
glimpse
of
the
weaving
tube
in
the
centre
of
the
palm
stroking
the
front
of
the
glass
,
centimetres
from
his
nose
.
Something
started
to
sizzle
and
the
material
of
the
faceplate
began
to
deliquesce
.
He
panicked
,
tried
to
tear
the
creature
away
.
It
was
through
the
plate
.
Alien
atmosphere
,
cold
and
harsh
,
mixed
with
breathable
air
.
He
felt
faint
;
continued
to
pull
weakly
at
the
hand
.
Something
was
pushing
insistently
at
his
lips
.
Beyond
all
horror
now
,
he
staggered
about
the
chamber
,
trying
to
wrench
the
abomination
from
him
.
The
long
,
sensitive
fingers
had
slipped
through
the
open
faceplate
.
They
reached
over
his
skull
and
around
the
sides
of
his
head
,
while
the
thick
tail
slid
inside
to
wrap
itself
snake
-
like
around
his
neck
.
Barely
getting
air
,
the
awful
tube
feeling
like
a
fat
worm
sliding
down
his
throat
,
he
stumbled
over
his
own
feet
,
tripped
,
and
fell
over
backward
.
’
Kane
.
.
Kane
,
can
you
hear
me
?
’
Dallas
was
sweating
inside
his
suit
.
’
Kane
,
answer
me
!
’
Silence
.
He
thought
a
moment
.
’
If
you
can
’
t
use
your
communicator
,
give
me
two
beeps
off
your
tracking
unit
.
’
He
looked
to
Lambert
,
who
could
receive
the
signal
.
She
waited
a
proper
interval
,
waited
longer
before
shaking
her
head
slowly
.
’
What
do
you
think
’
s
the
matter
?
’
she
asked
.
’
I
don
’
t
know
,
I
don
’
t
know
.
Maybe
he
’
s
fallen
and
damaged
his
power
cells
.
’
He
hesitated
.
’
He
can
’
t
or
won
’
t
answer
.
I
think
we
’
d
better
haul
him
out
.
’
’
Isn
’
t
that
a
bit
premature
?
I
’
m
concerned
too
,
but
.
.
’
