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’
Here
he
comes
.
’
’
He
’
s
not
moving
.
’
Lambert
searched
nervously
for
a
gesture
of
some
kind
from
the
nearing
shape
.
An
obscenity
,
anything
.
.
but
Kane
did
not
move
.
The
tripod
bent
slightly
downward
as
the
last
few
metres
of
cable
were
reeled
in
.
’
Get
ready
to
grab
him
if
he
swings
your
way
.
’
Lambert
readied
herself
on
the
opposite
side
of
the
shaft
.
Kane
’
s
body
appeared
,
swinging
slowly
on
the
end
of
the
cable
.
It
hung
limp
in
the
dim
light
.
Dallas
reached
across
the
gap
,
intending
to
grab
the
motionless
executive
officer
by
his
chest
harness
.
His
hand
had
almost
made
contact
when
he
noticed
the
grey
,
equally
motionless
creature
inside
the
helmet
,
enveloping
Kane
’
s
head
.
He
pulled
back
his
groping
hand
as
if
burnt
.
’
What
’
s
the
matter
?
’
wondered
Lambert
.
’
Watch
out
.
There
’
s
something
on
his
face
,
inside
his
helmet
.
’
She
walked
around
the
gap
.
’
What
is
.
.
,
’
then
she
got
her
first
glimpse
of
the
creature
,
neatly
snugged
inside
the
helmet
like
a
mollusc
in
its
shell
.
’
Oh
,
Jesus
!
’
