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She
took
a
deep
breath
,
asked
the
frightening
but
necessary
question
:
’
How
many
?
’
’
All
of
them
.
Three
blips
,
steady
signals
.
’
’
Where
are
they
?
’
’
Close
.
.
very
close
.
Someone
must
’
ve
thought
to
switch
back
on
so
we
could
pick
them
up
.
They
’
re
heading
this
way
at
a
steady
pace
.
Slow
,
but
they
keep
moving
.
It
looks
good
.
’
Don
’
t
count
on
it
,
she
thought
to
herself
as
she
activated
her
station
transmitter
.
’
Dallas
.
.
Dallas
,
can
you
hear
me
?
’
A
hurricane
of
static
replied
,
and
she
fine
-
tuned
.
’
Dallas
,
this
is
Ripley
.
Acknowledge
.
’
’
Easy
,
Ripley
.
We
hear
you
.
We
’
re
almost
back
.
’
’
What
happened
?
We
lost
you
on
the
screens
,
lost
suit
signals
as
well
when
you
went
inside
the
derelict
.
I
’
ve
seen
Ash
’
s
tapes
.
Have
you
.
.
?
’
’
Kane
’
s
hurt
.
’
Dallas
sounded
exhausted
and
angry
.
’
We
’
ll
need
some
help
getting
him
in
.
He
’
s
unconscious
.
Someone
will
have
to
give
us
a
hand
getting
him
out
of
the
lock
.
’
A
quick
response
sounded
over
the
speakers
.
’
I
’
ll
go
.
’
That
was
Ash
.
