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’
Ripley
.
.
I
’
m
by
the
inner
hatch
.
’
He
left
the
channel
open
,
moved
to
stand
next
to
a
small
port
nearby
.
’
No
sign
of
them
yet
.
It
’
s
nearly
full
night
outside
,
but
when
they
reach
the
lift
I
ought
to
be
able
to
make
out
their
suit
lights
.
’
’
Okay
.
’
She
was
thinking
furiously
,
and
some
of
her
current
thoughts
would
have
surprised
the
waiting
science
officer
.
They
were
surprising
to
herself
.
’
Which
way
?
’
Dallas
squinted
into
the
dust
,
trying
to
make
out
shipmarks
by
the
light
from
the
floods
.
Lambert
gestured
to
their
left
.
’
Over
that
way
,
I
think
.
By
that
first
strut
.
Lift
should
be
just
beyond
.
’
They
continued
on
in
that
direction
until
they
almost
tripped
over
the
rim
of
the
lift
,
firmly
placed
on
hard
ground
.
Despite
their
fatigue
,
they
wrestled
Kane
’
s
motionless
form
off
the
travois
and
onto
the
elevator
,
keeping
the
exec
supported
between
them
.
’
Think
you
can
keep
him
up
?
Be
easier
if
we
don
’
t
have
to
lift
him
again
.
’
She
took
a
breath
.
’
Yeah
,
I
think
so
.
So
long
as
someone
will
help
us
once
we
get
outside
the
lock
.
’
’
Ripley
,
are
you
there
?
’
’
Right
here
,
Dallas
.
’
’
We
’
re
coming
up
.
’
He
glanced
over
at
Lambert
.
’
Ready
?
’
She
nodded
.
He
pressed
a
stud
.
