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Once Hudson had something to work on, he moved fast Before long, Ripley, Hicks, and Burke were clustered around the comtech, peering past him at the large flat video display. It illuminated a complex series of charts and mechanical drawings. Newt hopped from one foot to the other, trying to see around the adults' bulk.

Ripley tapped the screen. 'This service tunnel has to be what they're using to move back and forth.'

Hudson studied the readout. 'Yeah, right. It runs from the processing station right into the colony maintenance sublevel here.' He traced the route with a fingertip. 'That's how they slipped in and surprised the colonists. That's the way I'd come too.'

'All right. There's a fire door at this end. This first thing we do is put one of the remote sentries in the tunnel and seal that door.'

'That won't stop them.' Hicks's gaze roved over the plans 'Once they've been stopped in the service tunnel, they'll find another way in. We gotta figure on them getting into the complex eventually.'

'That's right. So we put up welded barricades at these intersections'—she pointed to the schematic as she spoke—'and seal these ducts here, and here. Then they can only come at us from these two corridors, and we create a free field of fire for the other two sentry units, here.' She tapped the location, her nail clicking on the hard surface of the illuminated screen. 'Of course, they can always tear the roof off, but I think that'd take them a while. By then our relief should arrive, and we'll be out of here.'

'We'd better be,' Hicks muttered. He studied the layout of Operations intently. 'Otherwise this looks outstanding. Seal the fire door in the tunnel, weld the corridors shut, then all we need is a deck of cards to pass the time.' He straightened and eyed his companions. 'All right, let's move like we got a purpose.'

Hudson half snapped to attention. 'Aye-firmative.'

Next to him Newt copied the gesture and the inflection 'Aye-firmative.' The comtech looked down at her and smiled before he caught himself. Hopefully no one noticed the transient grin. It would ruin his reputation as an incorrigible hardcase.

Hudson grunted as he set the second heavy sentry gun onto its recoil-absorbing tripod. The weapon was squat, ugly unencumbered by sights or triggers. Vasquez locked the weapon in place, then snapped on the connectors that led from the firing mechanism to the attached motion sensor. When she was certain the comtech was out of the way, she nudged a single switch marked ACTIVATE. A small green light came to life atop the gun. On the small diagnostic readout set flush in the side, READY flashed yellow, then red.

Both troopers stepped clear. Vasquez picked up a battered wastebasket that had rolled into the corridor and shouted toward the weapon's aural pickup. 'Testing!' Then she threw the empty metal container out into the middle of the corridor.

Both guns swiveled and let loose before the basket hit the floor, reducing the container to dime-size shrapnel. Hudson whooped with delight.

'Take that, suckers!' He lowered his voice as he turned to Vasquez, his eyes rolling. 'Oh, give me a home, where the firepower roams, and the deer and the antelope get shot to hamburger.'

'You always were the sensitive type,' Vasquez told him.

'I know. It shows in my face.' Turning, he put a shoulder against the fire door. 'Give me a hand with this.'

Vasquez helped him roll the heavy steel barrier into place Then she unpacked the high-intensity portable welding torch she'd brought with her and snapped it alight. Blue flame roared from the muzzle. She turned a dial on the handle refining the acetylene finger.

'Give me some room, man, or I'm liable to seal your foot to your boot.' Hudson complied, stepping back to watch her. He began to pace, staring down the empty service way and listening. He fingered the controls of his headset nervously.

'Hudson here.'

Hicks responded instantly. 'How're you two doing? We're working on the big air duct you located in the plans.'

'A and B sentries are in place and activated. Looks good Nothing comes up this tunnel they can't pick out.' Vasquez's torch hissed nearby. 'We're sealing the fire door right now.'

'Roger. When you're through, get yourselves back up here.'

'Hey, you think I want a ticket for loitering?'

Hicks smiled to himself. That sounded more like the old Hudson. He nudged the tiny mike away from his lips and adjusted the thick metal plate he was carrying so that it covered the duct opening. Ripley nodded at him and shoved her plate in place. He unlimbered a duplicate of Vasquez's welder and began sealing the plate to the floor.

Behind him, Burke and Newt worked busily, stacking containers of medicine and food in a corner. The aliens hadn't touched the colony's food supplies. More importantly the water-distillation system was still functioning. Since it was self-pressurized, no power was needed to draw it from the taps They wouldn't starve or go thirsty.

When he'd sealed down two-thirds of the plate, Hicks set the welder aside and extracted a small bracelet from a belt pouch He flicked a tiny switch set flush with the metal, and a minuscule LED came to life as he handed the circlet to Ripley.

'What is it?'

'Emergency beeper. Military version of the PDTs the colonists had surgically implanted. Doesn't have the range they do, and you wear it outside instead of inside your body, but the idea's the same. With that on I can locate you anywhere near the complex on this.' He tapped the miniature tracker that was built into his battle harness.

She studied it curiously. 'I don't need this.'

'Hey, it's just a precaution. You know.'

She regarded him quizzically for a moment, then shrugged and slipped the bracelet over her wrist. 'Thanks. You wearing one?'

He smiled and looked away. 'Only got one tracker.' He tapped his harness. 'I know where I am. What's next?'

She forgot all about the bracelet as she consulted the hard-copy printout of Hudson's schematic.

Something very strange happened while they worked. They were too busy to notice, and it was left to Newt to point it out.

The wind had died. Stopped utterly. In the unAcheronic stillness outside the colony, a diffuse mist swirled and roiled uncertainly. In two visits to Acheron this was the first time Ripley hadn't heard the wind. It was disquieting.

The absence of wind reduced outside visibility from poor to nonexistent. Fog swirled around Operations, giving the world beyond the triple-paned windows the look of being under water. Nothing moved.

In the service tunnel that connected the buildings of the colony to the processing station and each other, a pair of robot guns sat silently, their motion scanners alert and humming. C gun surveyed the empty corridor, its ARMED light flashing green. Through a hole in the ceiling at the far end of the passageway, fog swirled in. Water condensed on bare metal walls and dripped to the floor. The gun did not fire on the falling drops. It was smarter, more selective than that, able to distinguish between harmless natural phenomena and inimical movement. The water made no attempt to advance, and so the weapon held its fire, waiting patiently for something to kill.

Newt had carried boxes until she'd worn herself out. Ripley carried her from Operations into the medical wing, the small head resting wearily on the woman's shoulder. Occasionally she would try to say something, and Ripley would reply as though she understood. She was hunting for a place where the child could rest quietly and in comparative safety.

The operating theatre was located at the far end of the medical section. Much of its complex equipment sat in recesses in the walls while the rest hung from the ceiling at the tips of extensible arms. A large globe containing lights and additional surgical instrumentation dominated the ceiling. Cabinets and equipment not fastened down had been shoved into a corner to provide room for several folding metal cots.

This was where they would sleep. This was where they would retreat to if the aliens breached the outer defences. The inner redoubt. The keep. The operating room was sealed tighter and had thicker walls than any other part of the colony complex, or so the schematics Hudson had called forth insisted. It looked a lot like an oversize, high-tech vault. If they had to shoot themselves in order to keep from falling alive into the alien's hands, this was where any future rescuers would find the bodies.

But for now it was a safe haven, snug and quiet. Gently Ripley lowered the girl to the nearest cot, smiling down at the upturned face.

'Now you just lie there and have a nap. I have to go help the others, but I'll come in every chance I get to check on you. You deserve a rest. You're exhausted.'

Newt stared up at her. 'I don't want to sleep.'

'You have to, Newt. Everybody has to sometime. You'll feel better after you've had a rest.'

'But I have scary dreams.'

It struck a familiar chord in Ripley, but she managed to feign cheerfulness. 'Everybody has bad dreams, Newt.'

The girl snuggled deeper into the padded cot. 'Not like mine.'

Don't bet on it, child, she thought. Aloud she said, 'I'll bet Casey doesn't have bad dreams.' She disengaged the doll head from the girl's small fingers and made a show of peering inside. 'Just as I thought: Nothing bad in there. Maybe you could try to be like Casey. Pretend there's nothing in here.' She tapped the girl's forehead, and Newt smiled back.

'You mean, try to make it all empty-like?'

'Yes, empty-like. Like Casey.' She caressed the delicate face brushing hair back from Newt's forehead. 'If you do that, I'l bet you'll be able to sleep without having any bad dreams.'

She closed the doll head's unblinking eyes and handed it back to its owner. Newt took it, rolling her own eyes as if to say 'Don't pull that five-year-old stuff on me, lady. I'm six.'

'Ripley, she doesn't have bad dreams, because she's just a piece of plastic.'

'Oh. Sorry, Newt. Well, then, maybe you could pretend you're like her that way. Just made of plastic.'

The girl almost smiled. Almost. 'I'll try.'

'Good girl. Maybe I'll try it myself.'

Newt pulled Casey close up to her neck, looking thoughtful 'My mommy always said there were no such things as monsters No real ones. But there are.'

Ripley continued to brush isolated strands of blond hair back from the pale forehead. 'Yes, there are, aren't there?'

'They're as real as you and me. They're not make-believe and they didn't come out of a book. They're really real, not fake-real like the ones I used to watch on the video. Why do they tell little kids things like that, things that aren't true? There was a faint tinge of betrayal in her voice.

No lying to this child, Ripley knew. Not that she had the slightest intention of doing so. Newt had experienced too much reality to be fooled by a simple fib. Ripley instinctively sensed that to lie to this girl would be to lose her trust forever.

'Well, some kids can't handle it like you can. The truth, I mean. They're too scared, or their grown-ups think they'll be too scared. Grown-ups have a way of always underestimating little kids' ability to handle the truth. So they try to make things easier for them by making things up.'

'About the monsters. Did one of those things grow inside mommy?'

Ripley found some blankets and began pulling them up around the small body, tucking them tightly around narrow ribs. 'I don't know, Newt. Neither does anybody else. That's the truth. I don't think anybody will ever know.'

The girl considered. 'Isn't that how babies come? I mean people babies. They grow inside you?'

A chill went down Ripley's spine. 'No, not like that, not like that at all. It's different with people, honey. The way it gets started is different, and the way the baby comes is different With people the baby and the mother work together. With these aliens the—'

'I understand,' Newt said, interrupting. 'Did you ever have a baby?'

'Yes.' She pushed the blanket up under the child's chin. 'Just once. A little girl.'

'Where is she? Back on Earth?'

'No. She's gone.'

'You mean, dead.'

It wasn't a question. Ripley nodded slowly, trying to remember a small female thing not unlike Newt running and playing, a miracle with dark curls bouncing around her face Trying to reconcile that memory with the picture of an older woman briefly glimpsed, child and mature lady linked together through time overspent in the stasis of hypersleep. The child's father was a more distant memory still. So much of a life lost and forgotten. Youthful love marred by a lack of common sense, a brief flare of happiness smothered by reality. Divorce Hypersleep. Time.

She turned away from the bed and reached for a portable space heater. While it wasn't uncomfortable in the operating theatre, it would be more comfortable with the heater on. It looked like a slab of plastic, but when she thumbed the 'on switch, it emitted a whirr and a faint glow as its integral warming elements came to life. As the heat spread, the operating room became a little less sterile, a shade cozier. Newt blinked sleepily.

'Ripley, I was thinking. Maybe I could do you a favour and fill in for her. Your little girl, I mean. Nothing permanent. Just for a while. You can try it, and if you don't like it, it's okay. I'll understand. No big deal. Whattaya think?'

It took what little remained of Ripley's determination and self-control not to break down in front of the child. She settled for hugging her tightly. She also knew that neither of them might see the light of another dawn. That she might have to turn Newt's face away during a very possible apocalyptic last moment and put the muzzle of a pulse-rifle to those blond tresses.

'I think it's not the worst idea I've heard all day. Let's talk about it later, okay?'

'Okay.' A shy, hopeful smile.

Ripley switched off the room light and started to rise. A smal hand grabbed her arm with desperate force.

'Don't go! Please.'

With great reluctance Ripley disengaged her arm from Newt's grip. 'It'll be all right. I'll be in the other room, right next door. I'm not going to go anywhere else. And don't forget that that's there.' She indicated the miniature video pickup that was imbedded over the doorway. 'You know what that is, don't you? A small nod in the darkness.

'Uh-huh. It's a securcam.'

'That's right. See, the green light's on. Mr. Hicks and Mr Hudson checked out all the securcams in this area to make sure all of them were operating properly. It's watching you, and I'll be watching its monitor over in the other room. I'll be able to see you just as clearly in there as I can when I'm right here.'

When Newt still seemed to hesitate, Ripley unsnapped the tracer bracelet Hicks had given her. She slipped it around the girl's smaller wrist, clinching it tight.

'Here. This is for luck. It'll help me keep an eye on you too Now go to sleep — and don't dream. Okay?'

'I'll try.' The sound of a small body sliding down between clean sheets.

Ripley watched in the dim light from the instruments on standby as the girl turned onto her side, hugging the doll head and gazing through half-lidded eyes at the steadily glowing function light imbedded in the bracelet. The space heater hummed comfortingly as she backed out of the room.

Other half-opened eyes were twitching erratically back and forth. They were the only visible evidence that Lieutenant Gorman was still alive. It was an improvement of sorts. One step further from complete paralysis.

Ripley leaned over the table on which the lieutenant was lying studying the eye movements and wondering if he could recognize her. 'How is he? I see he's got his eyes open.'

'That might be enough to wear him out.' Bishop looked up from a nearby workbench. He was surrounded by instruments and shining medical equipment. The light of the single highintensity lamp he was working with threw his features into sharp relief, giving his face a macabre cast.

'Is he in pain?'

'Not according to his bioreadouts. They're hardly conclusive of course. I'm sure he'll let us know as soon as he regains the use of his larynx. By the way, I've isolated the poison. Interesting stuff. It's a muscle-specific neurotoxin. Affects only the nonvital parts of the system; leaves respiratory and circulatory functions unimpaired. I wonder if the creatures instinctively adjust the dosage for different kinds of potential hosts?'

'I'll ask one of them first chance I get.' As she stared, one eyelid rose all the way before fluttering back down again. 'Either that was an involuntary twitch or else he winked at me. Is he getting better?'

Bishop nodded. 'The toxin seems to be metabolizing. It's powerful, but the body appears capable of breaking it down. It's starting to show up in his urine. Amazing mechanism, the human body. Adaptable. If he continues to flush the poison at a constant rate, he should wake up soon.'

'Let me get this straight. The aliens paralyzed the colonists they didn't kill, carried them over to the processing station, and cocooned them to serve as hosts for more of those.' She pointed into the back room where the stasis cylinders held the remaining facehugger specimens.

'Which would mean lots of those parasites, right? One for each colonist. Over a hundred, at least, assuming a mortality rate during the final fight of about a third.'

'Yes, that follows,' Bishop readily agreed.

'But these things, the parasitic facehugger form, come from eggs. So where are all the eggs coming from? When the guy who first found the alien ship reported back to us, he said there were a lot of eggs inside, but he never said how many, and nobody else ever went in after him to look. And not all those eggs may have been viable.

'The thing is, judging from the way the colony here was overwhelmed, I don't think the first aliens had time to hau eggs from that ship back here. That means they had to come from somewhere else.'

'That is the question of the hour.' Bishop swiveled his chair to face her. 'I have been pondering it ceaselessly since the true nature of the disaster here first became apparent to us.'

'Any ideas, bright or otherwise?'

'Without additional solid evidence it is nothing more than a supposition.'

'Go ahead and suppose, then.'

'We could assume a parallel to certain insect forms who have a hive-like organization. An ant or termite colony, for example is ruled by a single female, a queen, who is the source of new eggs.'

Ripley frowned. Interstellar navigation to entomology was a mental jump she wasn't prepared to make. 'Don't insect queens come from eggs also?'

The synthetic nodded. 'Absolutely.'

'What if there was no queen egg aboard the ship that brought these things here?'

'There's no such thing in a social insect society as a "queen egg", until the workers decide to create one. Ants, bees termites, all employ essentially the same method. They select an ordinary egg and feed the pupa developing inside a special food high in certain nutrients. Among bees, for example, it is called royal jelly. The chemicals in the jelly act to change the composition of the maturing pupa so that what eventually emerges is an adult queen and not another worker Theoretically any egg can be used to hatch a queen. Why the insects choose the particular eggs they do is something we stil do not know.'

'You're saying that one of those things lays all the eggs?'

'Well, not exactly like one we're familiar with. Only if the insect analogy holds up. Assuming it does, there could be other similarities. An alien queen analogous to an ant or termite queen could be much larger physically than the aliens we have so far encountered. A termite queen's abdomen is so bloated with eggs that she can't move by herself at all. She is fed and tended by workers, mated to drones, and defended by highly specialized warriors. She is also quite harmless. On the other hand, a queen bee is far more dangerous than any worker bee because she can sting many times. She is the centre of their lives, quite literally the mother of their society.

'In one respect, at least, we are fortunate that the analogy does not hold up. Ants and bees develop from eggs directly to larvae, pupae, and adults. Each alien embryo requires a live host in which to mature. Otherwise Acheron would be covered with them by now.'

'Funny, but that doesn't reassure me a whole lot. These things are a lot bigger than any ant or termite. Could they be intelligent? Could this hypothetical queen? That's something we never could decide on back on the Nostromo. We were too busy trying to keep from getting killed. Not much time for speculation.'

'It's hard to say.' Bishop looked thoughtful. 'There is one thing worth considering, though.'

'What's that?'

'It may have been nothing more than blind instinct attraction to the heat or whatever, but she did choose assuming she exists, to incubate her eggs in the one spot in the colony where we couldn't destroy her without destroying ourselves. Beneath the heat exchangers at the processing plant If that site was chosen from instinct, it means that they may be no brighter than your average termite. If, on the other hand, it was selected on the basis of intelligence, well, then I think we're in very deep trouble indeed.

'That's if there's any reality to these suppositions at all Despite the distance involved, the eggs these aliens hatched from might have been brought down here by the first ones to emerge. There might be no queen involved at all, no complex alien society. Whether by intelligence or instinct, though, we have seen that they cooperate. That's something we don't have to speculate on. We've seen them in action.'

Ripley stood there and considered the ramifications of Bishop's analysis. None of them were encouraging, nor had she expected any to be. She nodded toward the stasis cylinders.

'I want those specimens destroyed as soon as you're done with them. You understand?'

The android glanced toward the two live facehuggers pulsing malevolently in their tubular prisons. He looked unhappy. 'Mr. Burke gave instructions that they were to be kept alive in stasis for return to the Company laboratories. He was very specific.'

The wonder of it was that she went for the intercom instead of the nearest weapon. 'Burke!'

A faint whisper of static failed to mar his reply. 'Yes? That's you, isn't it, Ripley?'

'You bet it's me! Where are you?'

'Scavenging while there's still time. I thought I might learn something on my own, since I just seem to be in everybody's way up there.'

'Meet me in the lab.'

'Now? But I'm still—'

'Now!' She closed the connection and glared at the inoffensive Bishop. 'You come with me.' Obediently he put his work aside and rose to follow her. That was all she was after; to make sure that he'd obey an order if she gave it. It meant he wasn't completely under Burke's sway, Company machine or no Company machine. 'Never mind, forget it.'

'I shall be happy to accompany you if that is what you wish.'

'That's all right. I've decided to handle it on my own. You continue with your research. That's more important than anything else.'

He nodded, looking puzzled, and resumed his seat.

Burke was waiting for her outside the entrance to the lab His expression was bland. 'This better be important. I think I was onto something, and we may not have much time left.'

'You may not have any time left.' He started to protest, and she cut him off with a gesture. 'No, in there.' She gestured at the operating theatre. It was soundproofed inside, and she could scream at him to her heart's content without drawing everyone else's attention. Burke ought to be grateful for her thoughtfulness. If Vasquez overheard what the company representative had been planning, she wouldn't waste time arguing with him. She'd put a bullet through him on the spot.

'Bishop tells me you have intentions of taking the live parasites home in your pocket. That true?'

He didn't try to deny it. 'They're harmless in stasis.'

'Those suckers aren't harmless unless they're dead. Don't you understand that yet? I want them killed as soon as Bishop's gotten everything out of them he can.'

'Be reasonable, Ripley.' A ghost of the old, self-assured corporate smile stole over Burke's face. 'Those specimens are worth millions to the Bioweapons Division of the company Okay, so we nuke the colony. I'm outvoted on that one. But not on this. Two lousy specimens, Ripley. How much trouble could they cause while secured in stasis? And if you're worried about something happening when we get them back to Earthside labs, don't. We have people who know how to handle things like these.'

'Nobody knows how to handle "things like these." Nobody's ever encountered anything like them. You think it'd be dangerous for some germs to get loose from a weapons lab? Try to imagine what would happen if just one of those parasites got loose in a major city, with its thousands o kilometres of sewers and pipes and glass-fibre channels to hide in.'

'They're not going to get loose. Nothing can break a stasis field.'

'No sale, Burke. There's too much we don't know about these monsters. It's too risky.'

'Come on, I know you're smarter than this.' He was trying to mollify and persuade her at the same time. 'If we play it right we can both come out of this heroes. Set up for life.'

'Is that the way you really see it?' She eyed him askance 'Carter Burke, alien smasher? Didn't what happened in C leve of the processing station make any impression on you at all?'

'They went in unprepared and overconfident.' Burke's tone was flat, unemotional. 'They got caught in tight quarters where they couldn't use the proper tactics and weapons. If they'd all used their pulse-rifles and kept their heads and managed to get out without shooting up the heat exchangers, they'd all be here

'Besides, everyone will know we found a devastated colony and that we got out as fast as we could. No one will be looking for us to smuggle anything back in. The Company will back me up on this, Ripley, especially when they see what we've brought them. They'll take good care of you, too, if that's what you're worrying about.'

'I'm sure they'll back you up,' she said. 'I don't doubt that for an instant. Any outfit that would send less than a dozen soldiers out here with an inexperienced goofball like Gorman in charge after hearing my story is capable of anything.'

'You worry too much.'

'Sorry. I like living. I don't like the idea of waking up some morning with an alien monstrosity exploding out of my chest.'

'That's not going to happen.'

'You bet it isn't. Because if you try taking those ugly little teratoids out of here, I'll tell everyone on the rescue ship what you're up to. This time I think people will listen to me. Not that it would ever get that far. All I have to do is tell Vasquez, or Hicks, or Hudson what you have in mind. They won't wait around for a directive, and they'll use more than angry words So you might as well give it up, Burke.' She nodded in the direction of the cylinders. 'You're not getting them out of this lab, much less off the surface of this planet.'

'Suppose I can convince the others?'

'You can't, but supposing for a minute that you could, how would you go about convincing them that you're not responsible for the deaths of the one hundred and fifty-seven colonists here?'

Burke's combativeness drained away and he turned pale 'Now wait a second. What are you talking about?'

'You heard me. The colonists. All those poor, unsuspecting good Company people. Like Newt's family. You said I'd been doing my homework, remember? You sent them to that ship, to check out the alien derelict. I just checked it out in the colony log. It's as intact as the plans Hudson called up. Would make interesting reading in court. "Company Directive Six Twelve Nine, dated five thirteen seventy-nine. Proceed to inspect possible electromagnetic emission at coordinates — but I'm not telling you anything you don't already know, am I? Signed Burke, Carter J." ' She was trembling with anger. It was all spilling out of her at once, the frustration and fury at the incompetence and greed that had brought her back to this world of horror.

'You sent them out there, and you didn't even warn them Burke. You sat through the inquest. You heard my story. Even if you didn't believe everything, you must have believed enough of it to want the coordinates checked out. You must have thought there was something to it or you wouldn't have gone to the trouble of having anyone go out there to look around. Out to the alien ship. You might not have believed, but you suspected. You wondered. Fine. Have it checked out. But checked out carefully by a fully equipped team, not some independent prospector. And warn them of what you suspected. Why didn't you warn them, Burke?'

'Warn them about what?' he protested. He'd heard only her words, hadn't sensed the moral outrage in her voice. That in itself explained a great deal. She was coming to understand Carter J. Burke quite well.

'Look, maybe the thing didn't even exist, right? Maybe there wasn't much to it. All we had to go on was your story, which was a bit much to take at face value.'

'Was it? The Narcissus's recorder was tampered with, Burke Remember me telling the board of inquiry about that? You wouldn't happen to know what happened to the recorder would you?'

He ignored the question. 'What do you think would've happened if I'd stuck my neck out and made it into a major security situation?'

'I don't know,' she said tightly. 'Enlighten me.'

'Colonial Administration would've stepped in. That means government officials looking over your shoulder at every turn paperwork coming out your ears, no freedom of movement at all. Inspectors crawling all over the place looking for an excuse to shut you down and take over in the name of the almighty public interest. No exclusive development rights, nothing. The fact that your story turned out to be right is as much a surprise to me as everyone else.' He shrugged, his manner as blasé as ever. 'It was a bad call, that's all.'

Something finally snapped inside Ripley. Surprising both of them, she grabbed him by the collar and slammed him against the wall.

'Bad call? These people are dead, Burke! One hundred and fifty-seven of them less one kid, all dead because of your "bad call." That's not counting Apone and the others torn apart or paralyzed over there.' She jerked her head in the direction of the processing station.

'Well, they're going to nail your hide to the shed, and I'll be standing there helping to pass out the nails when they do That's assuming your "bad call" lets any of us get off this chunk of gravel alive. Think about that for a while.' She stepped away from him, shaking with anger.

At least the aliens' motivations were comprehensible.

Burke straightened his back and his shirt, pity in his voice 'You just can't see the big picture, can you? Your worldview is restricted exclusively to the here and now. You've no interest in what your life could be like tomorrow.'

'Not if it includes you, I don't.'

'I expected more of you, Ripley. I thought you would be smarter than this. I thought I'd be able to count on you when the time came to make the critical decisions.'

'Another bad call on your part, Burke. Sorry to disappoint you.' She spun on her heel and abandoned the observation room, the door closing behind her. Burke followed her with his eyes, his mind a whirl of options.

Breathing hard, she strode toward Operations as the alarm began to sound. It helped to take her mind off the confrontation with Burke. She broke into a run.

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