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’
That
’
s
the
one
it
’
s
got
to
come
out
of
if
it
leaves
the
main
shaft
,
’
she
told
him
.
’
Let
’
s
keep
it
open
.
It
’
s
too
dark
behind
the
grille
.
I
’
d
like
to
know
if
anything
’
s
coming
.
’
Parker
thought
to
argue
,
decided
his
energy
would
be
better
spent
keeping
an
eye
on
the
opening
,
grilled
or
unblocked
.
Anyway
,
Lambert
outranked
him
.
Sweat
was
seeping
into
his
eyes
,
persistent
as
ants
,
and
Dallas
had
to
stop
to
wipe
it
away
.
Salt
burned
,
impairing
his
sight
.
Ahead
,
the
shaft
turned
steeply
downward
.
He
’
d
been
expecting
the
downturn
about
now
,
but
the
satisfaction
of
having
his
memory
confirmed
gave
him
little
pleasure
.
Now
he
’
d
have
to
watch
his
speed
and
balance
in
addition
to
the
shaft
itself
.
Crawling
to
the
drop
,
he
pointed
the
flamethrower
downward
and
let
loose
another
fiery
discharge
.
No
screams
,
no
aroma
of
seared
flesh
drifted
back
up
to
him
.
The
creature
was
still
far
ahead
.
He
wondered
if
it
were
crawling
,
perhaps
angrily
,
perhaps
fearfully
,
in
search
of
the
exit
.
Or
maybe
it
was
waiting
,
turned
to
confront
its
persistent
pursuer
with
inconceivable
methods
of
alien
defence
.
It
was
hot
in
the
shaft
,
and
he
was
growing
tired
.
There
was
another
possibility
,
he
mused
.
What
if
the
creature
had
somehow
discovered
another
way
to
leave
the
shaft
?
In
that
event
he
’
d
have
made
the
tense
,
agonizing
crawl
for
nothing
.
There
was
still
only
one
way
to
resolve
all
the
questions
.
He
started
down
the
steep
slide
head
first
,
keeping
the
flamethrower
balanced
and
pointing
forward
.
It
was
Lambert
who
first
noticed
the
movement
of
the
tracker
needle
.
She
had
a
nervous
minute
until
some
hasty
figuring
matched
the
reading
with
a
known
quantity
.
’
Beginning
to
get
a
reading
on
you
,
’
she
informed
the
distant
Dallas
.
’
Okay
.
’
He
felt
better
,
knowing
that
others
knew
exactly
where
he
was
.
’
Stay
on
me
.
’
The
shaft
made
another
turn
.
He
didn
’
t
recall
there
being
quite
so
many
twists
and
sharp
bends
,
but
he
was
positive
he
was
still
in
the
main
shaft
.
He
hadn
’
t
passed
a
single
side
tunnel
wide
enough
to
admit
anything
larger
than
Jones
.
Despite
the
alien
’
s
demonstrated
aptitude
for
squeezing
into
small
spaces
,
Dallas
didn
’
t
think
it
could
shrink
its
bulk
enough
to
fit
into
a
secondary
vent
pipe
only
a
dozen
or
so
centimetres
across
.
The
present
turn
confronting
him
proved
especially
difficult
to
negotiate
.
The
long
,
inflexible
barrel
of
the
flamethrower
didn
’
t
make
it
any
easier
.
Panting
,
he
lay
there
and
considered
how
to
proceed
.
