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Outside
,
the
alien
was
shaking
the
catbox
experimentally
.
Jones
yowled
through
the
box
diaphragm
.
Ripley
was
halfway
into
the
pressure
suit
when
the
alien
threw
the
box
down
.
It
bounced
but
did
not
break
open
.
Picking
it
up
again
,
the
alien
hammered
it
against
a
wall
.
Jones
was
beyond
sense
,
screamed
steadily
.
The
alien
jammed
the
box
into
a
crevice
between
two
exposed
conduits
,
began
pounding
the
container
into
the
opening
while
Jones
fought
to
escape
,
hissing
and
spitting
.
Pulling
on
the
helmet
,
Ripley
latched
it
tight
.
There
was
no
one
around
to
double
-
check
for
her
.
If
the
seals
were
improperly
set
she
’
d
find
out
soon
enough
.
A
touch
activated
the
respirator
and
the
suit
filled
with
bottled
life
.
She
struggled
to
make
a
last
search
of
the
locker
.
There
was
nothing
like
a
laser
,
which
she
couldn
’
t
have
used
in
any
case
.
But
a
long
metal
rod
revealed
a
sharp
tip
when
its
protective
rubber
end
was
removed
.
It
wasn
’
t
much
of
a
weapon
,
but
it
gave
her
a
little
confidence
,
which
was
more
important
Taking
a
deep
breath
,
she
slowly
unlatched
the
door
,
then
kicked
it
open
.
The
alien
turned
to
face
the
locker
,
caught
the
steel
shaft
through
its
midsection
.
Ripley
had
run
with
all
her
weight
behind
it
,
and
it
penetrated
deeply
.
The
alien
grabbed
at
the
shaft
as
yellow
fluid
began
to
spill
outward
,
hissing
violently
where
it
contacted
the
metal
.
Ripley
fell
back
,
grabbed
a
strut
support
while
her
other
hand
flailed
at
and
contacted
an
emergency
release
.
That
blew
the
rear
hatch
.
Instantly
,
all
the
air
in
the
shuttle
and
anything
not
secured
by
bolt
or
strap
or
arm
was
sucked
out
into
space
.
The
alien
shot
past
her
.
With
inhuman
reflexes
it
reached
out
an
appendage
.
.
and
caught
hold
of
her
trailing
leg
just
above
the
ankle
.
She
found
herself
dangling
partway
out
the
hatch
as
she
kicked
desperately
at
the
limb
locked
around
her
leg
.
It
wouldn
’
t
let
go
.
There
was
a
lever
next
to
the
emergency
release
and
she
threw
it
over
.
The
hatch
slammed
shut
,
closing
her
in
,
leaving
the
alien
outside
.
Acid
began
to
foam
along
the
hatch
lining
,
leaking
from
the
crushed
member
once
wrapped
around
her
ankle
.
Stumbling
forward
,
she
scanned
the
console
,
found
the
switches
that
activated
the
secondary
engines
.
She
pressed
several
of
the
buttons
.
Near
the
stern
of
the
shuttle
,
colourless
energy
belched
outward
.
Incinerated
,
the
alien
fell
away
from
the
ship
.
The
moment
it
was
cut
free
,
the
acid
stopped
flowing
.
