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Abovethehelplessfigureoftheengineerwasafaintoutline,somethingman-shapedbutdefinitelynotaman.Somethinghugeandmalevolent.Therewasasplitsecond’ssightoflightreflectingoffeyesfartoobigforevenahugehead.ThenbothalienandengineerhadvanishedintotheupperreachesoftheNostromo.
’Jesus,’Parkerwhispered.
’Itgrew.’Ripleylookedblanklyathershocktube,considereditinrelationtothehulkingmassfarabove.’Itgrewfast.AllthetimewewerehuntingforsomethingJones’size,ithadturnedintothat.’Shesuddenlygrewawareoftheirrestrictedspace,ofthedarknessandmassivecratespressingtightaroundthem,ofthenumerouspassagesbetweencratesandthickmetalsupports.
’Whatarewedoingstandinghere?Itmaycomeback.’Sheheftedthetoy-liketube,awareofhowlittleeffectitwouldbelikelytohaveonacreaturethatsize.
Theyhurriedfromthebay.Tryastheywould,thememoryofthatlastfadingscreamstayedwiththem,gluedtotheirminds.ParkerhadknownBrettalongtime,butthatfinalshriekinducedhimtorunasfastasRipley..
