Forgetting all carefully laid plans, all sensible procedure, she ran the rest of the way to the opening. 'Dallas. . Dallas!'
There were no more screams after the first. Only a soft, far-off thumping, which rapidly faded away. She checked her tracker. It displayed a single blip, the red colour also fading fast. Just like the scream.
'Oh my God. Parker, Lambert!' She rushed toward the pickup, yelled into the grid.
'Here, Ripley,' responded Lambert. 'What's going on? I just lost my signal.'
She started to say something, had it die in her throat. She suddenly remembered her new responsibilities, firmed her voice, straightened though there was no one around to see. 'We just lost Dallas. . '
XII
The four surviving members of the Nostromo's crew reassembled in the mess. It was no longer cramped, confining. It had acquired a spaciousness the four loathed, and held memories they struggled to put aside.
Parker held two flamethrowers, dumped one onto the bare tabletop.
Ripley gazed sadly at him. 'Where was it?'
'We just found it lying there, on the floor of the mixing chamber below the walkway,' the engineer said dully. 'No sign of him. No blood. Nothing.'
'What about the alien?'
'The same. Nothing. Only a hole torn through to the central cooling complex. Right through the metal. I didn't think it was that strong.'
'None of us did. Dallas didn't either. We've been two steps behind this creature since we first brought the handstage aboard. That's got to change. From now on, we assume it's capable of anything, including invisibility.'
'No known creature is a natural invisible,' Ash insisted.
She glared back at him. 'No known creature can peel back three-centimetre-thick ship plating, either.' Ash offered no response to that. 'It's about time we all realized what we're up against.' There was silence in the mess.
'Ripley, this puts you in command.' Parker looked straight at her. 'It's okay with me.'
'Okay.' She studied him, but both his words and attitude were devoid of sarcasm. For once he'd dropped his omnipresent bullshit.
What now, Ripley, she asked herself? Three faces watched hers expectantly, waited for instructions. She searched her mind frantically for brilliance, found only uncertainty, fear, and confusion-precisely the same feelings her companions were no doubt experiencing. She began to understand Dallas a little better, and now it didn't matter.
'That's settled, then. Unless someone's got a better idea about how to deal with the alien, we'll proceed with the same plan as before.'
'And wind up the same way.' Lambert shook her head. 'No thanks.'
'You've got a better idea, then?'
'Yes. Abandon ship. Take the shuttlecraft and get the hell out of here. Take our chances on making Earth orbit and getting picked up. Once we get back in well-travelled space someone's bound to hear our SOS.'
Ash spoke softly, words better left unsaid. Lambert had forced them out of him now. 'You are forgetting something: Dallas and Brett may not be dead. It's a ghastly probability, I'll grant you, but it's not a certainty. We can't abandon ship until we're sure one way or the other.'
'Ash is right,' agreed Ripley. 'We've got to give it another try. We know it's using the air shafts. Let's take it level by level. This time we'll laser-seal every bulkhead and vent behind us until we corner it.'
'I'll go along with that.' Parker glanced over at Lambert. She said nothing, looked downcast.
'How are our weapons?' Ripley asked him.
The engineer took a moment to check levels and feedlines on the flamethrowers. 'The lines and nozzles are still plenty clean. From what I can see they're working fine.' He gestured at Dallas's incinerator on the table. 'We could use more fuel for that one.' He turned somber. 'A fair amount's been used.'
'Then you better go get some to replace it. Ash, you go with him.'
Parker looked at the science officer. His expression was unreadable. 'I can manage.' Ash nodded. The engineer cradled his own weapon, turned, and left.
The rest of them stood morosely around the table, awaiting Parker's return. Unable to stand the silence, Ripley turned to face the science officer.
'Any other thoughts? Fresh ideas, suggestions, hints? From you or Mother.'
He shrugged, looked apologetic. 'Nothing new. Still collating information.'
She stared hard at him. 'I can't believe that. Are you telling me that with everything we've got on board this ship in the way of recorded information we can't come up with something better to use against this thing?'
'That's the way it looks, doesn't it? Keep in mind this is not your average, predictable feral we're dealing with. You said yourself it might be capable of anything.
'It possesses a certain amount of mental ammunition, at least as much as a dog and probably more than a chimpanzee. It has also demonstrated an ability to learn. As a complete stranger to the Nostromo, it has succeeded in quickly learning how to travel about the ship largely undetected. It is swift, powerful, and cunning. A predator the likes of which we've never encountered before. It is not so surprising our efforts to deal with it have met with, failure.'
'You sound like you're ready to give up.'
'I am only restating the obvious.'
'This is a modern, well-equipped ship, able to travel through hyperspace and execute a variety of complex functions. You're telling me that all its resources are inadequate to cope with a single large animal?'
'I'm sorry, Captain. I've given you my evaluation of the situation as I see it. Wishing otherwise will not alter facts. A man with a gun may hunt a tiger during the day with some expectation of success. Turn out his light, put the man in the jungle at night, surround him with the unknown, and all his primitive fears return. Advantage to the tiger.
'We are operating in the darkness of ignorance.'
'Very poetic, but not very useful.'
'I'm sorry.' He did not appear to care one way or the other. 'What do you want me to do?'
'Try and alter some of those 'facts' you're so positive about. Go back to Mother,' she ordered him, 'and keep asking questions until you get some better answers.'
'All right. I'll try. Though I don't know what you expect. Mother can't hide information.'
'Try different questions. If you'll remember, I had some luck working through ECIU. The distress signal that wasn't?'
'I remember.' Ash regarded her with respect. 'Maybe you're right.' He left.
Lambert had taken a seat. Ripley moved and sat down next to her.
'Try to hang on. You know Dallas would have done the same for us. No way he would've left the ship without making sure whether or not we were alive.'
Lambert didn't look mollified. 'All I know is that you're asking us to stay and get picked off one by one.'
'I promise you. If it looks like it won't work out, I'll bail us out of here fast. I'll be the first one on the boat.'
She had a sudden thought. It was a peculiar one, oddly out of place and yet strangely relevant in some inexplicable way to all her present concerns. She glanced over at Lambert. Her companion had to answer truthfully or there'd be no point in asking the question. She decided that while Lambert might be queasy where other matters were involved, on this particular subject Ripley could trust her reply.
Of course, an answer one way or another probably wouldn't mean a thing. It was just a perverse little mind bubble that would grow and continue to dominate her thoughts until she popped it. No real meaning.
'Lambert, did you ever sleep with Ash?'
'No.' Her reply was immediate, leaving no room for hesitation or second thoughts. 'What about you?'
