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where Mitch had been trapped. The transmission to their ship was the last she had seen of him. The truth
of it was that for whatever Mitch had come to be, he was the best person she had ever known. And she
had loved him.

Yeah, okay, so, life was fucking unfair. It was a cold fact that she'd learned and relearned too many
times to cry about now. You spent a lot of time in a hospital, you learned to suck it up and keep your
face blank.

Billie wiped the tears from her face. Crying didn't get you anywhere. If she'd learned nothing else in
her recent adventures with Wilks, she had learned that the best way to get things done was to do them.
You wanted an ass kicked, best you wore your heavy boots. Then you could take care of business.
Sitting around and whining didn't get it done.

Ripley knew. Ripley had a plan. What the plan was didn't matter as much as the fact that it existed.
And if there was any chance at all that it would work, Billie was going to help make the damned aliens
suffer for what they'd done.

And laugh while they burned.



3


Ripley rubbed at her temples, frowned slightly.

"Problem?" Wilks whispered. He didn't want to disturb the woman concentrating at the console a
couple of meters away.

"Headache," she said. "I get 'em a lot lately." She gave up her self-massage and looked around the
small cubicle. The tasteful paintings and prints seemed out of place next to the cheap, built-in furnishings.

The tech, Leslie Elliot, had agreed to help them, volunteering her lunch break to dig for their
information. They sat now in her cube, watching her work. She was an attractive woman, tightly muscled,
with an easy smile and reddish-brown hair that she wore in tiny braids. Ripley wondered how well she
and Wilks were acquainted....

"Maybe you should stop by medical," said Wilks, interrupting her thought.

Ripley looked at him blankly.
 'Tour headache."

"Oh. No. I'm fine. Besides, I don't do medics; most problems seem to fix themselves."

Wilks seemed about to say something else when Leslie turned in her chair and grinned. "You owe
me for this, Sarge," she said.

"If you got something."

Leslie's grin widened. "Gold mine, what I got. Just gotta ask the right questions. Hold on a sec.