“Remember,” Mickey spoke up, “the part where you’ve never hit anyone?”
“I’ll learn!” Gordon’s snarl had even the affable Mickey stepping back, finally realizing just how close he’d come to tangling with a primal force.
“Ripley,” Mark said in a calm voice. “Why don’t you take Gordon for a walk? Somewhere quiet.”
“Try 03-75-4-L,” the Mini Boss told her. Deck-frame-compartment-L for Living quarters. “We’ve got a little space in officer country at the moment due to a medical emergency. You’re only aboard for four days, so we’ll give it to you. You know the way.”
Ripley nodded. She remembered. Her own quarters hadn’t been far away.
“Meanwhile,” Jim Harding slapped Mark on the back almost as hard as she’d punched Weasel in the face. Mark barely wavered. “I’m gonna bunk my cousin-in-law in a
