they don't know that. They're probably looking for other ways to get in. That'll take them awhile.
ZEKI: Maybe we got 'em demoralized.
BREEZE: (To Snowdrift and Zeki) I want you two walking the perimeter. I know we're all in strung out shape but stay Snowy and alert.  We've got to stop any entries before they get out of hand.

The two troopers nod and head for the corridor. Jenna sighs and picks up a cup of cold coffee, draining it in one gulp.

BREEZE: How long since you slept?  Twenty-four hours?

Jenna shrugs. She seems soul weary, drained by the nerve-wracking tension. When she answers, her voice seems distant, detached.

JENNA: (Grimly) They'll get us.
BREEZE: Maybe. Maybe not.
JENNA: Breeze, I'm not going to wind up like those others. You'll take care of it won't you, it if comes to that?
BREEZE: If it comes to that, I'll do us both. Let's see that it doesn't  Here, I'd like to introduce you to a close personal friend of mine.

He picks up his pulse-rifle and with the casually precise movements of long practice he snaps open the bolt, drops out the magazine and hands it to her.

BREEZE: M-41A 10mm pulse-rifle, over and under with a 30mm pump-action grenade launcher.

Jenna hefts the weapon. It is heavy and awkward. But there is an irrational promise of security in its lethal cold steel lines, to at least the sense that she will be in some greater measure the master of her own fate.  She raises it clumsily.

JENNA: What do I do?

INT. CONDUIT 134
Kapu is in claustrophobic limbo between two echoing infinities. The pipe rings with his scraping advance. He approaches an irregular hole which admits a tiny shaft of light. He puts his eyes up to the acid-etched opening.

HIS P.O.V. as drooling jaws flash toward us, SLAMMING against the steel with a vicious scraping SNAP.

Kapu flattens himself away from the opening and inches along, looking pale and strained. He glances at his watch.

INT. OPERATIONS 135
Jenna has the stock of the M-41A snugged up to her cheek and is awkwardly trying to keep up with Breeze' instructions. The Corporal is standing close behind her, positioning her arms. It's intimate but that's the last thing on their minds.

BREEZE: Just pull it in real right. It will kick some. When the counter here heads zero, hit this...

He thumbs a button and the magazine drops out, clattering on the floor.

BREEZE: Just let it drop right out. Get the other one in quick. Just slap it in hard, it likes abuse.  Now, pull the bolt.

CLACK.

BREEZE: You're ready again.

Jenna repeats the action, not very smoothly. Her hands are trembling. She indicates a stout TUBE underneath the slender pulse-rifle barrel.

JENNA: What's this?
BREEZE: Well, that's the grenade launcher...you probably don't want to mess with that.
JENNA: Look, you started this. Now show me everything. I can handle myself.
BREEZE: Yeah. I've noticed.

INT. CORRIDOR 136
DOLLYING WITH Jenna walking down the corridor, now carrying the newfound friend, the M-41A. Hahoku steps out of the door to the med lab, looking weak but sound.  Not-much is right behind him.

JENNA: How do you feel?
HAHOKU: All right, I guess. One hell of a hangover. Look, Jenna...I...
JENNA: Forget it.

She shoulders by him into the med lab. Hahoku turns to see Snowdrift staring at him with cold, slatted eyes.

HAHOKU: You still want to kill me?
SNOWDRIFT: (Turning away) It won't be necessary.

INT. MED LAB - ANNEX 137
Jenna crosses the deserted lab, passing through the annex to the small O.R. where she left Julie.

INT. MED LAB - O.R. 138
Entering the darkened chamber, Jenna looks around.  Julie is nowhere to be seen. On a hunch she kneels down and peers under the bed. Julie is curled up there, jammed as far back as she can get, fast asleep. Still clutching "Casey."

Jenna stares at Julie's tiny face, so angelic despite the demons that have chased her through her dreams and the reality between dreams. Jenna lays the rifle on top of the cot and crawls carefully underneath. Without waking the little girl, she slips her arms around her.

Jenna becomes merely the larger of two children huddling together in the darkness under their bed.

Julie's face contorts with the externalization of some tormented dreamscape. She cries out, a vague inarticulate plea. Jenna rocks her gently.

JENNA: There, there. Sssshh. It's all right.

EXT. Up-LINK TOWER - VIEW OF AP STATION 139
A VIEW OF the processing station from the colony landing platform. A rising wind is clearing out the low fog and the silhouette of the station grows sharper. Several systems of high pressure conduits at the base of the conical tower are actually glowing dull red with heat in the darkness. High voltage discharges arc around the upper latticework, lighting the blighted landscape with irregular glaring flashes.

PAN ONTO KAPU, F.G. hunched against the wind at the base of the telemetry tower. He has a TEST-BAY PANEL open and the portable terminal patched in. His jacket is draped over the keyboard and monitor unit to protect it from the elements and he is typing frenetically.

KAPU: (To himself) Now, if I did it right...

He punches a key marked "ENABLE."

INT. SULACO CARGO LOCK - IN ORBIT 140
The drop bay is empty and silent, with the remaining ship brooding in the shadows. A KLAXON sounds and rotating clearance lights come on. Hydraulics whine to life. Drop-ship two moves out on its overhead track and is lowered into the drop bay fro launch-prep. Service booms and fueling couplers move in automatically around the hull. A recorded announcement echoes across the huge chamber.

FEMALE VOICE: Attention. Attention. Automatic fueling operations have begun.  Please extinguish all smoking materials.

INT. OPERATING ROOM - TIGHT ON JENNA - MED LAB 141
as she awakens with a start. She checks her watch...an hour has passed. She gently disengages herself from Julie and is about to crawl out from beneath the cot when she sees something and FREEZES.

Across the room, just inside the door to the med lab, are two innocuous but nonetheless chilling objects.  TWO STASIS CYLINDERS. Their tops are hinged open, and the suspension fields are switched off. They are both EMPTY. Jenna feels a slow upwelling wave of terror rise through her in that silent frozen moment...the inescapable certainty of a lethal presence. Unable to move or breathe, she looks around frantically, assessing the situation.

JENNA: (Whispers) Julie. Julie, wake up.
JULIE: Wah...? Where are...?
JENNA: (Whispers) Sssh. Don't move. We're in trouble.

Julie nods, now wide awake. They listen in the darkness for the slightest betrayal of movement. The scrabble of multiple legs across the polished floor, for example.

There is only the droning HUM of the little space heater.  Jenna reaches up and, clutching the springs of the underside of the cot, begins to inch it away from the wall.

The SQUEAL OF METAL as the legs scrape across the floor is jarringly loud in the stillness.

When the space is wide enough she cautiously slides herself up between the wall and the edge of the cot, reaching for the rifle she left lying on top of the mattress. Here yes clear the edge of the bed. The rifle is GONE.

She snaps her head around. A SCUTTLING SHAPE LEAPS TOWARD HER from the foot of the bed! She ducks with a startled cry. The obscene thing hits the wall above her, legs moving lightning fast. Reflexively she slams the bed against the wall, pinning the creature inches above her face. Its legs and tail writhe with incredible ferocity and it emits a demented, piercing SQUEAL.

Jenna heaves Julie across the polished floor and in a frenzied scramble rolls from beneath the cot. She flips it over, trapping the creature underneath.

They back away, gasping. Jenna's eyes flash around the shadowed room where every corner of space between equipment holds lethal promise. The creature scuttles from beneath the bed and disappears under a back of cabinets in a blur. Jenna hugs Julie close and heads toward the door, moving as if every object in the room had a million volts running through it. She reaches the door. Hits the wall switch. Nothing happens. Disabled from outside. She tries the lights. Nothing. She pounds on the door. The acoustically dampened door panel thunks dully. She moves to the observation window, glancing frantically over her shoulder. The bare floor behind her is like a screaming threat.

JENNA: (shouting) Hey...hey!

She pounds on the window. Through the double thickness window we can SEE that the lab is dark and empty. Jenna whirls, hearing a loathsome scrabbling behind her. Julie starts to whimper, feeding off her fear. She steps in front of the video surveillance camera and waves her arms in a circle.

JENNA: Breeze! Breeze!

INT. OPERATIONS - TIGHT ON VIDEO MONITOR 142
showing Jenna waving her arms. There is no sound, a surreal pantomime.

A hand ENTERS FRAME and switches off the monitor.  Jenna's image vanishes.
WIDER ANGLE as Not-much straightens casually from the console. Breeze is talking via headset with Kapu and hasn't noticed Jenna's plight or Not-much's action.

BREEZE: (Into mike) Roger. Check back when you've activated the ship. (Turning) He's at the up-link tower.
NOT-MUCH: (Calmly) Excellent.

INT. OPERATING ROOM 143: Jenna picks up a steel chair and slams it against the observation window. It bounces back from the high-impact material. She tries again.

REVERSE ANGLE from the med lab side, showing her futile efforts, the chair hitting with a dull THWACK barely audible through the double thickness pressure port.

Jenna turns, studying the room. She fumbles through a clutter of equipment on a counter next to her and finds a SMALL EXAMINATION LIGHT. Snapping it on she plays the beam over the walls. Tall assemblies of surgical and anesthesiology equipment loom in the dark. She hears, she thinks she