The Predator held a short metal tube in its hand, which he raised.
One was aiming what seemed to be a metal tube at him.
And the metal tubes were examined politely without much interest.
When his tongue got to the little metal tube, it stopped.
He rolled up the map and returned it to its metal tube.
She reached for the metal tube hanging against the column.
Mae came up from below, carrying a heavy metal tube.
The metal tube was cold to the touch as he assembled it.
He reached into a pocket of his suit and pulled out a small metal tube.
He slapped one of the dark green metal tubes with his giant hand again.
