Keith Laumer - Doorstep

Steadying his elbow on the kitchen table serving as a desk, Brigadier General W. F. Straut leveled his binoculars and stared out through the second-floor window of the farmhouse at the bulky object lying canted at the edge of the wood lot. He watched the figures moving over and around the gray mass, then flipped the lever on the field telephone.

Bill, how are your boys doing?

General, since that box this morning

I know all about the box, Bill. Its in Washington by now. What have you got thats new?

Sir, I havent got anything to report yet. Ive got four crews on it, and she still looks impervious as hell.

Still getting the sounds from inside?

Intermittently, General.

Im giving you one more hour, Major. I want that thing cracked.

The General dropped the phone back on its cradle, and absently peeled the cellophane from a cigar. He had moved fast, he reflected, after the State Police notified him at 9:41 last night. He had his men on the spot, the area evacuated of civilians, and a preliminary report on the way to Washington by midnight. At 2:36, they had discovered the four inch cube lying on the ground fifteen feet from the objectship, capsule, bomb, whatever it was. But nowfour hours laternothing new.

The field phone jangled. He grabbed it up.

General, weve discovered a thin spot up on the top surface; all we can tell so far is that the wall thickness falls off there.

All right. Keep after it, Bill.

This was more like it. If he could have this thing wrapped up by the time Washington woke up to the fact that it was something bigwell, hed been waiting a long time for that second star. This was his chance, and he would damn well make the most of it.

Straut looked across the field at the thing. It was half in and half out of the woods, flat-sided, round-ended, featureless. Maybe he should go over and give it a closer look personally. He might spot something the others were missing. It might blow them all to kingdom come any second; but what the hell. He had earned his star on sheer guts in Granada. He still had em.

He keyed the phone. Im coming down, Bill. On impulse, he strapped a pistol belt on. Not much use against a house-sized bomb, but the heft of it felt good.

The thing looked bigger than ever as the jeep approached it, bumping across the muck of the freshly plowed field. From here he could see a faint line running around, just below the juncture of side and top. Greer hadnt mentioned that. The line was quite obvious; in fact, it was more of a crack.

With a sound like a baseball smacking the catchers mitt, the crack opened; the upper half tilted, men slidingthen impossibly it stood open, vibrating, like the roof of a house suddenly lifted. The driver gunned the jeep. There were cries, and a ragged shrilling that set Strauts teeth on edge. The men were running back now, two of them dragging a third. Major Greer emerged from behind the object, looked about, ran toward him, shouting.

a man dead. It snapped; we werent expecting it

Straut jumped out beside the men, who had stopped now and were looking back. The underside of the gaping lid was an iridescent black. The shrill noise sounded thinly across the field. Greer arrived, panting.

What happened? Straut snapped.

I was checking over that thin spot, General. The first thing I knew it was coming up under me. I fell; Tate was at the other side. He held on and it snapped him loose, against a tree. His skull

What the devils that racket?

Thats the sound we were getting from inside, before, General. Theres something in there, alive

All right; pull yourself together, Major. Were not unprepared. Bring your halftracks into position. The tanks will be here in another half-hour.

Straut glanced at the men standing about. He would show them what leadership meant.

You men keep back, he said. He puffed his cigar calmly as he walked toward the looming object. The noise stopped suddenly; that was a relief. There was a faint and curious odor in the air, something like chlorine or seaweed or iodine.

There were no marks in the ground surrounding the thing. It had apparently dropped straight in to its present position. It was heavy, too. The soft soil was displaced in a mound a foot high all along the side.

Behind him, Straut heard a shout go up. He whirled. The men were pointing; the jeep started up, churned toward him, wheels spinning. He looked up. Over the edge of the gray wall, six feet above his head, a great reddish protrusion, like the claw of a crab, moved, groping.

In automatic response, Straut yanked his .45 from its holster, jacked the action, and fired. Soft matter spattered, and the claw jerked back. The screeching started up again angrily, then was drowned in the engine roar as the jeep slid to a stop. Straut stooped, grabbed up a leaf to which a quivering lump adhered, jumped into the vehicle as it leaped forward; then a shock and they were turning, too fast, going over

lucky it was soft ground.

What about the driver?

Silence. Straut opened his eyes. What about

A stranger was looking down at him, an ordinary-looking fellow of about thirty-five.

Easy, now, General Straut. Youve had a bad spill. Everything is all right. Im Paul Lieberman, from the University.

The driver, Straut said with an effort.

He was killed when the jeep went over.

Went over?

The creature lashed out with a member resembling a scorpions stinger; it struck the jeep and flipped it; you were thrown clear. The driver jumped and the jeep rolled on him.

Straut pushed himself up. Wheres Greer?

Im right here, sir, Major Greer stepped up, stood attentively.

Those tanks here yet, Greer?

No, sir. I had a call from General Margrave; theres some sort of holdup. Something about not destroying scientific material. I did get the mortars over from the base

Straut got to his feet. The stranger took his arm. You ought to lie down, General

Who the hell are you? Greer, get those mortars in place, spaced between your tracks.

The telephone rang. Straut seized it.

General Straut.

Straut? General Margrave here. Im glad youre back on your feet. Therell be some scientists from the State University coming over; cooperate with them. Youre going to have to hold things together at least until I can get another man in there

Another man? General, Im not incapacitated. The situation is under complete control

Ill decide that, Straut. I understand youve got another casualty. Whats happened to your defensive capabilities?

That was an accident, sir. The jeep

I know. Well review that matter at a later date. What Im calling about is more important right now. The code men have made some headway on that box of yours. Its putting out some sort of transmission.

Yes, sir.

Theyve rigged a receiver set-up that puts out audible sound. Half the messageits only twenty seconds long, repeatedis in English: Its a fragment of a recording from a daytime radio program; one of the network men here identified it. The rest is gibberish. Theyre still working over it.

What

Bryant tells me he thinks theres some sort of correspondence between the two parts of the message. I wouldnt know, myself. In my opinion its a threat of some sort.

I agree, General. An ultimatum.

All right; keep your men back at a safe distance from now on. I want no more casualties.

Straut cursed his luck as he hung up the phone. Margrave was ready to relieve him; and after he had exercised every precaution. He had to do something, fast, something to sew this thing up before it slipped out of his hands. He looked at Greer.

Im neutralizing this thing once and for all. Therell be no more men killed while I stand by.

Lieberman stood up. General! I must protest any attack against this