Doorstep

by Keith Laumer

Tags: Science Fiction, Novel-Classic,

Desc: Science Fiction Story: The general was bucking for his other star--and this miserable contraption bucked right back!

Steadying his elbow on the kitchen table serving as desk, Brigadier General 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 at his elbow.

“How are your boys doing, Major?”

“General, since that box this morning--”

“I know all about the box, Bill. So does Washington by now. What have you got that’s new?”

“Sir, I haven’t got anything to report yet. I have four crews on it, and she still looks impervious as hell.”

“Still getting the sounds from inside?”

“Intermittently, General.”

“I’m giving you one more hour, Major. I want that thing cracked.”

The general dropped the phone back on its cradle and peeled the cellophane from a cigar absently. He had moved fast, he reflected, after the State Police notified him at nine forty-one last night.

He had his men on the spot, the area evacuated of civilians, and a preliminary report on its way to Washington by midnight. At two thirty-six, they had discovered the four-inch cube lying on the ground fifteen feet from the huge object--missile, capsule, bomb--whatever it was. But now--several hours later--nothing new.

The field phone jangled. Straut grabbed it up.

“General, we’ve discovered a thin spot up on the top side. 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 Brigadier General Straut could have this thing wrapped up by the time Washington awoke to the fact that it was something big--well, he’d been waiting a long time for that second star. This was his chance, and he would damn well make the most of it.


He 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 Normandy. He still had ‘em.

He keyed the phone. “I’m coming down, Bill,” he told the Major.

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.

Major Greer hadn’t mentioned that. The line was quite obvious; in fact, it was more of a crack.

With a sound like a baseball smacking the catcher’s glove, the crack opened, the upper half tilted, men sliding--then 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 Straut’s 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 General Straut shouting. “ ... a man dead. It snapped; we weren’t 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 devil’s that racket?”

“That’s the sound we were getting from inside before, General. There’s something in there, alive--”

“All right, pull yourself together, Major. We’re not unprepared. Bring your half-tracks into position. The tanks will be here soon.”

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 yell. 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 limb, like the claw of a crab, moved, groping.

Straut yanked the .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 going into a spin and...


“Lucky it was soft ground,” somebody said. And somebody else asked,

“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. You’ve had a bad spill. Everything is all right. I’m Professor 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 scorpion’s 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.

“Where’s Greer?”

“I’m right here, sir.” Major Greer stepped up, stood attentively.

“Those tanks here yet?”

“No, sir. I had a call from General Margrave; there’s 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 is going to make me? Greer, get those mortars in place, spaced between your tracks.”

The telephone rang. Straut seized it. “General Straut.”

“General Margrave here, Straut. I’m glad you’re back on your feet.

There’ll be some scientists from the State University coming over.

Cooperate with them. You’re going to have to hold things together at least until I can get another man in there to--”

“Another man? General Margrave, I’m not incapacitated. The situation is under complete control--”

“It is, is it? I understand you’ve got still another casualty. What’s happened to your defensive capabilities?”

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