After another long look at the saucer, the kid went over to the door of the filling station and unlocked it.
Rip and Charley were sitting on the front stoop of the diner when the sun peeped over the horizon and under the cloud deck, illuminating everything in town, including the saucer.
'The kid bought it, I think,' he said. 'You're quite the liar.' 'I'm practicing to be a politician.' 'What do you think happened to our friends?' 'Guess the Arabs will let 'em loose before long. Oil workers are the rainmakers; they come and go all the time. Doesn't pay for the Arabs to hassle 'em. Can't say the same about the Air Force types, though. And God only knows what they'll do with the Aussies.'
The fate of the Aussies didn't interest Charley Pine very much. Of course the United States government would eventually bestir itself on behalf of her Air Force colleagues, who would probably all get medals and a trip to Washington to shake hands with the elected ones.
She sat staring at the saucer. 'That antigravity device is something else,' she said after a bit.
Rip agreed. 'I think those coils on the saucer's belly reverse the polarity of the saucer's gravitational field, so the saucer and earth repel each other.'
They sat watching the sun rise behind the saucer, each lost in his or her own thoughts.
General Hoyt Alexander, commanding general of Space Command, was awakened from a sound sleep by the Cheyenne Mountain duty officer and informed that an unidentified object had entered the atmosphere, one that appeared to remain intact all the way to the ground. The Pentagon watch team had already been notified, the duty officer said.
Ten minutes later, the watch officer called back with the news from California.
By the time the watch officer learned of the sonic booms in St. Louis, the Air Force chief of staff, General 'Bombing' Joe De Laurio, had already called General Alexander.
'Morning, Hoyt. What the hell is going on? Space invaders?'
'I don't think so, sir,' General Alexander said. His sense of humor was invisible, if he had one at all.
'Is your television on, Hoyt?'
'No, sir,' Alexander said, as if that were a routine question to be asked by a superior officer at — he looked at the luminescent hands of his watch — 4:14 a.m. Mountain Daylight Time.
Bombing Joe sighed. 'The media is in a feeding frenzy this morning,' he continued. 'The public affairs people are already besieged, and I haven't even had a cup of coffee. Objects entering the atmosphere over California, possible sonic booms over St. Louis… What in hell is going on?'
'Sir, we don't have any answers… yet.'
'Humpf,' grunted Bombing Joe. After a few seconds of silence, he added, 'How about making sure none of our hot-rock fighter jocks buzzed St. Louis this morning. Call me back as soon as you can.'
'Yes, sir.'
'Too many UFO stories around, if you ask me,' Alexander's boss grumped. 'The world is getting weirder and weirder.'
Alexander hadn't a clue what that remark was in reference to since he had not been briefed about the discovery of a saucer-shaped object in the Sahara, confirmation by the hypersonic spy plane, or the fact that a UFO team had been dispatched to investigate. He kept his mystification to himself, however, because he well knew the Air Force was a compartmentalized outfit. His was not to wonder why…
After a few more grumbles for the record, Bombing Joe hung up. He immediately called his aide at home on the secure telephone and asked him what he had heard about the UFO team that had been sent to the Sahara two days ago.
'Nothing, sir,' the aide said.
'I want a complete report when I get to the office,' rumbled Bombing Joe. The political people were going to be all over him before he got very much older. He sat in bed frowning as CNN's reporters got wound up about explosive noises in St. Louis.
Rip and Charley heard the car coming down the street when it was still two blocks away. After parking it beside the diner, a hefty woman got out, took a good look at the saucer across the street, then came walking toward the front door. She glanced at Charley and Rip, then stuck her key in the door.
'You know anything about that?' she asked, nodding at the saucer.
'Truckers off-loaded it there a little while ago,' Rip volunteered. 'Said there was an overpass down the four- lane that it wouldn't go under.'
'Well, I guess. What is it, anyway?'
'Gonna be part of a sign for an amusement park over in St. Louis. That's what the trucker told us. We broke down on the four-lane and walked into town.'
'Come on in and I'll put the coffee on.' Rip and Charley followed her into the diner. 'You folks been driving all night?' 'Yeah. Then the car gave out.'
'That's the way the world works, I guess. Some days you just can't have no luck. Find a seat and I'll get you some coffee as quick as I can.' 'Thanks.'
They sat in the first booth, with the sun's rays streaming through the window. The clouds were patchy now, breaking up.
'It's going to be a pretty day,' Charley Pine said. 'Feels good to be home,' Rip replied and helped himself to a package of coffee sugar. Then he yawned.
'I'm sleepy too,' Charley said. 'And I could use a bath.' 'Uncle Egg's got hot water and beds. I'm going to sleep all day.'
When the woman brought the coffee, Rip said, 'We didn't see the sign on the way into town. What's the name of this place, anyway?'
'Lordy, how did you miss that sign? This is Upshur, Indiana, boy, 'where the prairie begins.'' 'It was sorta dark when we walked in.' 'Honey, Upshur, Indiana, is a good place to be from. Been here all my life, though. Just can't seem to wind myself up to get up and go.' 'Sounds like a country song.'
'Don't it, though? What do you all want to eat this fine summer morning?'
'Half dozen eggs scrambled,' Rip said. 'Lots of fried potatoes, a couple slabs of ham, maybe four biscuits, two big glasses of whole milk. What about you, Charley?'
'That's all for you?' Charley and the diner lady both stared at him. 'I'm hungry.'
'
'Two eggs and dry toast for me, thank you,' Charley said.
As she went into the kitchen, the woman turned on the television in the corner. The thing took a few seconds to warm up. Rip helped himself to another packet of sugar. '… Authorities have no explanation for a loud noise that rocked St. Louis approximately one hour ago, shattering windows throughout the metro area and causing thousands of people to telephone police and fire departments.'
Charley and Rip looked at each other. Rip shrugged. The reporters went on to another story. 'A suspected meteor raced across the California sky in the early hours this morning. Hundreds of people saw the large object, apparently burning up in the atmosphere, streak across the sky from west to east. Was it a meteor or a satellite falling out of orbit? The Air Force has yet to say. There have been no reports of a meteor striking the earth this morning, but if one hit in a remote area, it may be days before the report comes out. Here is Air Force spokesman Major Don Williams.'
The station cut to a man in uniform. 'The object was tracked by Space Command, of course. We will have a statement later when we know more about the object's trajectory.'
A reporter asked the officer, 'A very loud explosion was reported just minutes ago in St. Louis. Could the meteor have struck the earth near St. Louis?'
'We don't know,' the major said. 'We're trying to determine that now.'
Charley sipped her coffee and looked out the window at the saucer, which was casting a long shadow in the early morning sun.
'When I was hunting for a hose,' Rip said, 'for a second there I thought you might fly off and leave me.'
'Did you really?'
'Just for a second.'
