Saucer

degrees or so off the axis of the airplane. He used both hands on the stick to wrestle the nose toward it.

Sure enough, the first wingtip Sidewinder locked on the saucer's exhaust plume and Raymond heard a tone in his ears.

He squeezed off the heat seeker. The missile shot forward in a gout of fire and smoke. The second Sidewinder locked on too, and Raymond thought, In for a nickel, in for a dollar, and fired it.

With both missiles chasing the saucer into the morning sky, Raymond Stockert sat watching until his fighter ran out of airspeed. He was going through forty-two thousand feet at that time, so he rolled onto his left wing and let the nose come down.

When he last saw the saucer, it was merely a brilliant spot of light in the heavens, going off toward the east.

Raymond had no idea what happened to the missiles he had fired.

Charley Pine didn't see the F16, but she saw the first Sidewinder, which for some reason failed to guide on the exhaust plume. As it flashed by the canopy she recognized it for what it was.

She didn't see the second missile, which fortunately ran out of fuel just seconds before it would have intercepted the saucer. It passed harmlessly through the saucer's exhaust several hundred yards below it.

Charley Pine had been toying with the thought of hovering the saucer over a ship at sea and jumping through the hatch, leaving Hedrick and Rigby to their own devices, but the missile instantly clarified her thinking. Australia suddenly seemed like a solid idea.

She kept the juice full on, accelerating at about four G's. The computer profile led her upward with a gradual tilt of the nose eastward. She flew the saucer manually: She didn't want Hedrick to discover that the computer would fly the saucer on whatever profile the pilot wished.

Hedrick and Rigby stayed glued to the aft bulkhead, pinned there by the G. The blue of the sky gradually grew darker as the saucer roared out of the earth's atmosphere.

Checking the health of the systems, flipping back and forth between computer presentations — merely by thinking about it — Charley flew into space.

The ride into orbit took a bit more than fifteen minutes. When orbital velocity was obtained, Charley shut down the rocket engines.

Hedrick and Rigby floated up from the bulkhead.

Hedrick laughed, a loud, happy laugh. Rigby pushed himself toward Charley, snarling, 'You slut! I'm going to make you pay — '

'That's enough, Rigby,' Hedrick declared.

'Yeah,' said Charley Pine. 'Cork it, asshole.'

'Please, Ms. Pine, let's not beard the lion.' And Hedrick laughed again. He pushed off with his feet and shot across the cabin, all the while roaring his delight.

Through the canopy she could see the eastern seaboard of the United States pass below, although a cloud cover obscured much of the Atlantic. Through occasional rifts one caught glimpses of ocean, a deep blue hue, almost black.

She turned the saucer so that the sun shone full upon her. She was excited, as she always was when she flew the saucer. She took a deep breath, let it out slowly.

Hedrick was beside her now, looking through the canopy. Rigby had retreated to a seat, where he strapped himself in.

'An experience of a lifetime,' Hedrick said. 'I'm so glad I lived to see this.'

What the heck. Charley rotated the saucer so he could see the earth passing below, then got busy with the computer plotting reentry.

'About twenty minutes,' she told him. 'Then we start the reentry burn. Better find a seat before then.'

'Couldn't we do a complete orbit?'

'The scenery is fantastic but the company leaves a lot to be desired. We're going to Australia when we hit the reentry window. I am guessing on the time. The computer isn't programmed with our minutes and seconds.'

'Okay, Ms. Pine,' Hedrick said reluctantly and pushed off for a seat. 'You're the pilot.'

After Hedrick's thugs drove away, Rip and Egg sat on the porch without speaking, each occupied with his own thoughts.

Finally, Rip took out his wallet and counted the cash it contained. 'Uncle Egg, could you lend me three thousand dollars?'

'Going somewhere?'

'Australia.'

'We'll have to go into town. I'll write a check at the bank.'

Rip stood and dusted off the seat of his jeans. Then he wiped his eyes. 'I'm ready now,' he muttered.

'Saw an article about Hedrick in one of those investment magazines down at my dentist's, maybe two or three weeks ago. He has a place west of Sydney, if I remember correctly. Lots of stone and glass and shapely young women. I specifically remember the women.'

'Maybe we can stop by the dentist's. I'd like to have that article.'

'Sure. And I better lock up the house. No telling who heard that thing climbing out of here.'

After he retrieved his passport and new clothes from his bedroom, Rip strolled out to the pickup while Egg went through the house locking doors and turning off lights. He was standing there when a pickup roared in and slid to a halt with a spray of gravel.

'Did you see that thing?' the man at the wheel shouted. He pointed at the sky in the general direction in which the saucer had disappeared. 'One of them flyin' saucers?'

'Yeah.' Rip turned to point. 'Went right down that runway there and then… ' He made a gesture skyward with his right hand. 'Went swooping up, clean out of sight. Darndest thing I ever saw.'

'Say, I haven't seen you around here before, have I?'

The man at the wheel was wearing bib overalls and a T-shirt. On his head was a cap bearing a John Deere logo.

'I'm Egg's nephew. Name's Rip.'

The man eyed him suspiciously. 'The TV says maybe those saucers are dumping aliens around, like in the movies. Maybe they're gonna try to take over. How do I know you're who you say?'

Egg heard that remark. As he strode up carrying a suitcase, he called, 'Lemuel, haven't I told you a dozen times to stay the hell off my property? I don't want you over here sniffing around.'

'I seen that saucer, Cantrell, and — '

'Aliens! You fool. If I had a couple I'd sic 'em on you. Turn that thing around and get out of here before I call the law.'

As Lemuel was turning his truck, Egg called, 'And fix that hole in the fence that your bull comes through, you skinflint. I think you're running that animal over here on purpose to eat my grass.'

Lemuel got his pickup underway in another shower of gravel.

'Let's go,' Egg told Rip, jerking his head toward his own pickup. 'We'll lock the gate on the way out.'

'General De Laurio, Space Command reports that a vehicle just went into orbit from a location in central Missouri. Liftoff was about twenty minutes ago. It is in orbit now, engines secured. Preliminary reports on the wire services seem to indicate the vehicle was extremely loud and saucer-shaped.'

De Laurio was back in the West Wing of the White House. He had sent home for a clean uniform and a toothbrush. Two hours ago he went over to the Pentagon for a short nap. P.J. O'Reilly gave him a cold stare as he left. He felt as if he were abandoning the women and children aboard the Titanic while he rowed away in the only lifeboat, but he had to get a little sleep.

'It's in orbit now?' Bombing Joe asked the Pentagon duty officer.

'Yes, sir. Achieved a sustainable orbit about five minutes ago. And General, apparently a National Guard F-16 on patrol over Missouri fired two Sidewinder missiles at it.'

'What? Say that again.'