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was pretty reassuring in times like this. Carter jogged over to the tent, saluted the guard and made his way inside. In it he found a captain, several junior officers and a whole host of civilians; the local fire chief, some paramedics and two cops.
    The captain shouted out above the din of people and phones. “Alright, listen up. Corporal, where is this thing?”
    The Corporal in question was hunched over a laptop, the white luminosity making his face pale and ghostly. Reflected in his glasses Carter could make out a GPS map.
    “It’s about 1 click away and closing at 5 clicks an hour. We’ve got ten minutes.”
    The captain turned to the assortment of emergency services personnel. “Ok, I want everyone inside the perimeter. Chief, I want your men on standby; we don’t know what kind of arsenal this thing’s got. Paramedics at the ready and I want your police officers to start checking for any remaining civilians.”
    The police chief touched his hat and said, “You got it,” before rushing past Carter and out of the tent.
    The captain caught his eyes and Carter immediately saluted.
    “At ease, Sergeant. What’s your story?”
    “Sergeant Carter, B Platoon. Reporting as ordered, sir.”
    “Ok Sergeant, are your men in position?”
    “Yes sir, we’ve set ourselves up behind the tank outside.”
    “Ok, hold fire until ordered to do so, understood?”
    “Yes sir, I…”
    One of the other officers looked up as the silence hung.
    “Spit it out,” said the captain.
    “I still don’t know the nature of the engagement, sir. Who are we fighting? Is it terrorists?”
    The captain looked at one of the other officers and shook his head.
    “Have you been watching the news, son?”
    “No sir, we’ve been out on manoeuvres.”
    “Somebody get this man on YouTube.”
    Carter wasn’t sure he understood. The people in the room seemed to have returned to their duties, the Fire Chief was on a radio and the paramedics were checking their kit. One of the army officers motioned Carter over to his laptop. “Take a look,” he said, before bringing up an internet window.
    Carter stared at the screen, stared at the officer and then stared back again. It looked like a movie; in the sense of a movie made in Hollywood. It was amateur footage; shot from a phone. The thing, whatever it was, walked through a truck and a house. The camera panned back briefly to show a path of demolition and smoke.
    A voice snapped him out of his coma.
    “Sir, we have visual contact.”
    “Get your men ready, Sergeant,” barked the captain. Carter looked momentarily lost, his wide eyes searching for something to focus on.
    “Now!” said the captain.
    Carter shook his head, for some reason saluted and then rushed outside. The floodlights had lit up the road leading out of town and already people were aiming their guns in that direction. He thought he saw movement but didn’t stop to look. He found his squad stood behind the tank, rifles dangling from their arms, heads tilted back in order to get a better look at whatever was coming.
    Something crashed down the road and the few street lights that were left flickered momentarily before blinking out. A car alarm started whining.
    “Get down!” said Carter. The squad squatted and grabbed their helmets. Above them the tank’s turret moved into position with an electric purr. Carter looked around to see what the other officers were doing. Everyone was staring straight ahead looking at the road.
    Another crash made him turn. A telegraph pole slumped to the ground and for the first time he saw it; as big as a man, but metal and glossy. Its eyes were two holes of light. Not electrical, not sunlight but something else; closer to moonlight.
    It was walking toward them, toward the line and nothing seemed to stop it or even slow it down. It went through a house, knocked over a tree and straight through a truck.
    “Jesus,” said Huey.
    The thing had reached a barrier of concrete barrels and bars now,