To a patrolling trio of fighting-craft high above Trigan City, there came a message. Calling green leader. Lieutenants Janno, Roffa and Keren to return to base immediately! This is a special emergency. In the lead craft, Janno’s nerves tautened. He communicated with his wingers. I bet there’s been another victim—or victims—of the fall-out! Let’s go, Janno! The three pilots reported to the top secret headquarters where the great scientist Peric was awaiting them. We’ve got about twelve of them on our hands now! It’s like having a dozen prehistoric monsters on the rampage. Who are they, Peric? A party of old people on a day’s outing to the sea! “Something happened to them this morning, and now they’re terrorising a small holiday resort down on the coast.” Gaaaaaaah! Naaaaaagh! “A police patrol tried to deal with them,” continued Peric. “And came off badly.” Eeeeeeeh!News of this happening must not leak out, or we shall be faced with a world-wide panic! Those victims must be captured and brought in for examination. This is the weapon you will use—the gun that fires a drugged dart! Shortly after midday, the three volunteers were dropped into the holiday resort. Not a sign of anyone! They landed, took cover and had a brief council-of-war. Roffa and I will circle the town and come back this way down the main street. You keep us covered, Keren. Right, Janno! Slowly, carefully, the two crept forward. See anything, Roffa? Roffa, I said can you . . . Aaah! Roffa’s eyes were as red as fire and gleaming with animal frenzy. Gnaaaaaggh! Naaaaagh! The scourge from space had struck again!
This instalment was originally published in Look and Learn issue no. 751 on 5 June 1976.
