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The Man with a Mission (continued . . .)

















	
















	
	Lukaz Rann brought Vallu’s vehicle to a jarring
	halt at the cliff edge and rasped an order.

	
	Get out !

	
	Vallu’s bodyguards were
	closing in fast.

	
	Jump !

	
	Please ! Spare me !
	I’ll make you rich.
	Anything can be
	yours, if only . . .

	
	The great rocketeer thrust his
	victim over the abyss and
	followed after.

	
	Eeeeeeeeeeghh !

	
	Lukaz Rann struck the
	water and sank deeply.

	
	Vallu’s been knocked unconscious.
	I must get him to the surface
	before he drowns. I’d hate
	anything to happen to him !

	
	The bodyguards criss-crossed the area
	where the two had disappeared.

	
	No sign of
	them. They must
	have perished.

	
	But the intrepid rocketeer was alive,
	and supporting his half-drowned captive.

	
	They think
	it’s hopeless,
	and are giving
	up the search.


























	
















	
	That night, a Trigan fishing boat approached the cliffs,
	as Lukaz Rann had previously arranged.

	
	Well done,
	lads. Now
	let’s get
	out of here.

	
	Morning found the rocketeer back
	in his Vorg castle, with his second
	victim imprisoned in a dungeon.

	
	With so little time left to him, Lukaz Rann took
	up the next dossier without any delay.

	
	And now, another
	creature whose dis-
	appearance will
	sweeten the air
	of the whole
	planet . . . Yackrass !

	
	Yackrass was a rabble-rousing Trigan politician. He was also the highest paid
	performer on the Trigan audivision network. An estimated fifty million viewers
	switched on his weekly programme.

	
	Mustn’t miss old
	Yackrass. He’s always
	good for a bit of
	excitement.

	
	Yackrass’s technique was to play upon the public’s fears
	and prejudices. Currently, he was blazing a campaign
	of XENOPHOBIA—the hatred of foreigners.

	
	Fellow-citizens ! Do you realise
	that there are over half a million
	foreign nationals residing here ?
	Taking all the best jobs ! Treating
	us like second class citizens !

	
	How much longer are
	we going to tolerate
	this pollution in
	our midst ?

	
	Following Yackrass’s outburst, innocent and law-abiding foreigners—Catons, Lokans, Tharvians,
	and others—were mobbed in the streets and their properties destroyed.

	
	Down with
	the outsiders !

	
	Trigan for
	the Trigans !

	
	Yackrass had cause for self-congratulation. That
	very day, he had landed a new audivision contract
	at double his usual fee.

	
	By all the
	stars, you’re a
	clever fellow,
	my dear
	Yackrass.

	
	But retribution was
	at hand for
	the spreader of hatred.

This instalment was originally published in Look and Learn issue no. 705 on 19 July 1975.

 
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The Man from the Future (continued . . .)

















	














Janno dived his stricken craft towards a broad river.

Will I make it?

I’ve blown off the canopy. There’s still a chance.

Janno kicked his way out of the wreckage.

I’m safe—if only my lungs . . . hold . . . out!

But as he clawed his way to the bank . . .

Come out with your hands on your head!

Later, he was interrogated.

Why did you start the attack at dawn?

I have nothing to say.

Toth Zandu informed us you were coming at midday! 

So Toth Zandu is the traitor!

The traitor was already marked for punishment. Later, in another part of the Caton headquarters, grim orders were given.

You are the one who first made contact with Toth Zandu?

Yes, sir!

You will accompany this trained killer to Trigan City. You will lead him to the victim’s residence and point him out. Then you will render any necessary assistance in eliminating Toth Zandu!
























	














All that day, bells rang throughout the Trigan Empire in honour of the victorious attack. Toth Zandu was baffled and frightened.

Cato is now in desperate straits for, despite their recent victories on land and sea, they are now without air-cover.

It can’t be true! I read of the Trigans’ defeat in the future.

When dusk fell over Trigan City, a highflying aircraft dropped two avengers.

Toth Zandu was alone in his luxury villa when they burst in on him.

I think you can guess why we’re here, double-dealer!

Toth Zandu’s hand stabbed a button.

The assassins from Cato were instantly surrounded by a sheer-sided projectile-proof wall that rose from the floor.

Fools! Though I know that no harm is destined to come to me, I take reasonable precautions against my enemies.

Later, Toth Zandu left his villa and climbed into his hover-auto.

This new development makes my position insecure. I must go to the Emperor and give him a number of sensational predictions about the future. Then I am safe, no matter what.

As he sped towards the city centre, he heard a sound behind him.

You! What do you want?

Vengeance!

It was Toth Zandu’s sworn enemy—the one he had cheated out of a fortune.

This instalment was originally published in Look and Learn issue no. 697 on 24 May 1975.

 
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Rent by an internal explosion following a fire in the engine room, the great vessel rolled over and was soon plunging to the ocean bed.

Janno was among the survivors.

It’s . . . unbelievable!

News reached Trigan City within moments of the disaster.

Imperial Majesty! A terrible accident!

 . . . The “Trigan Hero” has sunk!

Similarly, the information arrived at Cato, where the war council was in session.

“Trigan Hero” has sunk in the Central Ocean.

The issue was no longer in doubt.

With one blow, Trigo has lost the most powerful weapon in his armoury.

So we will declare war on the Trigan Empire!

The Trigan news media broadcast Cato’s declaration.

 . . . So the empire is at war with the state of Cato. So far, no hostilities have been reported. A state of emergency exists throughout the Imperial possessions.
























	














And now, in a lighter vein . . . the holder of the lucky ticket in the current Imperial Lottery draw. We take you over to the Imperial Lottery headquarters, to see the lucky winner.

Before the envious gaze of millions, the redheaded individual became a multi-millionaire.

Toth Zandu, I have pleasure in presenting you with a bank draft for two million thullars and twenty-five thousand zersts.

I thank you.

One viewer was more than envious, he was FURIOUS!

It’s him! The fellow who bought my ticket off me for five thousand zersts!

And the ticket’s won!

You threw away a fortune, you fool!

How was I to know it was going to win?

Come to think of it, how did he know?

The winner of the Lottery, Toth Zandu, wasted no time in taking advantage of his good fortune. He went to see a luxury villa in the smartest part of the capital.

Apart from the beautiful view, the property has many advantages. Expensive, of course, but . . .

I’ll buy it!

Established in his new residence and surrounded by every luxury that money could buy, Toth Zandu congratulated himself.

An excellent beginning. But only the beginning. One day, not far hence, I shall be exchanging this place for . . . the Imperial Palace!

After all, one who can look into the future as if it was yesterday, has the power to demand—and get—anything!

. . . Anything!

This instalment was originally published in Look and Learn issue no. 691 on 12 April 1975.