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.

Gaaaaahhh!

The eyes that burned out at the young air fleet pilot were those of a maddened beast.

Nnngaaaaaahh!!

Janno ducked for cover, but still the “creature” pursued him.

Desperately, Janno rasped a message into his throat microphone.

Calling the heli-jet! Come in low with your hook trailing! This is an emergency!

As the red-eyed killer swung his makeshift club, Janno saw the heli-jet coming in low.

Now for it!

Janno ducked the first wild swipe, and snatched at the trailing hook which he attached to Sollum’s belt.

Ugh!























Take him up!

Bang on time! Thanks a lot!

Nngaaaaaaahhh!!

Later that day, Janno visited the secret laboratory where the great scientist Peric had secured the killer.

So the result of the fall-out from that radioactive waste is—this!

The strength of ten wild Zargots and the killer instinct of a venomous Nobra!

The radioactive material has caused a complex mutation in his cells, producing this effect. I am afraid that we are looking at what a very large proportion of our planet’s inhabitants could become . . .

Perhaps—all of us!

What I find the most awful part is—the red eyes!

At that moment, a party of old people from Trigan City were on a day’s outing to the sea. They disembarked from their coach.

Look there! A fine crop of wild zamberries.

I love a nice zamberry.

The old people ate their fill. And he who had seen them first was the first to be—affected.

Gnaaaaaah!

This instalment was originally published in Look and Learn issue no. 750 on 29 May 1976.

The advanced science and technology of the planet Elekton had its inevitable drawbacks—such as how to dispose of large quantities of poisonous, radioactive industrial waste material. They finally came up with the ultimate solution—space disposal.

Disposal unit airborne!

The disposal units filled with waste were intended to orbit the planet in outer space for eternity, in perfect safety.

By a multi-million mischance—DISASTER!

Emergency! Emergency! Two units have collided!

News of the happening was flashed round the planet—in secret!

Strict security silence to be maintained!

Or there will be widespread panic of the populations!

Alert all heads of states . . .

An emergency conference has been called . . .

An emergency conference of all the states on Elekton was held in Trigan City. The delegates were addressed by the planet’s top scientist, Peric.

The contents of the two units will eventually land on the surface of Elekton, widely distributed. In short, the entire planet is at risk of deadly contamination . . .

Questions were asked including the question uppermost in all minds . . .

What will be the nature of the contamination? What effect will it have upon our peoples?

That I cannot tell, since the combined effect of the two different types of waste contained in the two units is impossible to determine . . .

One thing we know . . . the effect is bound to be cataclysmic!

The delegate from Tharv had a proposal . . .

I suggest that we immediately recruit a secret force to monitor the situation and be prepared to go anywhere on the planet, at an instant’s notice, to deal with emergencies.

The Emperor Trigo supported this proposal . . .

We will call for volunteers from the armed forces, for special hazardous duties of a secret nature.























That same day, a notice appeared at the Trigan Air Fleet base. Janno and his fellow-pilots Keren and Roffa were among the first to see it.

What’s this—they want volunteers for a nasty job!

Well, what do you think?

Anything for a change—let’s all put our names down.

A lunar month passed. Early one morning, in the Vorg mountains, an old couple were picking a wild plant greatly esteemed by Trigans.

Later, they sold the plant—called forus—in the market place of Trigan City.

Lovely forus, fresh this morning!

A clerk in the City Treasurer’s Office, name of Sollum, cooked some for his morning meal.

They smell fine! I bet old Jarros in the flat upstairs will wish he was joining me.

Some time later, Jarros from the flat upstairs called in to see his neighbour—and received the shock of his life!

Are you there, Sollum, old fellow?

Sollum! What are you doing?

No! Aaaaaaghh!

This instalment was originally published in Look and Learn issue no. 748 on 15 May 1976.