The Food of the Gods (continued . . .)




You can’t go in there ! The next instant . . . Aaaaaaaaagggh ! The commander of the outpost was still in bed. He was rudely awakened when his door was kicked open. By all the demons of Daveli ! Get up . . . or perish where you lie. Later, back at Trigan City Army Headquarters. Outpost seven haven’t reported-in this morning, Sir. Can’t get any reply out of them. Get me Air Fleet operations room . . . emergency ! The Emperor’s nephew, Janno, was a duty pilot that fateful morning. Get airborne ! Fly to outpost seven ! Land and report the situation there ! Acknowledged.
It was a short ultra-sonic hop to the clearing in the forest of Vorg where the outpost lay. The place looks perfectly normal from here. He landed and climbed out of his craft—to be immediately surrounded. What are you lads doing here ? The outpost is ours. We have— eliminated the garrison. You, however, can be of some use to us. Later that morning, Janno’s fighting-craft came in for touch-down at its base. Here comes Janno. Now we’ll find out why he hasn’t reported-in about the situation at outpost seven. At the last moment, the fighting-craft turned sharply . . . What’s Janno doing ? . . . and dived to the attack !

This instalment was originally published in Look and Learn issue no. 663 on 28 September 1974.

 

The Secret Assassin




In the translucent depths of the sea off Tharv, a lone hunter was closing with his prey. All at once, the hunter found himself —the hunted ! Knocked unconscious by a shock-projectile, the victim was connected to a grab . . . And lifted aboard a waiting sea-craft. Later, when he had recovered consciousness . . . See here, you—whoever you are ! Who I am is of no importance to you ! I apologise for interrupting your sport, but I have need of your very special services. Who do you want me to kill— and for how much ? The Emperor Trigo ! For half a million thullars ! Cash in advance !

This instalment was originally published in Look and Learn issue no. 653 on 20 July 1974.