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.
