Shipment to Tiranna

Space Patrol! I adventure in the wild vast reaches of space. The ships are daring in the name of interplanetary justice. Travel into the future with files, Cori, Commander-in-Chief of the Space Patrol! From the hot side of Mercury to the outermost moon of the planet Pluto, the Space Patrol is ready for action when trouble strikes.

Most of the time when trouble comes, it bursts forth suddenly in a single calamity or an But other times trouble wears a mask. It hides innocently among columns of figures in technical reports. In either case, it rarely escapes the sharp eye of commandicory.

Right now, in the central office on the man-made planeteres, Lars is completing the third check of a stack of documents with the help of cadet happy. I don't like the looks of it happy. What would a thief do with part of an electronic brain or part of a spaceship vector computer?

And why take the risk of stealing a unit from a factory when it would be easier to steal the whole computer from somebody's space? You know, this is what alarms me at. Every basic industry is affected, particularly those in the complex technology group.

No one plan to suffer the big lot, but nearly all have reported small losses. There must be a whole organization of crooks. Central office, Cori here. Commander, this is Anton Zorba, Assistant Director of the Coordinating Division.

Yes, Mrs. Zorba. Something has come up by, I think, the space patoys you'd know about. It may be quite serious. What is it? It concerns the missing records from our Mars office. I'd like to talk to you in person if you have the time.