Ludwig Böhm - The Revenge Of The Hitmons

"Kuuti, Kuuti!" She cried. Maggie quickly understood what Hitmon wanted to say. She reached for a thick branch that was lying on the floor and said,

"I will set you free."

With all the strength of her body, she pressed the branches with the help of the thick branch. Kuti already jumped into her arms. Maggie picked up the little hitmon and asked:

"Well, are you feeling better now?"

A faint grunt let the Hitmon hear from him and nestled in Maggie's arms. At that time, the girl could not yet guess that the Hitmon was now almost always a companion. No matter where she went, Kuti stayed by her side. Maggie did not know yet what the Hitmon would like to eat, but very soon she had noticed that she liked to eat leaves.

Even now in the Coya League, which was regarded as the greatest and most difficult, Kuti sat in Maggie's arms.

Expectantly and his victory surely, Tom followed the whole ceremony.

Tom did not have much time, because he still had to fight against Martin Gordon. Gordon was the heavy businessman and had the intention to subdue the world. His latest method could have shaken the whole earth if one had learned of it. Professor Tracy, who was both a brilliant physicist and a hitmons expert, had recently commissioned Tom to dig Gordon's camp. Though Tom had other worries, he did so and discovered some of the details that he wanted to tell Professor Tracy.

As Tom had learned, Gordon had four French hydrogen bombs built, with which he wanted to extort all the powers of the world, and then to get himself into power.

But Tom and Rauruk should succeed in thwarting this plan. At that moment Tom remembered the individual events:

He and Rauruk were only a week before with Professor Tracy, the Hitmons scientist. Tom told him about his latest knowledge.

"And you're sure there are hydrogen bombs?" The professor asked.

"There are some," Tom replied excitedly. "And I also know they should start next week and where. One flies to England, one to Russia, and the others are supposed to hit somewhere in America. That's all I've figured out. "

"Then I need the targets of the other two missiles and their target vectors," said Tracy. "But the four of them. Only then can I decipher the code and direct the rockets into space, where they can not do any harm. That means you have to pay two visits to the stadium and it will not be easy. "

"But they have dogs," cried Rauruk. "They smell us."

Professor Tracy grinned. "Not necessarily." He went to a closet and opened the glass door. From this he took a bottle with a green liquid.

"This bottle contains an extract of certain plants," the professor explained. "When you drink it, the body gives off a strong plant odor that can cover the body. Unfortunately I have to say that it can drink only hitmons. For humans it is poisonous, but not bad, it only provokes diarrhea, but I get that also still under the handle. So Rauruk must go to the headquarters and the data alone. "

Tom looked at his hitmons.

"Do you think you can do it?" He asked.

Rauruk hopped with pleasure and shouted:

"Huki, Huki! Of course I can do that! When do I have to drink, and how long does it work? "

"Drink at least an hour before your mission, Rauruk," Professor Tracy explained. "And the effect lasts about 12 hours. At least the tests showed. But first this extract has to be tested on you, then I know more precisely. Are you ready?"

"Huki!" Shouted the little Hitmon.

Two days after the test, Tom and Rauruk had arrived near the headquarters. Rauruk had already taken the extract to himself and crept with his trainer almost to Gordon's fortress.

"There goes, Rauruk!" Tom said softly.

"Huki!" The sweet voice of the brown hitmons. Rauruk was the only hitmon to read and write. He carried a piece of paper and a clerk with him, and sneaked secretly, silently and quietly through the various rooms. You could hear different voices. Rauruk crept under the computer cabinets directly to his goal. An almost endless time elapsed before it had overcome the several hundred meters of creeping, peeking, and waiting. But then it had finally reached an airlock and slipped into it. In the launching center, the individual rockets swung. Unintentionally it reached the folding door to the codes. The number of the rocket and the target course vectors were quickly recorded. Then he slipped to the other rockets and repeated his actions. Silently it crept away from the center. No one had noticed his appearance. It was as quiet as nois to Tom. He had already expected his hitmon.

"Do you have the data?" He asked Rauruk.

"Huki, Huki." Whispered his friend and handed Tom the note. The read:

"Rocket 1: 47-11-23-17. Rocket 2: 42-18-55-12. Rocket 3: 29-63-55-19. Rocket 4: 29-63-59-11. "

He looked up and said softly,

"We have to go to Dr. Tracy. "

As fast as they could, they ran to the Hitmons professor. He had already received her longingly.

"Well, how was it? Have you achieved anything? "

"You can say that!" Tom panted. "Rauruk has the target vectors."

"There!" Cried Little Hitmon, handing Tracy the note. The professor read everything. Then he turned to a door, and cried,

"Miss Howard!"

Immediately afterwards, a picture-beautiful, red-haired young woman appeared in a nurse's clothes. Earlier, she worked in a hospital for Hitmons, but later she had applied to Professor Tracy to continue her scientific education. Tom exclaimed with delight:

"Sister Julie Howard, I do not believe that!"

"Huki, Huki!" Rauruk exclaimed.

"Hello, Tom!" Julie greeted him. "Little surprise, huh?"

"I can tell you," Tom said, astonished. "How do you get here?"

"I stopped at the hospital six months ago to continue my education. And there was Dr. Tracy the best. "She asked,

"You called me, Professor?"

"However," said Dr. Tracy and handed Julie the note. "Can you decipher these coordinates?"

Sister Howard took the document from the scientist and recognized the digits.

"It looks like target vectors for rockets," she said.

"There are some," Tracy said. "What do you see?"

Julie looked more closely at the numbers and the places around them.

"The first double digit determines the continent," she reported. "2 stands for America and 4 for Europe. Specifically in this case: Rockets 1 and 2 are set on American targets and the other two on Europe. The second double number is for the country of the continent. The next two digits show the directional control and the last two digits indicate the exact position. Am I right?"

"They've learned a lot," Tracy said. "And you are right with everything. It now only applies to the last four digits. If we can still decrypt it, we can reprogram the missiles. "

"But you said the whole digits set the target," Tom said.

"The third group is not," the professor recalled. "She is responsible for flight and direction control. And that makes the problem more difficult, because the rockets do not fly in their direct flight to their targets, they are buzzing over countless curves. "

"What for?" Tom asked.

"To deceive any spies," said Tracy. "In the event that someone could thwart this plan, this third group was introduced. But I believe I can decode them. Finding this out will not be easy, because it can take quite a while, but I'm sure I'll make it. And when we first know where they are heading, this is no problem. Stupid is only that the last two digits are encoded. They do not describe the length or latitude, but the last direction of flight. It can take a few days, but I find it out. I'll let you know as soon as I get the results. However, I can not make it over our usual picture radio for security reasons. Because we could be overheard, although the radio is coded and is usually sound-proof. "