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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. "

       "And how do I know?" Tom asked.

       "I'll send you this dice," the professor replied, showing the boy a silver, diced part. "No one knows it. Notice it well. "

       "I do," Tom said resolutely, and left the professor together with Rauruk.

      Two days later Tom was playing the dice. A bicyclist had brought him. He immediately called the professor from a public cell.

       "Do you have it?" He asked.

       "Do you have anything to write?" Dr. Tracy back.

       Tom pulled a clerk and a small block.

       "Ready to go."

       Tracy gave him the numbers and said,

       "Rauruk must hurry." Do you have enough of the means? "

       "There's still a lot left," Tom explained.

       "All right! Good luck!" Tracy.

       Two hours later Tom and Rauruk again at the launching center of the rockets. Tom whispered to his hitmon:

       "Look, you can not, I can not, I can not." "

       "Huki," the hitmons said softly, whispering.

       Time passed and Tom waited while Rauruk crept through the rooms. But this time, more guards were present than last time and a migration was much more difficult. Rauruk could hear some conversation.

       "Why do not we let the rockets go up?" Asked one.

       "Because we stick to our schedule," replied another. "A small deviation can destroy everything." In addition, the rockets have to go through a test run.

       Rauruk guessed what that meant. Now he had to hurry. Silently, he crawled like a shadow between the feet of the board members.

       After a long time, he had arrived at the rockets. Even though people were teeming with it, Rauruk remained unimpressive and switched the target course vectors. About half an hour later he had all gone through and crept them back to his coach.

       "It's done!" He whispered.

       "Nothing like back," Tom ordered, and soon they were home. Maggie and Calvin were already waiting for her.

       "How was it?" Calvin asked.

       "Done!" Tom gave back, panting. "Now it's just waiting."

      Now Tom was sitting in the grandstand, waiting for the beginning. The Arenalite Paul was already known to Tom. A year ago he had lost against him. But now he seemed more confident. Now they came together again.

       "This time I'll get you!" Tom thought and gathered his hitmons. He looked very confident.

       The first question was who had the most hitmons and whether they were well educated. All 250 hitmons showed what they could and had learned. Particularly impressed were the referees from the 42 hitmons of coach Tom Bailey, who gave everything they could. Rauruk gnawed like a beaver a thick tree trunk. The bull hitmon Crusu thundered with his hooves, suggesting an earthquake.

       When all the hitmons went through, the referees came to the evaluation. In the meantime, the struggles between the hitmons should start.

       Shortly afterwards it started. Tom had insisted on the arena to get the last thing. Probably, to spare the powers of his hitmons and put the others out of action.

       The tournament began. Countless hitmons came together and it was not long before Tom was the turn. He greeted Paul with the traditional handshake.

       "I admire your courage and willpower," said the latter. "Are you ready?"

       "Yes!" Tom's firm voice was heard.

       In the meantime, Gordon's rockets started. He looked at everything from his monitors. But then he watched his rockets depart from the pre-calculated courses and drive them all into the sky.

       "There is not." He shouted.

       The rockets kept rocking, each in a different direction. Gordon called his counselor to himself.

       He also appeared immediately. His voice sounded smoky and he looked like rock star Bruce Springsteen.

      It was Gordon's advisor Kimo. His eyes sparkled as Gordon said,

       "The rockets have been reprogrammed."

       "I do not understand that." Kimo came back. "They were programmed to earth targets."

       "Do you understand?" Gordon asked.

       "Unfortunately not," Kimo answered. "There must have been a stranger at work. But who?"

       "I do not know," said Gordon. "But when I think about it, it can only have been Tom Bailey and his Rauruk."

       "This is impossible," Kimo replied. "If they had been here, then the dogs would have attacked at once."

       "Suppose only Rauruk was here," said Gordon. "Would that be absurd?"

       "Maybe not," Kimo admitted. "But the dogs would have had to smell him too."

       Meanwhile, Gordon had watched the monitors and continued,

       "And yet the villain has been here. I can feel it formally. He sent his rauruk here and deceived the dogs. "

       "But how should he have deceived the dogs?" Kimo asked. "This is completely illogical. The dogs would certainly have thundered him. "

      "And if this professor has developed a serum that somehow switches off the body odor," Gordon guessed

       "Nonsense, there's no such thing," Kimo replied. "There was no one here. Perhaps only a misfire was the fault of the flight. "

       "On all four rockets at the same time?" Gordon asked. "Perhaps it would have been better if we had checked the target vectors again."

       "But who should have changed her?" Kimo wanted to know.

       "I do not know," said Gordon. "But I could imagine that someone has turned on it. Everyone separates us from our people. I know that. Besides, I would have noticed something. "

       "Then it's just the fact that you're a man," Kimo said. "But how could he have done that? The dogs had barked like crazy and attacked the intruder. "

       "And if it was one of us?" Gordon asked. "That would be more possible. What do you mean, Kimo?

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