The cobra raised its sinister head and fixed Lieutenant Bob Morton with a hypnotic stare. Sweat broke out on his brow and his mouth became dry. He knew he dare not move a single muscle.

Once before this had happened to Bob —when he was only a boy. It had come back to him many times since then as a nightmare, but now here it was actually happening again. Was this the time for him to die?

Story: CG Walker

Art: CT Rigby

Cover: Ian Kennedy