MAD MAX 	(A serial)
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		PART ONE: "BYE BYE, GEORGE"
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	The warden leaned across his desk, cleared his throat, and
looked up at the man standing before him. "Well, Max, you've
paid your debt to society. I hope you've given some serious
thought to your future and that you're ready to make some worth-
while contributions to the world. You'll find that it has changed
quite a bit in ten years, but all the old temptations are still
there. You must have confidence in your ability to overcome them.
I trust we won't have occasion to meet again under these circum-
stances. Goodbye, Max, and good luck."
	Max.nodded and left the office.

	George flicked on the radio before he settled into his easy
chair with a cup of coffee. He put his feet up on the coffee
table. The radio came on. He had missed about half of the news
already. 
	"And on the local scene, Max Schlepper, commonly referred to
as Mad Max, the man who threatened Bigcity with destruction ten
vears ago, has just been released from Brockhurst penitentiary
on parole. Although many believe that this move was a serious
mistake, the warden of Brockhurst, T.J. Harnor, assured newsmen
this afternoon that Schlepper is campletely reformed and has
worked hard over the past years for a better life on the outside.
	We'll be back with the baseball scores after this word from
our sponsor..."
	He changed the station. As he listened to the soothing
music on radio station S.O.F.T. he began to wonder about the news
report. MaX Schlepper reformed? He remembered the diabolical
plot of ten years ago when Max had almost succeeded in wiping
out the whole city. George, then a cub reporter, had stumbled
onto the plot and had stopped Max in what had turned out to be
the nick of time. As a result, Max had gone to prison swearing
to get even with George. Now George found himself worrying.
Even if it was true, even if Max had turned over a new leaf, perhaps
he would still bear a grudge against the man who had taken ten
years out of his life. And if he was the same old Max? George
didn't want to think about that. It would be a job for the law.
He sank down into the chair, sipping the hot coffee, and soon
began to doze.
	A dark figure lurked outside the living room window. He
peered in silently and saw George slouched in his chair, being
lulled to sleep by the soft music. He waited. The cup soon
dropped from George!s limp fingers, empty. The man outside
still waited. The music was now accompanied by a soft snore.
The stranger listened and made his move. Reaching out, he eased
the window open until there was enough room for a man to climb
through, even the largest and most powerful of men.
One leg, a head, then the other leg came through. In a min-
ute the whole man was standing there, towering a full six feet
seven inches. His muscular frame blocked any light that other-
wise might have penetrated the window. Beneath his bushy eye-
brows were small, alert eyes. He scowled as he stood there, watching