Officially there was no war. Yet men were dying, planes were battling, and the struggle for the conquest of space was going on day and night on a life-or-death basis. For it was common - though unpublicized - knowledge that when one of the two great powers got into a position to strike a total blow without risk, the Cold War would be over.
Now the Russian space lead had taken a fatal turn - they had three controlled H-Bomb Sputniks circling the Earth ready to drop when and where they wished.
America could be wiped out in a matter of minutes, unless those BOMBS IN ORBIT could be disarmed. There was only one way to do that. Send men up in a satellite of our own to pull the Red fangs.
The story of that attempt, one of the most tensely exciting air-space adventures of the very near future, is a novel that cannot be put down until the last taut page.