The day started and he felt just the same as all the rest he had
dragged himself through working at the City of London V.A.T. office.
Dull and drab, he seemed to be getting sucked deeper and deeper into
his new found role tied to a desk, drinking coffee and prodding away
carelessly at his overused typewriter. Gone were the exciting times as
a Customs Officer. A victim of his own success, his promotion through
the ranks had been swift and decisive. How he longed for the good
old days. The days when being a young rookie surviving on his senses
gave him a buzz as well as an unprecedented reputation amongst the
arms dealers he thwarted, in the most hostile of conditions many
He was coming into work on the London Tube just like any other
day. Still not used to the formal dress of a collar and tie, he fumbled
at the knot with some annoyance, trying to straighten it out and at
least look the part of his new found promotion. This doesnít last long
as he notices a suspicious looking person sitting opposite him
clutching a briefcase close to his chest. His old talents have not
deserted him as he races all the statistics through his head for old
times sake. He looks at the strange manís height, weight, appearance,
eyes, briefcase, sweaty palms and very nervous expression. Before
long it becomes apparent that this dubious looking fellow passenger
really doesnít fit his desired projected image as the Customs Officer
churns thought after thought around in his mind. These thoughts
soon turn to suspicions.
"I know that man", he thinks aloud; "Iíve seen him somewhere
before." But where? What country was it? Who was he working for?
As the train pulls into the station, the strange person senses that
there are more to the Customs Officers stares than just general eye
contact made during every day public travel. He makes a bolt for the
doors. Almost simultaneously, the Officer makes a desperate attempt
to grab the man, but only succeeds in grabbing the briefcase with
both hands. The tussle that followed bore little resemblance to what
he was used to in the early days, and he seemed somewhat
disappointed when the strange man, failing desperately in his attempt
to keep his possession, finally let go of the case and fled down the
busy platform. He was psyched up, heart pounding in annoyance that
he couldnít get the man as well as his wares. However, his stomach
felt good, inside he knew he hadnít lost it and was quietly proud of
the way he had foiled some kind of impending transaction by acting
on a gut impulse like he used to.
Hurriedly taking the case to his office for closer inspection, he
couldnít stop thinking about that man and where he had seen him
before and what tíhe hell he was doing in this country.
He finally manages to force the case open to reveal his prize.
Finding a set of unmarked floppy disks, he loads them into his trusty
PC and goes about the task of unravelling their contents to extract
the information housed on them. Something had scared the living
daylights out of the caseís carrier, and it wasnít long before he began
to work out why. He spent hour after hour at his desk, scribbling
notes and stopping occasionally to gasp in awe at the information that
was being fed to him. This was amazing, and a phenomenal piece of
luck that he himself had stumbled upon these floppy discs.
On and on the discs spilled out their sinister contents, the Customs
Officer couldnít believe what he was seeing. This was all the details of
"Operation Underdog". An operation that had long been rumoured to
be in existence, and that was all the government knew. Until now that
"Operation Underdog" is headed by a bloodthirsty terrorist known
only by his codename "Dominator".
Dominator has located all the Western stockpiles of military arms in
Third World countries friendly to the United Nations. These stockpiles
consist of the latest advanced weapons and ammunition, and have
been hidden in these countries for use by Western forces in the event
of war breaking out with neighbouring hostile countries.
The floppy discs also gave the names and locations of all the
Dominatorís "agents" within these Third World countries. Those
agents who were waiting for the order to become active. Their orders
were clear enough. They must take over the various arms stock piles
with their terrorist armies and bring the advanced weaponry to the
Dominatorís headquarters in the respective host nations.
The Customs Officer wouldnít speak. He knew now that the orders
had been given and the agents were about to take on their vile
missions. The simple truth was frighteningly clear. If the Dominator
succeeds, war would be imminent.
He rocks back on his chair, eyes glazed with horror as a strange
numbness takes over his body. For a moment he canít even draw on
the ever present cigarette that has stained his fingers. He looks to the
ceiling with a vacant expression, through the swirling smoke patterns
that hang above him just as ominously as the information he has just
He now knew the man he grabbed the case from, a "middle man"
who worked for arms dealers in Thailand, who had pleaded "Not
Guilty" to a number of allegations put before him when the two had
met in rather more unsavoury conditions.
Almost immediately his office, the newly varnished desk, the filing
cabinets, all seemed a million miles away from where his gut told him
he had to be. His various promotions and steps up the corporate
ladder were all a direct result of his excellence at infiltrating arms
deals and drug rings. Nobody had risen so high, so quickly within the
government circles, and so, it would seem, nobody can be as qualified
to stop the once only rumoured "Operation Underdog".
Reaching for his battered raincoat and umbrella, symbols of his
boring new lifestyle, the Customs Officer was making tracks to see his
superiors. A new found eagerness accompanied each step as he
approached the door of the doddery old Government gents who ran
the department. He smiled, he knew they would have no choice but to
put him in control of "Operation Underdog". This was where he
should be and where he wanted to be.
Immediate plans were made for him and his mission. His sports car
received the newest kind of "service", as a variety of weapons were
added to it as well as a "Turbo Charge" incorporated into the engine.
His mission across the hazardous countries, Saudi Arabia, Iraq,
Thailand, South Africa, etc, will give the Customs Officer plenty of
time to weigh up the odds.
"Should he have stayed at his desk?"
"Should he have followed his instincts on the train?"
"Should he have read the floppy disks?"
These negative thoughts were brushed aside with chilling excitement.
"Millions would die in the event of war."
He was ready, his mission was plotted out before him and his
objectives made very clear. This was, after all, what he wanted. Tense
inside, his stomach told him how dangerous this would be, but his
head told him:
"Itís my job!!!"
NOTE: FOR COMMODORE C64 COMPUTER OWNERS, THE CARTRIDGE SLOT
IS LOCATED AT THE REAR RIGHT SIDE OF THE MACHINE.
1. Turn on the TV or monitor.
2. Make sure the games system/computer is turned OFF (check the
ON/OFF switch on the right side of the console). There must be
nothing on the TV or monitor.
3. With the label of the games cartridge facing you, insert the
cartridge into the slot on the top of the console. Make sure it is
not crooked and fits snugly in the slot.
4. Turn the games system ON.
CASSETTE AND DISK
Set up your computer system as detailed in your user manual.
Ensure that all non essential peripherals - such as cartridges, printers,
etc. are disconnected. Failure to do so may cause loading difficulties.
If you are using your Commodore C64/128 with the CASSETTE
version of Turbo Charge connect your data cassette player and switch
your computer and TV/Monitor on. C128 owners should now select
C64 mode by typing GO64, pressing Return, then Y, then Return
Insert the Turbo Charge cassette into the data cassette player,
ensuring that it is fully rewound.
Hold down the Shift and Run/Stop keys on the computer together.
Then press the Play key on the data cassette player. The game should
Refer to the multi-load instructions section of this handbook.
If you are using your Commodore C64/128 with the disk version of
Turbo Charge connect your disk drive to your computer and switch
the disk drive, computer and TV/Monitor on. C128 owners should
now select C64 mode by typing G064, pressing Return, then Y, then
Insert the Turbo Charge disk into the disk drive, label side up. Now
type LOAD"*",8,1 and hit Return. The game should then load.
Refer to the multi-load instructions section below.