The Killing (CHERUB)
Robert Muchamore
Language: English
Pages: 336
ISBN: 1442413638
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
As a teen special agent, James is used to going undercover. But he’s not used to playing dead…. This action-packed CHERUB novel features an edgy new look!
CHERUB agents are highly trained, extremely talented—and all under the age of seventeen. For official purposes, these agents do not exist. They are sent out on missions to spy on terrorists, hack into crucial documents, and gather intel on global threats—all without gadgets or weapons. It is an extremely dangerous job, but these agents have one crucial advantage: Adults never suspect that teens are spying on them.
In The Killing, James is assigned to what looks like a routine mission. Leon is a small-time crook with big money. James’s job is to make nice with Leon’s kids, dig up some leads, and infiltrate his home. But when James suddenly unravels a much larger plot, the mission becomes anything but ordinary. Unfortunately, the only person who might know the truth is a reclusive eighteen-year-old boy—who happens to have died more than a year ago.
he could hear her TV. “Yo.” James grinned as he poked his head inside the door. “How was the punishment run?” Kerry was sitting on her bed in a dressing gown. She paused her DVD recorder and shrugged. “Oh, it was great fun. You can imagine what sort of mood Large was in after you’d all upset him.” “Me and Dana went and spoke to the Chairman about the way he’s bullying Lauren. He said he’s gonna speak to Mr. Pike and Mr. Large about what happened.” Kerry smiled. “I’ve heard that Mr. Large has
eleven-year-old kid.” Millie put her hands over her mouth. “Oh my God.” She smiled. “James, how could you? And you’re so sweet with Joshua.” James felt awkward and dumb, even though he realized Millie was trying to be nice. “So, like I said,” Zara interrupted, “young James has some very good mission experience, but right now he’s down in the dumps. His friends have all given him the boot. He’s lost his summer holiday and the only way he’ll get out of cleaning duty is if I send him on a
remembered something as obvious as his postcode. And now he thought about it, Hannah had said hers thirty seconds earlier and it was probably identical. “Get over here,” Patel said wearily as he pulled a set of handcuffs off his belt. “And you’d better not start mouthing me. I’m not in the mood.” James stepped forward and held out his wrists. Patel snapped on the cuffs and read James his rights in a monotone as they walked to a police car parked on the double yellow lines outside the gate.
July of last year. There are eighty-six all together, but we estimate Leon needed to make over two hundred thousand pounds to pay off his debts and buy the second pub. That rules out all but four cases.” “So, is Leon a likely suspect in any of them?” Millie shook her head. “We don’t think so. In three of the four big robberies the serious crime squad has a good idea who the suspects are, but don’t yet have enough evidence to make arrests. The final robbery was of a security truck taking three
my A-level results,” Dave explained. “My handler says I still look young enough to stay on at CHERUB for another year before I start university, but I reckon I might go off traveling instead. I fancy seeing Thailand and Australia and stuff.” James grinned. “Cool.” Dave turned the page of his newspaper and gasped, “Sweet! Imagine waking up next to a set of those.” James scooted around the table to look at the picture of a topless model sitting on a soccer ball. “Legs are too skinny.” He