The Recruit (CHERUB)
Robert Muchamore
Language: English
Pages: 352
ISBN: 1442413603
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
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 exceptionally dangerous job, but these agents have one crucial advantage: adults never suspect that teens are spying on them.
James is the latest CHERUB recruit. He’s a bit of a troublemaker, but he’s also brilliant. And CHERUB needs him. James has no idea what to expect, but he’s out of options. Before he can start in the field he must first survive one hundred grueling days of basic training, where even the toughest recruits don’t make it to the end....
water.” “You said you’d catch me,” James said. He tried to sound angry, but he let out a big sob in the middle of the sentence. “Why are you upset? You did really well.” “I’m never gonna learn to swim,” James said. “I know it’s stupid, but I’m scared of water. My nine-year-old sister can swim, but I’m too scared.” “Calm down, James. It’s my fault. I wouldn’t have asked you to do that if I’d known you were so frightened.” Amy took James back to the shallow end. They sat with their feet
basic training. James realized he was going to be at a big disadvantage to trainees who had spent years in a red shirt. Mo was another veteran, three days past his tenth birthday. A policeman had found him abandoned at Heathrow Airport when he was four. Mo’s parents were never found. Mo always jiggled his bony arms like he was trying to swat flies off himself. Three and four were Connor and Callum, the twins James had met on the running track a few days earlier. James had had a few
concrete, no mud.” “OK,” Kerry said. “I’m trying to get stuff to start a fire.” James ran back and forth, stripping off branches and wedging them against the side of the bridge. Kerry dunked her hand in a bag and hit a mix of food slops and muddy rags used for boot cleaning. She sniffed her hand and couldn’t believe she was touching all this nasty stuff. She threw anything that was dry and would burn into an empty bin. Kerry tore the bags up, covered her feet in the boot-cleaning rags, and
beat you until you scream for mercy. Then I’ll beat you some more.” “Deal,” James said, hoping she was joking. “It’s what I deserve for getting us into this mess.” • • • Mr. Speaks stuck his head inside the shelter. It was starting to get light. The fire was burned out. James and Kerry were asleep with their arms around each other. “Wake up,” Speaks said. James and Kerry rustled to life in their plastic suits. Kerry had said it was best not to go to sleep; better to stay alert and not get
the van and turned his torch on James. “Boy,” the policeman shouted to James, “get out of there now!” James put his bottoms and boots on with his free arm and stepped out. Fort Harmony was ablaze with flashing blue lights and torch beams. Police in riot gear were dragging everyone out of their huts. Kids were crying. Residents and police shouted at each other. The policemen knocked James against the van beside Clark. “Anyone else in there?” one policeman shouted. “My little brother,” Clark