The Dealer by Robert Muchamore (English) Hardcover Book

Description: The Dealer by Robert Muchamore James is on his most daring mission yet: to smack down the worlds most powerful drug lord. It means hitting the streets, where the dealers work. Its a vicious business. But James is going to take it down--from the top. FORMAT Hardcover LANGUAGE English CONDITION Brand New Publisher Description CHERUB is an elite intelligence organization that employs agents under the age of seventeen. Because of their age, CHERUB agents have an unparalleled advantage in the realm of espionage: No one would ever suspect teenagers to be agents. Rigorously trained and exceptionally talented, CHERUB agents will stop at nothing to accomplish their missions. James is on his most daring mission yet: to smack down the worlds most powerful drug lord. It means hitting the streets, where the dealers work, and its a vicious business. But James is going to take it down...from the top. Author Biography Robert Muchamore is a private investigator turned young adult author who has penned the Cherub, Rock War, Hendersons Boys, and Robin Hood series. Visit him online at Muchamore.com. Review Quote "...most of the scenes definitely ring true to the show, even some four years later."-- Comic Book Resources Excerpt from Book The Dealer Chapter 1 HEAT Billions of insects fizzed about in the sunset. James and Bruce had given up trying to swat them off. The boys had jogged ten kilometers along a twisted gravel path. It was uphill, heading towards a villa where two eight-year-olds were being held hostage. "Better give us a minute," James huffed, leaning forward and resting his palms against his knees. "Im wiped." If James had wrung out his T-shirt, he could have filled a mug with sweat. "Im a year younger than you," Bruce said impatiently. "You should be the one pushing me. Its that gut youre carrying." James looked down at himself. "Give over, Im hardly fat." "Not exactly thin either. Youre gonna get crucified at your next medical. Theyll put you on a diet and make you run all that off." James straightened up and drank some water from his canteen. "Its not my fault, Bruce. Its genetic. You should have seen the size of my mum before she died." Bruce laughed. "There were three Toffee Crisp and one Snickers wrapper in our bin last night. Thats not genetic, thats being a pig." "We cant all have little stick-insect bodies like you," James said, bitterly. "Are you ready?" "We might as well check the map now weve stopped," Bruce said. "See how far it is to the villa." James got a map out of his pack. Bruce had a GPS clipped on his shorts. The tiny unit told you your exact position anywhere on the planet to within a couple of meters. Bruce transposed the coordinates on to the map and used his finger to trace the winding gravel path towards the villa. "Time to go off road," Bruce said. "Its less than half a kilometer away." "Its really steep," James said, "and the ground crumbles around here. Its gonna be a nightmare." "Well," Bruce said, "unless your plan is to walk up to the front gate of the villa, ring the doorbell, and say, Excuse me love, can we have our hostages back? I think wed better cut into the bushes." Bruce had a point. James gave up trying to fold the map properly and stuffed it in his pack. Bruce led the way into the scrub, the tinder-dry plants crunching under his trainers. It hadnt rained on the island for two months. Thered been bush fires in the east. When the sky was clear, you could see the plumes of smoke. Jamess damp skin soon had a coating of grit. He grabbed on to plants, using them to pull his way up the steep slope. You had to be careful: some plants had barbs, others erupted from the dry ground as soon as you pulled on them, leaving you holding a clump of roots, clutching desperately for something sturdier before you tumbled backwards. When they reached the wire fence around the villa, they backed up a few meters and lay flat on the ground, collecting their thoughts. Bruce was moaning something about his hand. "What are you whinging about?" James asked. Bruce showed James his palm. Even in the half-light, James could see the blood trickling down Bruces arm. "Howd you do that?" Bruce shrugged. "Somewhere coming up the hill. I didnt realize until we stopped." "Id better clean it up for you." James tipped some water out of his canteen, washing away most of the blood. He got a first aid kit out of his pack; then lit a small torch and clamped it between his teeth, so he could see what he was doing while keeping both hands free. A thorn bulged under the webbing between Bruces middle fingers. "Nasty," James said. "Does it hurt?" "What kind of stupid question is that?" Bruce snapped. "Of course it does." "Am I supposed to pull it out?" James asked. "Yes," Bruce said wearily. "Do you ever listen in class? Always remove splinters, unless there is severe and profuse bleeding, or you suspect youve punctured a vein or artery. Then apply disinfectant and a clean dressing or sticking plaster." "You sound like you swallowed the textbook," James said. "I was on the same first aid course as you, James. Only I didnt spend the entire three days trying to get off with Susan Kaplan." "Its a pity she had a boyfriend." "Susan doesnt have a boyfriend," Bruce said. "She was just trying to get rid of you." "Oh," James said, crushed. "I thought she liked me." Bruce didnt answer. He was biting down on the strap of his backpack. He didnt want anyone in the villa to hear if the pain made him scream out. James lined up his tweezers. "Ready?" Bruce nodded. The thorn slid out easily enough. Bruce moaned as a fresh dribble of blood trickled down his hand. James mopped it up, rubbed on antiseptic cream, and wound a bandage tightly between Bruces fingers. "All done," James said. "Are you all right to carry on?" "We cant turn back after going this far." "You rest for a minute," James said. "Ill sneak up to the fence and check out the security." "Watch out for video cameras," Bruce said. "Theyll be expecting us." When James switched off the torch, there was only moonlight left. He shuffled to the fence on his belly. The villa looked impressive: two storys, four-car garage, and a kidney-shaped pool out front. The lawn sprinklers chugged gently, the spouts of water illuminated by the porch lights. There was no sign of any cameras or hi-tech security stuff; just the yellow siren box from a cheapo burglar alarm, which would be switched off while anyone was in the house. James turned back towards Bruce. "Get up here. It doesnt look too serious." James got out his wire cutters and snipped links in the fence until there was a slot big enough to squeeze through. He followed Bruce over the lawn, crawling swiftly towards the house. James felt something squish against his leg. "Oh . . . man," James said, sounding totally revolted. "Jesus." Bruce hushed him up. "Quiet, for Gods sake. Whats the matter?" "I just dragged my knee through a colossal pile of dog crap." Bruce couldnt help smiling. James looked set to puke. "This is bad," Bruce said. "Tell me about it. Ive had it on my shoe before, but this is on my bare skin." "You know what a massive pile of dog mess means?" "Yeah," James said. "It means Im extremely pissed off." "It also means theres a massive dog around here." The thought focused Jamess mind and got him crawling again. They stopped when they got to the wall of the villa, adjacent to a row of French doors. Bruce sat against the wall and checked out the room inside. The light was on. There were leather sofas and a snooker table inside. They tried sliding the French doors, but every one was locked. The keyholes were on the inside, so there was nothing to use their lock guns on. WOOF. The boys snapped their necks around. The mother of all rottweilers stood five meters away. The huge beast had muscles swelling through its shiny black coat and strings of drool hanging off its jaw. "Nice doggy," Bruce said, trying to keep calm. The growling dog moved closer, its black eyes staring them down. "Whos a nice doggy-woggy?" Bruce asked. "Bruce, I dont think its gonna roll over and let you tickle its tummy." "Well, whats your plan?" "Dont show it any fear," James quaked. "Well stare it down. Its probably as scared of us as we are of it." "Yeah," Bruce said. "You can tell. The poor things cacking itself." James began creeping backwards. The dog let out more volcanic barks. A metal hose reel clattered as James backed into it. He considered the reel for a second, before leaning over and unrolling a few meters of plastic hose. The dog was only a couple of steps away. "Bruce, you run off and try to open a door," James gasped. "Ill try fending it off with this pipe." James half hoped the dog would go after Bruce, but it kept its eyes fixed, pacing closer to James until he could feel its damp breath on his legs. "Nice doggy," James said. The rottweiler reared up on its back legs, trying to knock James over. James spun away and the paws squealed down the glass door. James lashed out with the hosepipe. It cracked against the dogs rib cage. The beast made a high-pitched yelp and backed up slightly. James cracked the pipe against the patio tiles, hoping the noise would scare the dog away, but if anything the whipping seemed to have made it crazier. James felt like his guts were going to drop out, imagining how easily the huge animal could rip into his flesh. James had nearly drowned once. Hed thought nothing could ever be scarier, but this had the edge. A bolt clicked behind Jamess head and the French door glided open. "Would Sir care to step inside?" Bruce asked. James threw down the hose and leapt through the opening. Bruce rammed the door shut before the rottweiler made a move. "What took you so long?" James said anxiously, trying to stop his hands from shaking. "Where is everyone?" "No sign," Bruce said. "Which is definitely weird. Theyd have to be deaf not to hear that psycho mutt barking at us." James grabbed one of the curtains and used it to wipe the dog crap off his leg. "Thats so gross," Bruce said. "At least its not on your clothes." "Have Details ISBN1416999418 Author Robert Muchamore Audience Age 12-17 Language English ISBN-10 1416999418 ISBN-13 9781416999416 Media Book Format Hardcover DEWEY FIC Series Number 2 Short Title CHERUB #02 DEALER Year 2010 Publication Date 2010-12-21 Country of Publication United States AU Release Date 2010-12-21 NZ Release Date 2010-12-21 US Release Date 2010-12-21 UK Release Date 2010-12-21 Publisher Simon & Schuster Edition Description Reprint ed. 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