The Dealer: Mission 2 (Cherub Series)

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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 critical advantage: adults never suspect that teens are spying on them.

In THE DEALER James is on his most daring mission yet: to smack ...

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Overview

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 critical advantage: adults never suspect that teens are spying on them.

In THE DEALER James is on his most daring mission yet: to smack down the world's most powerful drug lord. It means hitting the streets, where the dealers work. It's a vicious business. But James is going to take it down...from the top.

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Editorial Reviews

Children's Literature - Shirley Nelson
CHERUB's are orphans who have been recruited by British Intelligence to assist in cases. They are trained and taught on the CHERUB campus where their rank is designated by tee-shirt colors. These young people become quite close with staff and each other as the campus represents family. Twelve-year old James Adams has just been selected for his first mission. He, along with three others, will live with an agent couple and their child to pose as a family. The young teens are challenged with making friends with the children of a major drug dealer and perhaps assist in his arrest. At first this seems quite easy, but it is harder than James thinks. To befriend the dealer's son, he must shoplift to gain trust. Then James works as a drug delivery boy. Illegal drugs become readily available and one of the CHERUBS must leave the mission when she uses some of them. James goes into the mission quite arrogantly, but quickly learns the importance of good friends. As the team works the mission, they fall into dangerous situations and make difficult decisions. The Dealer is the second mission in the "CHERUB" series, one that will be enjoyed by fans of action/spy thrillers. Reviewer: Shirley Nelson
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781442413610
  • Publisher: Simon Pulse
  • Publication date: 8/23/2011
  • Series: Cherub Series , #2
  • Edition description: Reprint
  • Pages: 336
  • Sales rank: 66,412
  • Age range: 12 - 17 Years
  • Product dimensions: 5.36 (w) x 8.30 (h) x 0.86 (d)

Meet the Author

Robert Muchamore was born in London in 1972 and used to work as a private investigator. CHERUB is his first series and is published in more than twenty countries. For more on the series, check out CherubCampus.com/usa.

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The Dealer


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. “I’m wiped.”

If James had wrung out his T-shirt, he could have filled a mug with sweat.

“I’m a year younger than you,” Bruce said impatiently. “You should be the one pushing me. It’s that gut you’re carrying.”

James looked down at himself. “Give over, I’m hardly fat.”

“Not exactly thin either. You’re gonna get crucified at your next medical. They’ll put you on a diet and make you run all that off.”

James straightened up and drank some water from his canteen.

“It’s not my fault, Bruce. It’s 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. That’s not genetic, that’s being a pig.”

“We can’t all have little stick-insect bodies like you,” James said, bitterly. “Are you ready?”

“We might as well check the map now we’ve 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. “It’s less than half a kilometer away.”

“It’s really steep,” James said, “and the ground crumbles around here. It’s 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 we’d 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 hadn’t rained on the island for two months. There’d been bush fires in the east. When the sky was clear, you could see the plumes of smoke.

James’s 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 Bruce’s arm.

“How’d you do that?”

Bruce shrugged. “Somewhere coming up the hill. I didn’t realize until we stopped.”

“I’d 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 Bruce’s 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 you’ve 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 didn’t spend the entire three days trying to get off with Susan Kaplan.”

“It’s a pity she had a boyfriend.”

“Susan doesn’t have a boyfriend,” Bruce said. “She was just trying to get rid of you.”

“Oh,” James said, crushed. “I thought she liked me.”

Bruce didn’t answer. He was biting down on the strap of his backpack. He didn’t 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 Bruce’s fingers.

“All done,” James said. “Are you all right to carry on?”

“We can’t turn back after going this far.”

“You rest for a minute,” James said. “I’ll sneak up to the fence and check out the security.”

“Watch out for video cameras,” Bruce said. “They’ll 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 doesn’t 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 God’s sake. What’s the matter?”

“I just dragged my knee through a colossal pile of dog crap.”

Bruce couldn’t help smiling. James looked set to puke.

“This is bad,” Bruce said.

“Tell me about it. I’ve 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 I’m extremely pissed off.”

“It also means there’s a massive dog around here.”

The thought focused James’s 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.

“Who’s a nice doggy-woggy?” Bruce asked.

“Bruce, I don’t think it’s gonna roll over and let you tickle its tummy.”

“Well, what’s your plan?”

“Don’t show it any fear,” James quaked. “We’ll stare it down. It’s probably as scared of us as we are of it.”

“Yeah,” Bruce said. “You can tell. The poor thing’s 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. “I’ll 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 dog’s 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. He’d thought nothing could ever be scarier, but this had the edge.

A bolt clicked behind James’s 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. They’d 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.

“That’s so gross,” Bruce said. “At least it’s not on your clothes.”

“Have you checked all the rooms out?”

Bruce shook his head. “I thought I’d make sure you weren’t being eaten first, even if it meant we got caught.”

“Fair play,” James said.

They worked their way across the ground floor, creeping up to each door and checking out the rooms. The villa looked lived-in. There were cigarette butts in ashtrays and dirty mugs. There was a Mercedes in the garage. Bruce pocketed the keys.

“There’s our getaway vehicle,” he said.

There was no sign of life on the ground floor, which made the staircase likely to be some sort of trap. They stepped up gingerly, expecting someone to burst onto the landing pointing a gun at them.

There were three bedrooms and a bathroom on the second floor. The two hostages were in the master bedroom. The eight-year-olds, Jake and Laura, were tied to a bedpost, with gags over their mouths. They wore grubby T-shirts and shorts.

James and Bruce pulled the hunting knives off their belts and cut the kids loose. There was no time for greetings.

“Laura,” James barked. “When did you last see the bad guys? Have you got any idea where they might be?”

Laura was red-faced and seemed listless.

“I dunno,” she shrugged. “But I’m busting to pee.”

Laura and Jake knew nothing about anything. Bruce and James had been expecting a battle to get at them. This was far too easy.

“We’re taking you to the car,” James said.

Laura started limping towards the bathroom. Her ankle was strapped up.

“We don’t have time for toilet breaks,” James gasped. “They’ve got guns and we haven’t.”

“I’m gonna wet my knickers in a minute,” Laura said, bolting herself inside the en-suite bathroom.

James was furious. “Well, make it snappy.”

“I need to go too,” Jake said.

Bruce shook his head. “I don’t want you disappearing. You can pee in the corner of the garage while I start the car.”

He led Jake downstairs. James waited half a minute before thumping on the bathroom door.

“Laura, come on. What the hell is taking you so long?”

“I’m washing my hands,” Laura said. “I couldn’t find any soap.”

James couldn’t believe it.

“For the love of God,” he shouted, hammering his fist on the bolted door. “We’ve got to get out of here.”

Laura eventually hobbled out of the bathroom. James scooped her over his shoulder and sprinted downstairs to the garage. Bruce sat at the steering wheel inside the car. Laura slid onto the backseat next to Jake.

“It’s kaput,” Bruce shouted, getting out of the car and kicking the front wing. “The key goes in but it won’t turn. It’s showing a full tank of petrol. I don’t know what’s wrong with it.”

“It’s been sabotaged,” James yelled back. “I bet you any money this is a trap.”

Bruce looked awkward as the realization dawned.

“You’re right. Let’s get out of here.”

James leaned inside the Mercedes.

“Sorry you two,” he said, looking at Jake and Laura. “Looks like we’ve got to make a run for it.”

But it was too late. James heard the noise, but only turned around in time to see the gun pointing at him. Bruce screamed out, as James felt two rounds smash into his chest. The pain knocked the air out of his lungs. He stumbled backwards, watching bright red streaks dribbling down his T-shirt.

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  • Posted October 21, 2010

    Clarification

    Just so you know, this was originally published with the title of "Class A".

    AWESOME BOOK

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 4, 2014

    this book was pretty good but give a little bit more romance

    this book was pretty good but give a little bit more romance

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 12, 2013

    this book is defanitly worth yourtime. It is a fast paced action

    this book is defanitly worth yourtime. It is a fast paced action with a good story line.

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  • Posted May 30, 2012

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    The Dealer is the second in the Cherub series and I enjoyed it

    The Dealer is the second in the Cherub series and I enjoyed it just as much the first book, The Recruit. The protagonists are teens trained by MI5 to work as spies, infiltrating businesses and helping the adult spies take down the bad guys. Along with the action and adventure, there is teen behavior such as a bit of romance (real and imagined) and poor choices which lead to danger. This title follows four Cherubs as they work to gather information about a drug lord and to do so, the teens allow themselves to be recruited by the drug lord to be couriers. Unfortunately, one Cherub takes drugs and is thus dismissed from the team and another teen who is tempted by drugs. An exciting book which will draw in both girls and boys, particularly those who enjoyed the Alex Rider series. Thanks to Puget Sound Council for this review copy.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 18, 2011

    Thrilling,Action Packed, as good as the first!

    Robert Muchamore delivers another thrilling, and action packed story, where James and his friends are sent out on a life-risking mission, stopping a huge drug lord. This book keeps you reading from the start. I read it in a few hours! Could not stop! Defiantly read the first book, this book, and all the other one in the series!

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  • Posted January 8, 2011

    Another series for those who loved Alex Rider

    This is the secound in the series..a new title .Loved the first two so much I went overseas to get paperbacks to continue [ hate paperbacks ] and plan to repurchase as the titles are republished.

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  • Posted July 26, 2009

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    Thrilling

    This book is a thriller about a young boy about 13 years old who is involved with an organization known as CHERUB. He is a spy among others who in this particular book he is investigating a drug dealer who sends cocaine by kids on bikes gram by gram. His mission? To shut down the whole drug organization by gathering information through his son. It is a particularly good book for those who like spys and Intelligence organizations like MI5 which CHERUB is part of. On a scale of 1 to 10 I would say this is about 7. I honestly don't think its better than others in the series.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 12, 2008

    Cool

    this book was really interesting and faced-paced, it rocked

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 18, 2007

    Viktor

    awesome book, just like the first one. very good book to read for teens who love reading.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 26, 2007

    Awesome!!!!!!!

    This was one of the best books I've ever read. I would recommend this book to anyone who enjoys adventure and thrillers. This book was awesome. Everyone should read it. ENJOY!!!!!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 13, 2006

    Great book

    following in the foot steps of the previous book, this one does not let the reader down. Following James through his current CHERUB mission was very exciting and exhilerating.

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