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In this action-packed CHERUB novel, two siblings on separate special agent missions both end up in deadly danger.
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 Fall, when an MI5 operation goes disastrously wrong, James needs all of his skills to get out of Russia alive. Meanwhile, Lauren is on her first solo mission, trying to uncover a brutal human trafficking operation. And when James does get home, he finds that his nightmare is just beginning...
- Sales Rank: #115239 in Books
- Published on: 2014-04-01
- Released on: 2014-04-01
- Original language: English
- Number of items: 1
- Dimensions: 8.25" h x .90" w x 5.50" l, .65 pounds
- Binding: Paperback
- 368 pages
Review
Praise for books in the CHERUB series: 'Punchy, exciting, glamorous and, what's more, you'll completely wish it was true.' Sunday Express 'Crackling tension and high-octane drama.' Daily Mail 'A really good book that you could re-read over and over again.' Guardian 'Pacy writing, punchy dialogue and a gripping plot, it's got it all.' Daily Express 'Fast-moving action ... and cool gadgets!' The Times
About 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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Fall
CHAPTER 1 RUSSIA
Aero City is located in a rural area three hundred kilometers northwest of Moscow. Built in the Soviet era, the town was a major center for aviation research and many of Russia’s civil airliners, military transport aircraft, and guided missiles were built within its giant factories.
In 1994 the government announced plans to sell the whole of Russian industry under a scheme known as “mass privatization.” The process was riddled with corruption and many of Russia’s most valuable assets fell into the hands of a small group of men and women who became known as “the oligarchs.”
One such man was Denis Obidin, who used his position as a junior bank official to fraudulently lend large sums of money to his own wife and parents. Obidin then used the cash to buy up shares that the government had given to factory workers who had no idea of their true worth. By 1996, he owned a slice of the Russian aerospace industry that was thought to be worth more than $800 million.
Today, Obidin not only controls all of the factories and most of the land and property in Aero City, but has had himself appointed mayor in a rigged election. When a local police chief announced plans to investigate corruption within Obidin’s administration, the officer was found dead in his apartment and Obidin put his brother Vladimir in charge of law enforcement.
Obidin initially laid out grand plans to design and build a modern Russian airliner that could compete with Boeing and Airbus, but his reputation for corruption scared off foreign investors and no airline will purchase aircraft from a company with a shady past and an uncertain future.
After a series of layoffs, the unemployment rate in Aero City exceeds 80 percent. Obidin’s one remaining factory produces a small number of missiles for the Russian military and upgrades elderly Russian airliners by fitting efficient British jet engines. But with the Russian military slashing its budgets and airlines steadily replacing their fleets with Western aircraft, this work is drying up.
Obidin has given up hope of raising the billions needed for his airliner project and put out word to international weapons dealers that everything is for sale. For the right price, a visitor to Aero City can purchase anything from a batch of rocket fuel or blueprints for a missile guidance system, all the way up to a truckload of anti-ship missiles capable of sinking an American aircraft carrier.
(Excerpt from a classified mission briefing for James Adams, August 2006)
Denis Obidin’s luxury home had featured in glossy magazines both in Russia and across northern Europe. The rambling wooden structure was three stories high, with eight bedrooms, a ballroom where Obidin’s wife hosted parties, and an eighty-meter spire at one end. The spire was topped off with a rotating platform and a retractable dome that would occasionally be opened to reveal a large telescope.
Denis claimed to love astronomy, but everyone knew that the tower was really a sniper post. Wealthy Russians were often targeted by kidnappers, and the sniper was a last line of defense against anyone who managed to breach the electrified perimeter, avoid the guard dogs, and make it past the machine-gun-toting guards who patrolled the compound.
The huge double-glazed windows in Denis Obidin’s library looked out over an expanse of forest. The leaves were autumnal and the ground was dusted with snow. A romantic might have found it beautiful, but James Adams could only see cold.
It was warm inside the Obidins’ house, with its under-floor heating and a gas generator buried beneath the garage, but the rest of Aero City got its electricity from a decrepit nuclear power station five hundred kilometers away and suffered regular outages. After a month living in Aero City, James had concluded that the only thing in the world worse than school was a school where you spent the entire day wearing fingerless gloves and watching your classmates’ breath curling up toward the ceiling.
“It’s snowing,” James said, in Russian, as he looked across a long desk at Denis Obidin’s six-year-old son, Mark.
James had been learning Russian intensively for three years and was fluent, though his accent was nowhere near good enough for him to pass as a native. James asked Mark to repeat the phrase in English.
“Zisss nowing,” Mark said.
“Not bad,” James said cheerfully. “Now let’s try English numbers again.”
The little boy shook his head and screwed up his face before breaking into a giant yawn. “I’m too tired.”
“Come on, Mark,” James said sternly. “I’m your tutor and if you don’t concentrate you’re not going to pass your entrance exam.”
Mark broke into an evil smile. “I’ll tell my daddy it was your fault and he’ll punish you.”
“Oh, you reckon, do you?” James scoffed.
Mark folded his arms. “My uncle Vladimir is the chief of police. He’s got his own police station and his own cells. He can do whatever he likes.”
“Maybe he’ll put you in a cell if you don’t pass your exam.”
“Nah, he loves me.” Mark grinned. “He buys me all the biggest Lego sets. I don’t ever want to go to a stupid English boarding school. I like it here.”
“At least the classrooms are nice and warm in England,” James said, giving a shrug. “And the lights never go out in the middle of the day. Besides, we all have to do things we don’t like, kiddo. My aunt and uncle make me come here after school every day and teach English to a horrible smelly little boy. And all because they’re trying to be nice to your daddy.”
Mark got out of his chair, ran around the desk, and tried looking mean as he bunched his fist under James’s nose. “I’m not smelly. You’re smelly.”
“You wouldn’t dare.”
Mark smiled as he gently nudged his fist against James’s nose.
“GRRRRR,” James bellowed. “You’re dead, you chicken nugget.”
The little boy cracked up laughing as James scooped him off the floor and flipped him upside down so that his hair hung down in strands.
“Now I’ll use you as a broom,” James said, as he lowered Mark’s head toward the floor and swung him gently from side to side, before setting the youngster down on the edge of the desk.
“Do that again,” Mark squealed, giggling so much that he had spit bubbling out the corner of his mouth.
“I’ll do it again, but only if you say I want to be a broom in English.”
“Never in stupid English,” Mark said indignantly, as he jumped off the table and crashed face-first onto a beanbag by the window.
Both boys turned toward the door as it clicked open. Vladimir Obidin stood in the doorway. The powerfully built man wore the crisply tailored uniform of a senior police officer.
“James, you’re leaving now,” he said.
James looked at his watch as Mark sighed with disappointment.
“It’s only twenty past,” James said.
“There’s a meeting here tonight,” Vladimir said. He abruptly changed his tone to one of anger. “I don’t justify myself to children. When I say go, you go.”
Vladimir sent a shiver down James’s back. The man had worked for Russian military intelligence and had a reputation for extracting confessions from Aero City’s criminals with a set of dentist’s tools and a blow lamp. James tried not to feel intimidated as he said good-bye to Mark, grabbed his backpack, and stepped out of the library.
“I’ve got a long trek home,” James said nervously. “Can I use the bathroom?”
Vladimir huffed as though James had just imposed some great burden upon him. “Quickly then.”
James stepped into a plush washroom, with a huge spa bath and beech-panelled walls. He slid off his backpack and—all too aware that Vladimir was on the other side of the door—quietly pulled a Nokia communicator out of the side pocket.
As James flipped it open, he noticed that the communicator had picked up some e-mails. Cell phone coverage in Aero City was flaky and his phone tended to receive a whole bunch of messages and missed calls whenever he passed through an area with good reception. But this wasn’t a good moment to read them. He switched to a wireless messaging application and tapped in a four-digit number to access a hidden menu.
James had dropped a dozen pinhead-sized listening devices around the Obidins’ house over the three weeks in which he’d been tutoring Mark after school. Rows of bright green signal bars on the communicator screen showed that they were all powered up and transmitting perfectly.
“Shift it,” Vladimir shouted, pounding his fist on the door. “I’m a busy man.”
“Just shaking off,” James said, as he shoved the communicator inside his pack and raced for the door. At the last minute he remembered to flush the toilet.
Mark gave James a friendly wave from one of the first-floor windows as Vladimir escorted him down the woodchip driveway toward the solid steel gate at the front of the Obidin compound.
“All right, Slava,” James nodded, as he passed a guard and stepped through a reinforced steel door cut into a half-meter-thick wall.
The bored and half-frozen guard usually exchanged a few sentences with him, but he clammed up under Vladimir’s gaze and didn’t even acknowledge James’s nod.
Once James was out of the compound, he zipped his jacket and pulled up the collar to ward off the cold. For the purposes of this mission, James lived in an apartment block six kilometers away with a fake aunt and uncle. They were posing as weapons dealers who wanted to buy missiles from Denis Obidin. In reality they both worked for MI5.
A bus ran into town from a stop half a kilometer from Obidin’s house, but Aero City’s transportation was erratic. The wait for a bus in subzero temperatures was unbearable, and on the odd occasion when a bus actually turned up, it was filled with cigarette smoke and mean-tempered pensioners with vile coughs. Running home was the healthier option and it meant James would still be in decent physical shape when he returned to CHERUB campus.
The first part of James’s run took him along a gloomy road, with little traffic and trees packed along each side. He loved this section of his daily run home, with the crisp air and the smell of pine needles. The trees ended when he reached factory seven. A kilometer and a half long, the massive hangar had once employed thirty-five thousand workers who turned out a three-hundred-seat airliner every ten days.
It had been graffitied and vandalized in the years after closing, but most young families had left Aero City in search of work and taken the city’s delinquent teens with them. The only life James had ever seen around the plant were a few homeless boys who lived rough in an abandoned apartment block. They sniffed glue inside the dilapidated remains of a cargo plane and occasionally kicked a half-inflated soccer ball around inside the hangar.
Once he was sure nobody was about, James stopped running and sat on a concrete step with his back against a fire door that had been taken off its hinges, probably to be burned as firewood. He slid the communicator out of his pocket and checked his messages.
The first was from his girlfriend back at CHERUB campus:
HAPPY 15TH BIRTHDAY.
MISS U
LOVE U
COME BACK SOON!
HOPE IT’S NOT 2 COLD.
KERRY.
James had heaps of other birthday messages from friends on campus and even a message from his handler, Meryl Spencer. The oldest unread message was from his sister, Lauren. It had been sent the evening before:
HAPPY BDAY 4 2MORO SCUMBAG!
SORRY THIS IS EARLY. MR LARGE IS
DRAGGING US OFF ON SOME BLOODY
HIKING EXPEDITION.
UR PREZZIE WILL BE WAITING
WHEN U GET HOME!
P.S. KEEP UR HANDS OFF THE
RUSSIAN GIRLS U PERV!
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7 of 7 people found the following review helpful.
LOVE THESE BOOKS
By A. Peter Sallick
I am in 8th grade. I read the first 6 Cherub books in 6th grade and fell in love! I didn't know there were more than the 6 that i read until a friend of mine from the UK told me. I got my book yesterday. Im not normally much of a reader, but i finished this 330 page book a few minutes ago! IT WAS AWESOME!!!!!! even though i hadn't read CHERUB in a while i caught right back up!!! The next two books should arrive tomorrow!!! CANT WAIT TO READ THEM!!!!!!! Oh... forgot to mention this is my dad's account
1 of 1 people found the following review helpful.
Dynamic adventure
By Dmitry
Robert Muchamore is a brilinat teenage writer. He has written a lot of great books. Two most popular are his "Henderson's boys" and "The CHERUB" series. The CHERUBs are about a branch of the British Intelligence service who uses children under the age of seventeen as agents. These books are all very dynamic and breathtaking but I will talk about one - number seven: "The Fall".
This is a very exciting book which starts in the NorthWest of Russia resulting in a death of two MI 5 agents leaving James under a lot of stress. When an investigation arises James has to work out who is lying and who is not and the result maybe horrific. If you liked this review and you are now interested in "The CHERUB" series then I would suggest starting with the first book - "The Recruit".
Fedor age 12
27 of 40 people found the following review helpful.
Parents, know what your kids are reading.
By Mom of 2
My son has enjoyed this series but I have discovered these books aren't what they seem. I *thought* they were in the same vein as Alex Rider -- you must check out the wiki page for this book. It's touted as a children's book but has scenes of sex & rape. Sorry, not for my 12 yr. old. Another lesson for this mom to be more aware of what my child is reading.
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