S.T.E.A.L.T.H.: Rising Storm

Préface
Under the radar but on top of their game - meet the only secret agents who have homework deadlines...

Auteur
Jason Rohan lives in west London with his wife and five children. When he was 16, he talked his way into an internship at Marvel Comics in New York, where he sold his first story; later he taught English in Japan for five years. He currently works as a mobile telecoms project engineer, building the networks of the future.

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S.T.E.A.L.T.H. 3: Rising Storm sees Arun, Donna and Sam deployed to the Caribbean. The
beautiful landscape is home to some ugly undercover action, though, and soon an oil rig is
on fire and lives are at stake. Can STEALTH save everyone and help clean up the agents'
act too?

Résumé

Full of thrilling high-octane action, this is the third in an explosive new action-adventure middle grade series. Perfect for fans of Alex Rider, CHERUB and Mission: Impossible.

It's the summer holidays and the S.T.E.A.L.T.H. team is split up. Donna is in the Caribbean visiting family while the boys are bored at home, filling time with computer games - until Sam persuades Arun to pay Donna a surprise visit using MANDROID. At the same time, plans are underway to hijack and destroy an oil platform off the Trinidad coast while a tropical storm rages. With MANDROID the only craft capable of operating in such challenging conditions, S.T.E.A.L.T.H. know they have to act to save the workers on the blazing platform and prevent an environmental catastrophe. Without the backing of MI6, the kids have to go it alone in their most dangerous mission yet...

Arun, Donna and Sam are ordinary school kids with an extraordinary secret. They are S.T.E.A.L.T.H., a crack team of agents in charge of the most cutting-edge piece of tech the world doesn't know exists: MANDROID. Always flying under the radar, they solve crimes, prevent disasters and rescue the innocent - and they STILL have to get their homework in on time!

Échantillon de lecture

Donna noted that the makeshift bench consisted of two planks with sawn-off two-by-fours for legs and thinner pieces for cross braces. She took aim and stamped on one of the diagonal braces. KRACKK! It broke in half with a satisfying snap.

"You haven't told me what you're doing," Phil said.

Donna ignored him, stooped to take hold of the now-unbraced leg and straightened up, pulling with all her strength. KRRUNCHH! She twisted and wrenched to loosen the wooden baton. Her eyes narrowed, she gripped the base with both hands and raised it like a club.

"Payback time," she said.