 The Specialists: Down to the Wire
Book #2 in the series
by Shannon Greenland
Release Date: September 2007
Publisher: Speak, An Imprint of Penguin Group
Frankie has an uncanny knack for electronics, specifically breaking into the most elaborate security systems. Which is precisely why he was recruited by the Specialists. And after only a few months in the organization, Frankie, aka Wirenut, is ready for his first mission. When wealthy entrepreneur Octavias Zorba hires the Specialists to recover a stolen neurotoxin, the head of the Specialists is sure that Wirenut is perfect for the job. But there's a catch. The computer-coded hints that will lead to the neurotoxin are hidden in a few precious museum artifacts, which happen to be securely locked away. And when these hints are found, there is limited time to get them decoded or they will disappear forever. Enter GiGi and her computer-code genius ability. But when GiGi and Wirenut begin their mission, they find themselves up against a few obstacles, including a copy cat who turns up everywhere they go. And suddenly they find themselves on a fast-paced hunt for the criminal, with time quickly running out....
REVIEWS
"Greenland’s sequel packs even more punch than the first!"
~ Amazon.com
“Shannon Greenland doesn't just let you read, she makes you ride along, and I for one love it!”
~ Echelon Press
"Witty and very adventurous, readers will not be disappointed with this second installment in the unique THE
SPECIALISTS series that takes them through the world of special agents."
~ Teens Read Too
“Who knew the spy game could be so much fun!”
~ Kiss The Book
EXCERPT
In our wet suits, we flutter-kicked our way through the dark ocean. Wirenut first, me second, and TL brought up the rear.
With our rebreathers, no bubbles trailed upward. Water plugged my ears, permitting me to hear only my heartbeat and slow deep breaths.
Wirenut extended his arms out to his sides, indicating in ten seconds we would pass through the opening in the invisible fence.
Through my night goggles, I kept my vision focused on Wirenut's fins. One misstep rigs the mansion to explode.
Talk about pressure.
We made it through the fence and continued underwater around the island to the east side. The sandy ocean floor rose gradually until we swam in only ten feet of depth. Our slow ascent decompressed our bodies.
We exited the water and stripped our diving gear, then piled it on the sliver of rocky beach.
Still in our wet suits, we jogged over the flat rocks to the mansion's east wall. Between the fourth and fifth windows, Wirenut gazed up five stories to the roof. He leaned to the right a little and tilted his head.
He placed his ear against the wall, moved a few feet to the left and listened there, then went back to his original spot. From his vest he pulled four pressurized suction cups. Two he strapped to his knees and two he held in his hands. TL and I did the same. Air release controlled the suctions, allowing for silent attachment and release. They worked on any surface.
Wirenut turned to us, touched his eye, and held up one finger. Watch closely. One at a time.
TL and I nodded. Wirenut suctioned onto the stone and began a spiderlike crawl. Left arm, left leg. Right arm, right leg. I scrutinized his form, memorizing his technique and rhythm. At the third story he scooted to the right and continued crawling. At the fifth story he moved back to his original spot.
He made it to the roof and signaled for me.
One misstep rigs the mansion to explode.
With a deep breath I suctioned onto the wall.
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