Point Blank - Alex Rider, Bk 2 Author:Anthony Horowitz When an investigation into a series of mysterious deaths leads agents to an elite prep school for rebellious kids, MI6 assigns Alex Rider to the case. Before he knows it, Alex is hanging out with the sons of the rich and powerful, and something feels wrong. These former juvenile delinquents have turned well-behaved, studious -- and identical -- ... more »overnight. It's up to Alex to find out who is masterminding this nefarious plot, before they find him.« less
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They look like they're supposed to. They talk like they're supposed to. But they sure don't act like they're supposed to. Sixteen boys in a remote boarding school, children of some of the wealthiest and most powerful families in the world. Juvenile delinquents, all: drugs, shoplifting, vandalism. Yet suddenly they're perfect, well-behaved and studious. Identical in every way-or almost every way. Something is wrong. Very wrong. And only fourteen-year-old secret agent Alex Rider can save these boys from themselves. Should he fail, one man's sinister plan to conquer the world will become reality.
Full of heart-pounding adventure, technological wizardry, tongue-in-cheek humor, and a James Bond-like spirit, this sequel to Stormbreaker is a thrill ride you won't want to let up.
This is actually the second in a Young Adult series, but I read it first, and it wasn't necessary to have read the first volume in order to understand (and enjoy) the second.
POINT BLANK is James Bond for teen-agers, and very exciting, as you can see from the cover blurb below!
From back cover: Alex leapt forward, diving into the next slope. At the same time, there was a sudden chatter, a series of distant cracks, and the snow leapt up all around him. Grief's men had machine guns built into their snowmobiles! Alex yelled as he swooped down the mountainside, barely able to control the sheet of metal under his feet. The makeshift binding was tearing at his ankles. The whole thing was vibrating crazily. He couldn't see. He could only hang on, trying to keep his balance, hoping the way ahead was clear.
He had to get off the mountain. Otherwise he would be shot or run over. Or both!