Peter Jay Black
Deep beneath the city live five extraordinary kids: world-famous hacker Jack, gadget geek Charlie, free runner Slink, communications chief Obi, and decoy expert Wren. Orphans bonded over their shared sense of justice, the kids have formed the Urban Outlaws, a group dedicated to outsmarting criminals and handing out their stolen money through Random Acts of Kindness (R.A.K.s).
But the kids find themselves in serious trouble when they're caught in an epic battle to control Proteus, a genius super-computer. Proteus can crack any code in the world-and steal top-secret documents in nanoseconds. It's down to the Urban Outlaws to use their guile, guts, and skill to destroy the computer, avert world domination . . . and stay alive.
Don't miss the global launch of this debut series from Peter Jay Black-the perfect mix of explosive action, cool technology, and characters with lots of heart.
have those drawings from the last mission?’ Slink walked to a filing cabinet in the games area, and opened the lower drawer. He rummaged inside and pulled out one of his sketchpads. At the dining table, he flicked through the pages until he found the drawings of the buildings he’d made a couple of months back. Jack began to study them. ‘Not cool, guys.’ Obi pointed at several of the darkened monitors. ‘They’ve blacked out the surrounding area now. All of the CCTV cameras are down.’
cross-legged, rested his hands on his knees, and closed his eyes. ‘Jack?’ Charlie said, a note of concern in her voice. ‘What are you doing?’ He opened his eyes and gestured to the floor in front of him. ‘Sit.’ Charlie folded her arms. ‘You’re giving up?’ Jack gestured again. ‘Sit down.’ Charlie huffed and sat opposite him. Jack closed his eyes again and took calming breaths, as if preparing to enter a Zen-like state. Charlie said, ‘Why are we sitting down, Jack?’ Jack kept his eyes
number plates. The bike wobbled dangerously, almost throwing Jack and Charlie off. Charlie screamed out, but somehow, she managed to regain control. And they got through. Jack glanced back as the agents’ car slid to a halt, tyres screeching, wheels smoking. Charlie leant the bike over. Jack automatically mimicked her movements as they vanished around the corner. • • • Ten minutes later, when they were sure they were a safe distance away, Charlie pulled over. ‘I have to work out where
and he set to work. The bank account page flashed up and he looked at the balance: two million, three hundred thousand. The money would’ve only been in the account a few days but that was an eternity because Jack needed less than a minute. He clicked the transactions tab, entered sort codes, account numbers, and left the reference name field blank. He smiled when it was time to type in the amounts to transfer: one million and then fifty thousand. He was about to hit the Enter key when Charlie
get her too.’ Slink’s eyebrows rose. ‘On your own?’ ‘Just go,’ Jack said. Slink hesitated, then hurried up the opposite aisle. Jack turned and ran between the server cabinets. When he reached the centre, he peered around the corner. Del Sarto was pacing back and forth, glancing at his watch. Wren sat on the floor, her back against one of Proteus’s coolant tanks. ‘Jack?’ a voice said in his ear. It was Charlie. He pulled back and whispered, ‘What?’ ‘Where are you?’ ‘Never mind that, just