The Specialists: The Winning Element
Book #3 in the series by Shannon Greenland
Release Date: April 2008
Publisher: Speak, An Imprint of Penguin Group

Give me a...boom?!

With two successful missions under her belt, GiGi is finally feeling comfortable and confident with the Specialists. But then she learns about Eduardo Villaneuva, a notorious chemical smuggler currently at large. Not only is he a present danger, but he was responsible for the deaths of GiGi's parents. The government has been trying to track him down for years, and with GiGi's fierce determination (and TL's help), the Specialists are hired to capture him. And this time, GiGi's in charge of the mission. Only, she can't do this alone. She needs Beaker's chemistry expertise. But when their cover has to be cheerleaders at a national cheerleading competition, Goth-girl Beaker is not too pleased.

With personality conflicts, mission challenges, and the demanding schedule of the cheerleading competition, Beaker and GiGi find it difficult to focus on the task at hand. But with all that's at stake, can they put these issues aside and apprehend Eduardo, or will GiGi's opportunity to stop him be blown to bits?

REVIEWS

"The third book in THE SPECIALISTS series is every bit as good as the first two with close calls, plans that go awry, and a dash of romance." ~ Teens Read Too

EXCERPT

On the trail . . .

Twenty minutes later, I made it to the other side of the island. I stopped and checked my cell phone. The blue dot was beginning to fade, indicating the thirty-minute tracker was dissolving, but from what I could tell, Eduardo was to my right.

I rode into a deserted parking lot of the state park. Behind me stretched a half mile of beach highway leading back into town. In front of me spanned the dark ocean lit only by the half moon. To the left stood a small concrete visitor’s station.

With the DNA glasses still on, I scanned the area. A red trail led from the parking lot, where the car must have dropped him and drove off, and onto the beach.

Leaving the bike, I followed the red trail across the beach and down the length of a long pier. The red trail stopped at the end of the pier, where a boat had probably picked him up.

There was no telling how far out he’d gone.

I unsnapped my pocket and pulled out the cell phone. I activated the audio recording/eavesdropping software Chapling had coded in.

Here went nothing.