"Chock-full of appeal for spy thriller fans." — Kirkus Reviews On what should be a routine mission to stop a hack at a tech company, young spies Caleb Swift and Zen Rafiq—code names Swift and Hawk—discover out-of-control weaponized robots threatening to escape into the street. With help from Caleb’s AI companion, Sam, they avoid catastrophe. But this isn’t a one-time incident: a dangerous organization is behind the attack, and now they’re plotting something even more sinister. Fortunately, Zen is the perfect candidate to infiltrate the group. Caleb thinks it’s too dangerous, but who else can climb, fight, and build microbots as well as Zen? Plus, she’ll have Caleb’s incredible tech skills behind her, not to mention the support of the ARC Institute’s elite Möbius Program. Going undercover is a big risk, but with lives on the line, it’s one Swift and Hawk will have to take. Packed with high-octane chases, epic cyber-battles, and the latest gadgets, the second adventure in this exciting series is an edge-of-your-seat thrill ride. The next generation of superspies. I loved it. High tech, high spec, and high adventure. My new favorite adventure series! —Eoin Colfer, author of the #1 best-selling Artemis Fowl Talented kids infiltrate a ring of pacifist fanatics and go for a rematch with shadowy evildoers in this brisk sequel . . . . Chock-full of appeal for spy thriller fans. —Kirkus Reviews Logan Macx is the pen name of Edward Docx and Matthew Plampin. Edward Docx is an award-winning novelist and journalist. Matthew Plampin is the author of several historical novels and lectures in nineteenth-century art and architecture. They live in London. 1 Swift and Hawk to the Rescue This was an emergency. Caleb Quinn and Zen Rafiq—code-named Swift and Hawk—were strapped into the seats of a specially converted Aston Martin, watching the British countryside race by at close to one hundred miles per hour. They were heading for a research facility in Cambridge, owned by the American robotics company SolTec. Some kind of cybersecurity breach had occurred, and their mission—as Professor Clay had explained to them back in London—was “to stop an embarrassing mess from turning into a very public disaster.”    Caleb and Zen both went to a special computing and technology school called the ARC Institute, which stood for AI, Robotics, and Cybertech. A few months earlier, they’d been recruited into the Möbius Program—a secretive organization run by Professor Clay, the ARC’s deputy principal, that used the unique skills of the ARC’s pupils to solve high-tech spy problems. Today, Clay had personally taken them out of their morning classes and scrambled them into one of the ARC’s prototype electric cars.    “Why are we helping SolTec, exactly?” Caleb had asked.    “It’s a favor,” Clay had replied. “Call for backup if you need it. Mr. Mitchell will get you there.”    And it was Lance Mitchell who was now at the wheel of the car—weaving in and out of the regular highway traffic with incredible precision, anticipating gaps and accelerating into empty lanes—all at heart-stopping speed. Mitch, as everyone called him, was the new head of security at the ARC Institute. Six foot four, white, with a square jaw and short dark hair, he’d been a US Navy SEAL and then a special agent with the CIA, before going freelance at the age of forty-seven.    The tires squealed as the car flew across three lanes, racing down the hard shoulder. Caleb could not stop himself from wincing and grabbing at the dashboard. He glanced in the rearview mirror; Zen was reading the briefing Clay had given them at the ARC, completely unconcerned.    “You know,” he said, “I think it would be way better if this was a self-driving car.”    Mitch grinned as he eased back into the middle lane between two tractor trailers. “Welcome to old-school ops, kid. Back in the day, we solved all our problems with gasoline and guns.” He stood hard on the accelerator. “Let’s give this baby some gas.”    “It’s an electric car, Mitch,” Caleb said. “There is no gas.”    “And your generation didn’t solve any problems,” said Zen from the back seat, without looking up. “You just made everything ten times worse.”    Mitch shook his head. “You ARC kids . . . you’re too smart for your own good.”    He yanked at the wheel and dragged them down the outside of a luxury bus. The gap between it and the barrier was almost too tight—but they shot through before it could close any farther.    “If this is how you handle our security,” Caleb said, “I’d hate to see you on a reckless streak.”    An even, synthesized voice spoke through the car’s speakers. “Our journey would be seventeen minutes faster if we exited at the next police ramp.”    It was Sam, Caleb’s artificial intelligence program. The name was short for Simulated Autonomous Medic; Sam had originally been coded by Caleb’s dad, Patrick, as a medical AI. After his dad passed away two years ago, Caleb had significantly upgraded and expanded t