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Informationen zum Autor Elizabeth Cage is the pseudonym of a noted young adult author. Her true identity and current whereabouts are classified. Klappentext The tantalizing trio is spying down to Rio! They're shaking their groove things in Brazil's spiciest clubs while dishing the dirt on a major drug-smuggling operation. Only Diva, the hip, young owner of Rio's hottest nightspot, can help the Spy Girls get around in the underground. But she's also the daughter of the man who killed Jo's father! Jo wants justice by any means necessary, even if it destroys the mission -- and Diva's world. When her thirst for revenge turns deadly, will Jo be forced to go solo? Leseprobe Chapter 1 "Maybe Uncle Sam is finally going to reveal his true identity to us," Jo Carreras suggested to her fellow Spy Girls as the trio walked down the long hallway leading to their boss's office. "We've never been summoned directly to his personal headquarters." Jo was endlessly awed by the rooms and corridors that constituted The Tower. Unlike most government agencies, The Tower was all about future shock -- clean lines and smooth surfaces. There were massive, sectional leather sofas all over the place, and a seriously impressive collection of modern art lined the walls. Kind of like something she pictured when she read the book 1984, but without all that nasty totalitarianism stuff. Jo couldn't wait to get inside Uncle Sam's office -- no doubt, the place would be totally decked out. "Yeah, right," Theresa Hearth snorted, responding to Jo. "You know whythe great one has summoned us." Okay, so there was no way in you-know-what that Uncle Sam was going to let them see his face. A girl could dream. "Get ready, chicas, " Caylin Pike announced, flipping her blond hair over one shoulder. "We're about to learn all about mission number five." Caylin and Theresa were right, of course. The dynamic trio had been back at Tower headquarters in D.C. for almost two days. Their Swiss mission had been successfully completed, and now it was time for a new assignment. Jo felt a flutter of excitement as the girls neared Uncle Sam's office. Nothing got the old adrenaline flowing like the prospect of yet another top secret mission. She picked up her pace, impatient to reach Uncle Sam's lair. And there was no doubt that her fellow Spy Girls were equally anxious to find out the itinerary of the next adventure. Over the past few months Jo had more or less mastered the ability to read Caylin and Theresa's minds. It was hard to believe that less than a year ago, the three young women had been strangers. Jo would never forget the morning she had arrived at The Tower for the first time. She had thought she was about to matriculate in an elite East Coast college. Uh, try not! Long story short, it turned out that Jo (the linguist) -- along with Caylin (the athlete) and Theresa (the computer nerd) -- had been carefully selected by the U.S. government to be trained as a top secret super-duper spy team. After some of the most intense training Jo could have imagined, the girls were officially inducted into The Tower. Voilà! The Spy Girls were born, and the ride of a lifetime had begun. "Ready or not, here we come," Jo called out as she pushed on Uncle Sam's heavy metal door. Yep. The office was ultraspiffy. Huge glass desk, a Rothko hanging next to a floor-to-ceiling window, and several long leather couches. "Greetings, Spy Girls," Uncle Sam's gravelly voice -- gravelly-sexy, not gravelly-gross -- was loud and clear, but as per usual, The Man himself was nowhere to be seen. Instead a digitally programmed, ultrapixelated version of Uncle Sam's silhouette appeared before the trio on a large screen. "You're all looking extremely well." Jo plopped onto a black leather sofa. "So, where are we going next?" she asked. "Dallas, Texas? Zimbabwe, Africa? Sydney, Australia?" "We'd like to go somewhe...
