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unacceptable that Administration is allowed any form of punitive authority over us. I’m sure this will be cleared up quickly, penn 1 .”
    “It’s Pennie. And I’m guessing they can punish us, considering you tried to rip that Administrator’s arm off. It was just a red flag, lara —”
    “ Laraby . And I beg your pardon, but I had a perfect record . Have .” He sat. “Which is beside the point. Administration is made up of bookkeepers, pencil pushers, form-fillers. That’s the entirety of their job description. Not doling out punishments. If they’d wanted to become Fair Force, or do our jobs, they should have thought about that long before doing whatever it is they did to get them where they are now.”
    Pennie sat next to him. “Why isn’t anyone here?”
    A light snapped on above the white counter and an elderly Fairship with a red beard three times the length of Laraby’s walked directly out of the wall.
    He didn’t look particularly friendly—until you compared him to the next elderly Fairship who stepped through the wall. She was slightly taller with red hair pulled into a bun and a severe face that, like it or not, was still quite beautiful. Their robes were crisp and white. As the highest commanders of the Fair Force, Fairships did not wear tool belts and their unwrinkled robes proved it.
    “These aren’t just Fairships. They’re Lord and Lady Fairships; Original Eights ,” Laraby said quietly.
    “How do you know?” Pennie watched the two sit on their thrones.
    “Their sleeves.”
    It was true. Both had bell sleeves adorned with red cuffs. The only Original Eights Pennie had ever seen before were in her Manual. She had seen one or two Fairships, recognizable by their orange cuffs, propelling around Fair City on rare occasion. But Original Eights stayed out of the public eye.
    A third figure stepped out of a solid door to the left side of the wall. He was younger and less impressive-looking, and his bell sleeves were lined with yellow cuffs.
    “That’s a Higher-Up,” Laraby whispered.
    “One of them came to talk to my rookie class,” Pennie remembered. He’d explained to the class that as an assistant to the Fairships, a Higher-Up could eventually become a Fairship, but most preferred to remain where they were, counting numbers and creating spreadsheets.
    “Good day, Lord and Lady Fairship,” the Higher-Up bowed from the end of the counter where he stood.
    “And to you,” Lord Fairship responded brightly.
    Lady Fairship offered only a small pull of her lips.
    “And good day to you, Fair Ones.” Lord Fairship acknowledged them. “Now let’s begin. You two have been brought to us on suspicion of Bending. Using Renegade Weathers. Is this correct?”
    Laraby shook his head. “I’m afraid there’s been a mistake, your Fairship.”
    “Excellent. Let’s hope there is.” He nodded. “We’ll take a look.”
    The Higher-Up tapped on his tablet and a large hologram screen appeared on the right side of the room. “Please remain still, Fair One,” he ordered.
    A red laser dot appeared on Laraby’s forehead. It travelled down and then left across his red eyebrow, finally settling on the temporal lobe two inches above his left cheekbone. Pennie squirmed in her seat but Laraby remained stiff. He shifted his eyes toward the screen without moving his head. The lights went out.
     
    There’s Holden, outside in the quad, minding his own business, practicing a few moves on his skateboard, when something catches his eye: a Frisbee heading straight for a girl passing out flyers. He launches off his board to intercept the Frisbee. He misses and nearly lands on the girl, who steps back just in time.
     
    The screen froze and the dot disappeared from Laraby’s temporal lobe. The lights snapped on.
    Pennie frowned. How was this scene in Laraby’s memory? How did he know Tenley Tylwyth?
    “We cannot confirm that Fair One lara b3 enlisted Renegade Weathers here,” the Higher-Up announced after