Shielding his purple eyes from the sun, the headmaster glared at the rapidly disappearing spaceship with a face like thunder. “I will expel him for this,” he said, through clenched teeth. “It can’t be,” said Ms Vartexia, getting to her feet. “Surely, even Mordant Talliver wouldn’t—” “It cannot be anyone else,” said Lorem grimly. “We are the only visitors on Archivus Major at present.” By now, the Privateer was a small dot in the sky. The class watched in silent shock as it disappeared into the upper atmosphere. “Why aren’t the Omego-bots doing something to stop him?” asked John. The headmaster glanced at him. “Their job is to protect the exhibits,” he said. “Archivus Major’s security systems are designed to stop people from getting in, not from leaving.” “Did you not see the possibility of this happening, headmaster?” Ms Vartexia asked, sounding confused.
