"Interesting," Dom said, looking over Max's shoulder at the spy cam of the new cadets eating lunch.

"Why?" Max asked. She'd been watching them mostly out of curiosity. Th Academy Psychs would look at every bit of tape of the new cadets during H.A.S.E. and produce detailed reports on each of them before the term began, but Max wanted to form her own opinion. "What do you see?"

"This one," she pointed at Summers. "She is different."

"I get that feeling, also," Max said, "but I don't know why and Janet hasn't found anything in her records."

"Nothing in the records I could find," Janet corrected, pausing to take a bite out of her PB&J on whole wheat. "They seem almost too good, but I haven't been able to find any other information that contradicts them."

"Wouldn't the Admissions analysts have checked that?" Max asked.

"Yes," Janet said. "Records that are too good set off alarms."

"But her's didn't," Max said. "Which means?"

"She's who they say she is or whomever is behind her is better than we are," Janet said, daintily popping the last scrap of her sandwich into her mouth. "I'll ask Amy to keep an eye on her," she added.

"Amy? She's too busy with her little jailbird to notice anything odd," Max said.

"Summers has a sister going to the Prep," Janet said. "They'll be sharing a house with Amy and Lucy." She giggled. "Poor Amy."

"Poor Amy?" Max shook her head and reached over to turn off the screen.

"Lucy likes her privacy," Janet said. "She'll be grumpy about sharing the house."

"We will watch this Summers," Dom said.