Operation Tenley

Operation Tenley

by Jennifer Gooch Hummer


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Meet Tenley Tylwyth, an Elemental Teen born with the power to produce weather. Cool? Not really.

Elementals make Mother Nature angry. And who can blame her? Humans have been destroying her planet long enough. It’s time she got rid of them all together. Tenley, and those like her, are the only things standing in her way—and they don’t even know it.

It’s a Fair One’s job to keep Elemental Teens safe. These ancestors of fairies have created a perfect plan to keep kids like Tenley out of harm’s way—from afar.

But when rookie Fair One, Pennie, allows her charge to use elemental powers once too often, she’s forced to travel to Earth—a place where no Fair One wants to go—to save her.

Now, Pennie has 48 hours to convince Tenley to stop manipulating the weather. But it won’t be so easy. Tenley’s got a way with wind and has no plans to stop using it.

But then a field trip provides the perfect opportunity for Mother Nature. She catapults Tenley deep into her gardens, where trees grow upside down and insects attack on command.

For Tenley, things get real, fast. And suddenly, knowing she’s got a few Elemental powers up her sleeve might be just what Tenley needs to survive . . . even if it kills her.

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781942664994
Publisher: Month9Books, LLC
Publication date: 09/13/2016
Series: The Fair City Files
Pages: 280
Product dimensions: 5.50(w) x 8.40(h) x 0.70(d)
Age Range: 12 Years

About the Author

Jennifer Gooch Hummer has worked as a script analyst for various talent agencies and film studios. She is the author of Girl Unmoored. She lives in Los Angeles.

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Operation Tenley

The Fair City Files Book One

By Jennifer Gooch Hummer


Copyright © 2016 Jennifer Gooch Hummer
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-945107-15-3


Hadley Beach, California

Tenley Tylwyth needed votes.

Which is why today she stood outside in the busy quad wearing a sash draped over her left shoulder that read Vote For Me, Tenley T!

Behind her, a group of boys played Frisbee, while in front of her, students hurried by, ignoring the flyers she held out.

Please totally Nominate Tenley Tylwyth to represent Hadley Middle School on America's Next Most Inspirational Teen this Friday Night

When the Frisbee flew straight toward Tenley's head, none of the students noticed.

Except one.

Holden Wonderbolt was a size or two skinnier than the other boys his age, with milk chocolate skin and impressive skateboard skills. He was on the way to the skate ramp when he spotted the Frisbee.

"Watch out!" he yelled.

Tenley turned around just as Holden leaped off his board and launched himself forward. Instead of intercepting the Frisbee, though, Holden sailed toward Tenley while above them, the Frisbee spun off in the opposite direction.

Had others seen it, they would have wondered: Did that Frisbee just stop in midair, flip itself sideways, and zoom off in a completely different direction? But no one had seen it. Not even Holden, who was busy preparing to land on Tenley.

This is what Tenley did: step back.

This is what Holden did: (crash) land.

This is what the rest of the students did: stare.

Oh, and a few photos were taken and posted on the Internet within seconds.


North West Observation Spot, Fair City

Standard Fair One 3rdi's were sufficient enough to see everything happening on Earth, even from the far edge of Fair City. But Laraby must have missed something. Why would his client ditch his skateboard and dive toward another student like that?

He tapped at his 3i and groaned, then flung it back over his head into its holder. "Piece of junk. A 3rdi-All wouldn't have missed anything," he mumbled. Laraby coveted 3rdi-Alls, which were infinitely better, but were only issued to Lieutenant Fair Ones.

Frustrated, he rubbed his bald head and stepped back over jagged rocks and dust, the latter of which was always the archenemy of his pristine white robes. He pulled a controller out of his tool belt and entered some information. A small hologram screen appeared. A few more clicks and the scene he had just watched on Earth projected in front of him.

There was Holden, skateboarding through the quad, when suddenly and without reason, he flung himself off and dived straight into an unsuspecting girl. Nothing in Holden's immediate surroundings gave any indication of potential danger. Wind, humidity, barometric pressure, fire, temperature, tectonic plates — all normal.

Laraby pulled his eyes off the screen and sighed. Today he was not in the mood. He'd been hoping to grab a small bite, and now his client's potential injury would eat into his lunch hour. He'd have to fill out an accident report, for one thing, and Holden Wonderbolt was getting dangerously close to his limit. Another injury could very well result in a red flag for Laraby, which might then lead to a review. And although Laraby did quite enjoy Holden Wonderbolt, he had to admit the boy was a bit of a klutz.

Laraby prepared for departure. The sooner he submitted the report, the better. City Hall was becoming ever more crowded and less efficient.

Just as his propellers started to activate, a loud whirring sound made him take pause. There was nothing wrong with his equipment, as far as he could tell. No damage that he could recall, and he was always on top of the updates. But the whirring noise increased. Perhaps it was another Fair One coming to share his ob-spot. This seemed to be happening more frequently, even though he always picked the farthest, most remote sites to observe his client.

Or perhaps it was asteroid winds picking up. He'd heard talk the last time he was in City Hall that Mother Nature and her Weathers were on the brink of infiltrating the Fair Force's protective layer again. A stronger system had been implemented since her first infiltration, but no one knew if this was enough. Mother Nature and her Weathers were becoming increasingly hostile, which meant the clients on Earth were in even more danger. Time spent filling out injury reports was precious time away from monitoring them.

Dust picked up around him. He'd washed his robes only yesterday. Annoyed, Laraby stepped out of the swirling debris but stopped when an enormous wind tunnel appeared overhead, close enough to be dangerous. With no time to protect his gear, Laraby took cover under his arms, abruptly knocking the 3i sideways. He yelped. A Fair One's tools were powerful but not indestructible and once damaged, were never quite the same.

He waited for impact, but nothing happened. He peeked up at Fair Force, three of them, hovering a few meters above. Their badges were visible, and red sirens flashed over their propellers.

"Fair One lara b3. You are under arrest. Anything you think can and will be used against you. You are hereby ordered to City Hall in three minutes. Failure to do so will result in further penalty."

"Officers," Laraby shouted above the noise. "I think you must be mistaken."

The Fair Force typed into a small tablet. A pocket in Laraby's tool belt buzzed. The arrest warrant was delivered.

City Hall in three minutes? He'd never been arrested before.

"Good day," the Fair Force nodded, before propelling upward and zooming away as fast as they had come.

"It's lunch time," Laraby grumbled, activating his propellers again. As soon as he felt his feet lift, he tipped his head left and started for City Hall.


South West Observation Spot, Fair City

Pennie pushed back her 3i to focus on that sound. Just as she thought, it was getting closer: a deep humming that vibrated enough to make the inside of her ears itch.

She felt around her white robes for her tool belt. Her inquiry about smaller-sized robes had gone unanswered. And so today, as she did every other day, she looked like a basket of laundry with red hair.

She found her location device and clicked on it. She was right where she thought she was, on one of the more remote ob-spots where few Fair Ones ever went. In fact, most believed this particular ob-spot was still shut down, the aftermath of a small turf warfare between Administratives and Fair Force. Why the Administratives ever thought they could win was anyone's guess.

Pennie slipped the location device back into her tool belt. When she looked up again, a wind tunnel was getting closer. Heading straight toward her, in fact.

She started to activate her propellers, but the wind tunnel slammed to a halt above her. Three figures with badges and red lights flashing above them unraveled.

"Fair One penn 1? You are under arrest. Anything you think can and will be used against you. You are hereby ordered to City Hall in three minutes. Failure to do so will result in further penalty."

The Fair Force typed into his small tablet. Pennie's tool belt buzzed. Her arrest warrant was delivered.

She shook her head. She'd never been arrested before. "Officers, I'm in the middle of monitoring my client. It's not really a convenient time. Would it be okay if I came in tomorrow?"

The biggest of the Fair Force dropped closer. "No." He pulled out a set of handcuffs.

Pennie stepped back. "Actually, on second thought, I'm all done here. Thank you, Officers."

"I suggest you get on your way then, Fair One."

The three Fair Force lifted upward and zoomed away.

"I was just doing my job," Pennie mumbled, activating her propellers properly this time. As soon as she was off the ground, she tipped her head right and started toward City Hall.


Fair City

Pennie rarely had a clean landing and this time was no different. She stumbled and yelped before falling back on her buttocks.

It was her feet. Because along with their smallish four-foot stature, a Fair One also possessed tiny feet — not particularly good for landing. Descendants of the fairies of yesteryear, whose ancestors had wings for transportation, a Fair One no longer possessed these magical limbs. They did, however, maintain the same tiny feet, which presented a challenge. Wings and tiny feet allowed for a delicate landing, but propellers and tiny feet did not. Experienced Fair Ones may have perfected the act, but graceful landings required a skill that rookie Fair Ones like Pennie had yet to master.

Fair City was buzzing today. Fair Ones were coming and going, and collisions were constant. The danger of so many propellers had at one time been enough for the Fairships to ban them in town altogether. But Fair Ones were busy, and getting busier, and walking simply took too long. So eventually propellers were reinstated, and now there was hardly ever a Fair One on tiny foot.

Pennie retracted her propellers and looked at the building ahead.

City Hall was written above the entrance. It was a drab building. Once gleaming like everything else in Fair City, it was now covered in layers of dust and debris.

A sign by the bottom stair read:


Pennie gathered her robes and began climbing the stairs.

A dozen meters away on the other side of the grand staircase, Laraby had little trouble landing. Laraby was an overachiever and the first of his family to become a Fair One. His parents and siblings had no desire to work for the Fairships. They chose instead to live well outside of Fair City on another bit of space junk in the asteroid belt where they quietly manufactured propeller parts — except for one of his brothers, whom he preferred not to think about at the moment. Or any other moment.

Laraby reached down for his tool belt, braced himself while his propellers retracted, and brushed down his long red beard. Then he, too, gathered his robes and started climbing.

Halfway up the staircase, Pennie noticed a disheveled Fair One sitting alone. His robes were tarnished with soot and grime, and a few bits and parts of an old propeller were cupped in between his palms. A sign by his feet read: Blade-less. Please help.

"Extra blades?" he asked hopefully. Pennie slowed. Something about his eyes reminded her of her father, who had gone on a galactic tour with some friends and never returned. Their travel box had hit a meteor. Her mother had never been the same.

Pennie shook her head at the disheveled Fair One. "I'm sorry, sir. I don't have any."

Extra propellers were nearly impossible to come by. The Fair Force kept tight control over all equipment, most especially propellers. Unapproved travel outside the asteroid belt was strictly prohibited but somehow becoming more frequent. Perhaps this was why she was getting called in; the ob-spot she'd been on was at the very end of the belt.

"I'll keep my eyes open though," Pennie told him.

"Thank you. And may His return be swift." The Fair One raised his right hand with fingers crossed and pressed it to his heart.

"May His return be swift," Pennie repeated, doing the same with her hand before continuing up the stairs.

Most of the Fair Ones on the staircase were descending, but a few were climbing, their robes gathered into fists and their lungs heaving just like Pennie's. She wasn't used to this level of exertion. A bead of sweat ran down her temple.

At the top, Pennie noticed a bald Fair One with a long red beard stepping up to the landing at the same time she did. They arrived at the entrance at the same time, and noticing her panting, the Fair One held the door for her.

"Thank you," Pennie said.

"Your last remembering is their first vision," he mumbled.


Laraby looked up at her, confused. "Did I just say that out loud?"

Pennie smiled politely and stepped inside.



Pennie stopped. Hand over her tools? She couldn't hand over her tools. Without them, she'd lose all monitoring capabilities of her client. If there was one thing a rookie learned in training, it was to always keep one's tools close. A Fair One had to be ready at all times.

"Excuse me," Laraby said, stepping around Pennie and up to the Tool Belt Check. Pennie watched him unbuckle his belt and hand it over to the teen Administrator with an eyebrow piercing.

"Thanks," the teen sneered. "lara b3?" she confirmed, waving his belt over the scanner.

"I am, indeed," Laraby answered.

She handed Laraby the paper ticket that spit out from the scanner. "Listen for your number." She motioned to the door behind him.

Laraby turned around. Pennie was standing in the same place with the same blank look on her face. "We have to give them all of our tools?" she asked. "This wasn't anywhere in the Manual."

She looked like she might cry. And crying was something that Laraby just couldn't deal with. He'd grown up with twenty-seven younger siblings, and the last thing he needed right now was to miss his number being called.

He started walking past her.

"Excuse me, do we have to give them everything?" Pennie asked him directly this time.

Laraby stopped. "Are you a rookie?"

The Fair One nodded. This rookie was definitely about to cry.

Guilt flooded his senses. He'd been a rookie Fair One not long ago himself.

"It's a new rule. You have to check your entire belt. They won't let you in any farther if you don't. Sets off the alarms."

These words did little to soften Pennie's worried look. Maybe, Laraby thought, she'd been hit in the head by an asteroid particle. That had happened to one of his little sisters, and she'd looked worried ever since. He pointed up to the sign. "Tool belt. Check. It."

Finally, Pennie shook her head. "Sorry. I feel a little dizzy." She lifted her hand to her forehead. Maybe it was all those stairs.

"I realize," Laraby said, over-pro-nun-ci-ating for her just in case she was too dizzy to hear him. "It goes against the natural instinct to give up your tools. You've been trained well. But, like I said, it's a new rule. She's going to scan your belt and give you a ticket. Listen for the number on it — that's how they'll call you up. When you're finished with your business here, you'll hand the ticket back to her and get your belt. Easy."

"What if something happens? I can't fail this assignment."

"Hopefully nothing will. And anyway, you've been summoned here. They can't fail you for that."

Pennie unbuckled her belt and handed it over.

The teen didn't bother making eye contact when she waved Pennie's tool belt over the scanner and handed her the ticket.

Pennie turned to Laraby, who was noticing that the teen still hadn't put his tool belt into a locker. "Thanks," Pennie said. "I don't even know why I'm here."

"Actually, I have no idea why I'm here, either." Laraby narrowed his eyes on the teen Administrator. Finally, she placed their belts into lockers. "Just got summoned a few minutes ago," he continued, glancing at his ticket and pulling open one side of the double doors. "I'm sure it's a mistake, though. I've never broken a rule. After you." He waved Pennie through.


Fair City

The Great Hall spread out into a sea of white robes in front of them. Hologram signs floated, bounced, or blinked as far as Pennie and Laraby could see.

Propeller License Renewal Discrepancies?
We can help.
Dial 176.4999.99003 for a free consultation.
Fair One Caught Bending?
You'll need some defense.
Dial 176.4999.99123

"Where do we go?" Pennie's eyes glided over the long lines of Fair Ones snaked around red laser ropes. A plump Fair One with a sticker stuck to his robes bumped into her: Ask Me How I Lost Weight.

"Follow me," Laraby said, leading her directly through a blinking hologram sign:


"Shortcut," he said, noticing Pennie's surprised look. "There's no rule that says you can't walk through them."


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Operation Tenley 4.5 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 2 reviews.
Reader_Views More than 1 year ago
Reviewed by Evan (age 14) for Reader Views (11/2016) “Operation Tenley” by Jennifer Gooch Hummer is about Pennie and her human charge, Tenley Tylwyth. Tenley Tylwyth was born an elemental with the extraordinary ability to control the weather. Unfortunately, people who manipulate the weather are not particularly popular with the very real, very scary, Mother Nature. Pennie is a Fair One, a descendant of fairies who rely on technology instead of wings, and it is her job to protect Tenley against the wrath of Mother Nature. However, when it is discovered that Pennie failed to report the full extent of Tenley’s abilities she is given a mere 48 hours in which to convince Tenley to delete her powers. Read and discover all of the unexpected problems that Pennie will encounter on Earth- the most formidable of which is gravity! My favorite character was Laraby, a Fair One obsessed with knowing all of the many rules that affect the Fair Ones. His expertise came in handy in many instances during Pennie and Tenley’s journey, foiling the many attempts to sabotage Pennie’s quest. This book took a very interesting approach to Mother Nature; instead of an idea, Mother Nature was an actual creature that played an important role in the plot. This made the book very original and interesting to read. I would recommend “Operation Tenley” by Jennifer Gooch Hummer to people who like magic and adventure. The characters were all fun though at some points they acted in strange ways that made them unbelievable and hard to relate. I found the plot could be hard to follow at some points, especially the conclusion, but found it to be unique, engaging, and an overall enjoyable read. I give this book a 4-star rating!
Holly More than 1 year ago
Operation Tenley is the tale what can happen in 48 hours that will change everything! Penny is a fairy who is also known as The Fair One and is in charge of a young girl named Tenley who discovered her powers way too early in life. After Penny is caught not reporting that Tenley had her powers from a young age, she is sent to earth to make Tenley give up her power. With Mother Nature wanting the power that Tenley has, it leads to an thrilling 48 hours that will show Penny and Tenley how brave they really can be when push comes to shove! This book sounded good when I read what it was about but I never thought I would really love it like I do now! I'm not much reading books about fairies but this book will grab your attention from the first page and will have you reading it way past your bedtime just to see how it all ends! I'm really curious to see what will happen next in this series since it does kinda leave you with a cliff hanger on what happens in the last few pages of the book. Thank You to Jennifer Gooch Hummer for writing a story that I can't wait to see what is to come in this series!! I received this book from the BookSparks Funky Fall Blog Tour.