Mr. Underby loomed over the the counter of the central message depot giving his instructions.
“No ship or vessel will debarque until I have approved the passenger manifest. You will bring them all to me, personally. You will keep an eye to the sky to so that you do not miss any airtraffic bypassing the mast and sneaking into the city directly.”
The assorted children behind the counter looked at each other skeptically, then set about discussing how best to carry out those orders. They all knew Mr. Underby was close to the Mayor. Underby listened until he was satisfied that his orders would be carried out, then returned to City Hall.
He no reason to go through official channels with this.