The storeroom was behind the main kitchen of the 'Underbelly of the Sky' and smelled like stale food. When the bar manager came out to stare at the fire in the fireplace, Dokka asked for a completely private place to talk. Between the manager's office, plastered with pornography and the storeroom, White-Lady suggested the storeroom was less likely to be bugged. Lieutenant Dakk scanned the storeroom for listening devices, and reported, "Room's clean. Of BUGS, but not of garbage! PeeUUW! There are places on the surface that smell THIS bad!" Dakk cleared his throat and announced, "Cotton Candy certainly was hot!" Captain Dokka rolled his eyes and exclaimed, "Lieutenant! A little decorum!" White-Lady chuckled as Dakk laughed. Dakk said, "NOT like THAT! I meant body temp! Look at these readings. She was 37 degrees Celsius when we came up and when she stormed out--52 DEGREES CELSIUS! That's a hell of a temperature rise! No wonder she was sweating like a pig." Dokka looked at Dakk and then glanced over at White-Lady and asked,"I know it's not orthodox for me to ask--but you ARE a telepath....and so is she. Did you get ANYTHING at all from her?" White-Lady played with the chain on the ceiling winch for a moment and said,"Virtually nothing useful. Just one thing. Combined with feelings of guilt and fear of discovery--one word: Lestranopril. I don't know what it.." Dokka exclaimed, "LESTRANOPRIL? Are you certain? What is she feeling guilt about an industrial lubricant for?" White-Lady blinked and asked in a dumb-founded tone,"Industrial... lubricant? Wow. Now, I AM lost!" Dakk looked mischievous and asked, "Was Cotton trying to slip up Toxic with some, or thinking of lubing her up with some? Or trying to get Toxic to drink some?" Dokka stroked his beard and replied,"Lestranopril is an artificial oil synthetic come up with a millennium ago when petroleum was depleted. It's odorless and tasteless, and pale brown in color. It's harmless in small quantities." White-Lady looked at Dokka awestruck. "Impressive,Captain! Where did you get that from?" Dokka chuckled, "You forget that I used to race. That's the only place where it's still used. On turbine bearings, and landing gear from what I remember." Dakk looked on the scanner screen and said,"Here we go--boiling temperature--blah-blah-blah--prolonged exposure IS poisonous with symptoms including dementia, joint pain, weakness leading to kidney and liver failure resulting in death. Specialized tests are needed to find the limits of exposure due to the organic nature of the synthetic. Molecular breakdown---etcetera. Just about what you said, Captain." White-Lady shrugged, "Perhaps she might be sabotaging people's aero-racers? There IS a race coming up at week's end....?" She sounded less than sure about her theory. Dokk said,"This conversation is secret! 518 took The news of Toxic's death really hard. He's in the same room with Ahrini, and some of her on-board friends. I DO NOT want him learning of our suspicions! She'd have him killed , if he went after Cotton! She's the Prince's tool. We must tread as if our lives are in danger. Which at this point--they might well be!" The other two nodded numbly, with nothing else to say. --TO BE CONTINUED!--