Neblae woke from her fever dream to blink back tears from the glaring light over the bed. To her befuddled mind, it looks like the glowing rusted door handle to someone's corroded heaven. White Lady, the huge telepath said in relief, "Welcome back to wakefulness! 'General Boo' came up with the plan, and 518 carried it out." Neblae stared at the large, ungainly armored cable arching over the bed, and was plugged into the clumsy suit she was wearing. 518 saw her look and laughed, "That damned clunky looking thing is the ONLY thing on the whole city that had a compatible coolant plug for that torn up space-suit you're wearing. At least the coolant lines are intact for it! We had to mess up White-Lady's room up running coolant lines from all over the place." Neblae looked over the rusty rose colored room. She had some kind of expression on her face, since White-Lady said defensively, "It's not much. It IS private. Also the paint job is close enough to the rust, it doesn't bother you first thing in the morning." Neblae cleared her throat when she saw Boo. She looked devastated, her white hair framing her face like a halo. Tears shone on her cheeks as she reflexively clasped and unclasped her hands. Neblae croaked out, "Hey, Boo--the room's not that bad!" Boo looked up and said in a dead, flat tone, "There is no easy way to tell you. Chol Flamel, Trowmaster of Novo Paradisio, flying city 64 is DEAD. He burst into flames and burned to death about two hours ago when your fever broke. I believe it to be murder." Boo said, "He believed that the city was in danger from something he didn't share with me. He was talking to the Crown Prince, Salva, when he died, his secret unsaid. That places ME in an untenable position. Captain Dokka Tkarro is investigating the murder. I disabled all recording and monitoring devices within this room, while we were setting up the coolant lines." 518 and White-Lady almost shouted, "WHAT?" Boo looked with burning eyes at the Telepath, and said, "I was appointed 'General of City Survival' by ALL of the Royals last Carnival. It was a sick joke of the Prince's after he had his way with me. HOWEVER--under the city's central computer and police-security system--I AM accepted and NOW have the authority of a FULL HUMAN to act on behalf of the city's survival." White-Lady asked, already knowing the answer in Boo's eyes, "Why are you telling us?" Boo glared at them and almost smiled, "First--you are all saboteurs! You knowingly brought onto the city a retro-virus that frees all the slave races from the dominion of HUMAN will, and allowing all to have FREE-WILL! THAT is a threat to city survival." 518 gaged the chances of his snapping Boo's neck if she tried to move, as she fixed him with a withering glare and said, "IF I do not walk out first, and at least one second before the rest of you, the security guns in the ceiling out there are keyed to kill you all DEAD! NOW--second--you came back up here with new technology to protect the city with FORCE FIELD technology. That's a good thing. Lastly--the rainbowed woman had the cure for the Blight in her blood." Boo said in a dry voice, "She's as dead as Chol--NOT a good thing! Listen very closely--as of this moment--the three of you are now working for me. Tell me absolutely EVERYTHING you know that WASN'T in the OFFICIAL report! I AM a general--that IS an order." 518 looked at her in shock and glanced over at White-Lady. White-Lady muttered, "Life has gotten SO complicated!" --TO BE CONTINUED!-- Media is Poser7, Wings3d, Blacksmith2.2 and PSP7 Tried some new things in this one, not sure if it worked,though.