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"Forgot. We have a leak, obviously. Could that much chlorine go out a broken pipe?" Mac wondered as the detailed calculations crashed on an immeasurable and unknown variable. "I doubt it," Henry scratching numbers from his experience with a lab pipe leak, "It'd have to be a pisser. Big leak. Let's see, the leak size would have to be the computed original minus... no.. not a leak, per se. The leak is exposing organics which are consuming the chlorine." "How do we find it, a radioisotope? Could I borrow.." "NO!" Dr. Henry was very emphatic, "They'd eat you alive if you put isotopes in the water with children... You and I know it's harmless, but you'd never get to explain it as they boil you in oil." Beaming and holding his small cup of espresso high into the air, "Amido Schwartz!" Henry chucked as he bounced like a kid toward the reagents, lifted a sealed snap top glass vial from an old faded pale green cupboard, and accentuated, "Amido Schwartz!" Mac was familiar with this substance. Maybe that is why a small thrill ran his spine. "This stuff is great!" Henry proclaimed, "One microdrop in a tub of water will give you the equivalent of India ink. It won't be consumed by organics." The concept is easy enough. If you cut something red with equal water, you get pink. Its just a matter of the measurement device. But this stuff, as black as nonexistence, increased its blackness with dilution. Incredibly small amounts could trace very large volumes given the right detection equipment. That Dr. Henry had in spades. The trick was to know how to portion out a small enough amount. The instructions he set out were clear, typical color analysis stuff, only on a grand scale. Put one picomicrodrop, "use this special picomicropipette" into the outflow water. "In the huge volume of water in your facility, a picomicrodrop will never be seen."