Pool_2

Doctor Henry was setting up a page that was marked off in horizontal and vertical light blue lines. A series of labels were lettered down the left column. Along the top were sequences of abbreviations "Ti24---Cel---## Ti24---Cel---## Ti24---Cel---## Ti24--- Cel---## .." for time in 24hr notation, temperature Celsius and vial ID number. "Take three before and three after water samples. Get a shallow, mid, and deep sample each time. Then bring them here. We'll run the analyzer and calculate the leak." Doctor Henry was smiling with confidence. Perfect. It seemed a good idea, at the time, you know - shooting the chemical breeze with your professor. Surrounded by ring stands, coiled glass implements, and eye high utility shelves, it made perfect sense - there. Squirting tracer dye into the filter would be easy, but not snapping the vial and doing the careful draw and measurement inspections required to set the picomicrodropper at the exact volume. It looked too much like drug behavior, might just as well stick a hypo into your jugular out on the diving board. Need a strategy. Fill the pipette somewhere else and palm it to the filter room, that would work, just don't engage anybody's eye, they might engage you back, in conversation... Standing there in the Charles Darling guard's change room, a place where even a new shoe lace was an object of attention, trying to measure a picomicrodrop from a snap top glass vial was not going to be possible. Nothing was private in this place. Fill it. Where? There was no privacy anywhere......except, the bathroom stalls! It was a very nervous Marcus Macaluso who couldn't believe how loud a paper bag was in a tile lined bath room. "Shit!" his mind revised the plan, but it was too late. This bag was open. Very very carefully, leaning against the stall door with his back, covering the side crack where the door didn't quite meet the stall side wall so that nobody would see his