Enter the mad scientist...

Suna awoke two minutes before the alarm as usual and sat up in bed.  She brushed her hair, tied it back and was showered and dressed within fifteen minuttes.  Her hidden lab was cold this morning, but the work took precedence over such matters.  She was almost finished on the first masterpeice.  She was still not sure why the hell she had to create this stuff, only that it was vitaly important to do so...  The drug that she had created was resitant to extreme heat and cold, highly adictive, and caused human subjects to crave whatever substance it was suffused into fortnightly.  At least that was the idea.  Suna was convinced that she had the formula correct, that it was right, that it would work.  All the tests so far on lab animals were positive, and she was more than ready for live trials.  But how to deliver it?  How to monitor the results?  Suna had to emerge from her hidden lab haven and take a job.
The idea was not so preposterous, if she wanted to diseminate the drug into a test group she had to be serving it herself.  Or at least cooking it up.  The lab and living space she had set up in a disused maintenance area just off of a scutter storage area was unlikely to be discovered.  It no longer existed on any deckplans of the ship, all the sensors in the area had been re-routed, and all entrances heavily concealed.  Access to the ships computer kept Suna well aware of the routines of the security staff, and the alarms she had herself installed in case of intruders would alert her in pleanty of time to slip out the back way if anyone was to discover her presence.  And where better to stay undiscovered for years to develop her narcotics that an inefficient JMC mining ship crewed by incompetants and idiots?  Still, Suna had to go amoung them...  She set to work on her terminal, changing the records for one of the fast food outlets on the main promenade.  One of the busy ones.  She would soon be a burger chef at "Burger Tzar", and anyone eating her burgers would be back in exactly two weeks or suffer horrible withdrawl symptoms.
Suna smiled as she ordered a pair of scutters to run down to the laundry room for her and pick up a couple of uniforms for her.