Perfume?



Yes. Perfume. Nopony was the wiser...



Dr. Caballeron came closest to figuring out the truth. He and his boys had cornered her on the train. They knew she had the information Daring-Do was having her courier. Four lines of parchment. Daring herself was stuck in Central Equestria looking for the Idol, and against her own policy, decided to get her best covert agent to ferret out the needed information, and get it to the dead drop for pickup later.



As they closed in, Roseluck pulled the small ampoule of scarlet liquid free from her harness and threw it at their feet, as she quickly tied the linen hookerchief she had been daintly holding over her nose and mouth. The hoofkerchief, sodden from her own tears as she had pleaded with them, neutralized the sleep agent that billowed around all of them as the ampoule shattered, the water activating the chemical antidote she had treated the cloth with earlier...



They woke up later with headaches pounding in their temples, and a blank hole of memory as to why they were on a train...



In the meantime, Rosie happily swung down from the parlour car, and breezed over to a local's flower cart. With a bright, knowing smile, she plucked a rose free, and pinned it to her lapel. She dropped the coin to pay for it, and when she bent over to pick it up, secreted the parchment into the hidden compartment in the cart...



Another six dozen more, to be chilled, wrapped, and sent to the factory...because perfume, yes...??