A/N: Real life turned tragic and I lost the will and time to work on this story for a while. The muse has been slow in returning and this chapter was difficult for me to write. However, here it is. My apologies to everyone who has been waiting for an update on this story. I hope you haven't forgotten about it. Now that things have started to settle down, I hope to be a little more consistent with updating.

Thanks to all for your support, reviews and patience.

Rebellion, Chapter 11

Lee had decided that Kara was right. The thought made him stop doing push-ups and laugh. He hadn't seen her in months, yet she was still telling him what to do.

The exercise was sending a sharp stabbing pain through his shoulder, and his lungs were burning, but he kept at it. He had to be strong if he was going to get out of here, though how he was getting out of here was still a problem to be solved.

He heard a movement outside his cell door and stopped to listen. The door handle moved slightly as whoever it was released the lock and he tensed as the door slowly opened. Someone was here to 'question' him.

But a familiar figure stepped quietly through the door and stood in front of him, regarding him nervously. Lee instinctively knew that it was Boomer, the raptor pilot that had served under him for almost a year before her cylon nature took over. This was the toaster that had shot his father.

"What do you want?" He asked through clenched teeth.

Her head snapped up at the anger in his voice and she looked him defiantly in the eye. "Don't forget where you are." She warned, but he glared at her, unmoved by the threat.

"I know you don't believe me," she continued, "but I loved The Old Man. He was like a father to me."

"So you shot him?" Lee asked sarcastically.

She recoiled as if slapped. "I didn't know what I was. I had no control over it." She said quietly. "I loved Galen, I loved Adama. The crew of Galactica was like a family to me."

"And now?"

She hung her head. "I'm not that person anymore. I can't deny what I am, but I do know that not all of us want to see the human race annihilated."

"Really?" Lee replied in disbelief. "I didn't get that impression back at the school when Centurions murdered all those people."

Boomer's eyes flashed with anger. "You have Anders to thank for that."

"That's a lie." Lee shouted. "He had no reason to --"

"He sold your family out to us to save his own." She interrupted. "We had his wife. He gave us Kara and Thea to get her back."

Lee's heart stopped at the mention of his family. "Are they alive?" He had to ask, even though he dreaded what the answer might be.

"Yes. But I don't know where they are." She responded, anticipating his next question.

He turned away from her in frustration.

"I hope you find them." She whispered behind him, but when he turned around to face her, she was gone.

And his cell door was open.

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It was night time. The prison was quiet and the other cells dark. The dim light of the corridor was not enough for him see how many were occupied, but he made a mental note of their number. Freeing the prisoners here and then blowing the frakking place to the gods was going to be a priority when he returned to the resistance.

A mumbled conversation stopped him just before he rounded a corner. He carefully peered around the wall just in time to see two Cylons walking down the hall away from him. Lee let out a silent sigh of relief and continued.

Except for having to bypass the guards outside the prison door, the rest of his escape was surprisingly easy.

Until he reached the streets.

New Caprica Police were raiding tents and loading civilians, dragged from their beds screaming and forced at gunpoint, into the backs of transport trucks. It was hard to tell in the dark, but Lee was pretty sure he recognized a few of them.

He followed the slow moving trucks, staying low and hidden so as not to be noticed by the NCP's who were following the trucks and making sure no one jumped out the open backs. They couldn't be taking all of these people to prison.

Lee thought about it. The NCP's didn't raid every tent. They didn't take every civilian. Even some who tried to fight them. They simply pushed them out of the way and continued to carry out their objective.

Which was?

Laura Roslin and Tom Zarek; they were political leaders, but Cally Tyrol? Why would the Cylons target her?

The resistance.

Except for Tom Zarek, everyone on that truck had some association with the resistance.

No. They weren't taking those people to prison, but Lee had a pretty good idea where they were taking them.

He had to find the Chief.

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Galen Tyrol's mouth dropped to the floor when Lee Adama walked into the temple.

"Well, frak me sideways." He began with a smile. He stood up ready with a friendly "Welcome back" and a thousand questions, but the urgent look on Lee's face stopped him.

"There are two truck loads of people - Cylon prisoners - headed up towards the hills." Lee said without preamble. "I think they're taking them up there to execute them."

"You saw this?" Felix asked, looking up from the computer.

"Just now as I was walking through town." Lee replied then turned back Galen. "They had Cally."

Panic spread across Galen's face. "We have to do something."

"We will." Lee replied. "Felix and I will get a team together. You need to get Nicky someplace safe then meet us back here."

Galen nodded. "It's good to have you back." He said, slapping Lee on the shoulder before he ran out of the temple.

Lee closed his eyes and groaned quietly at the pain the friendly gesture sent through his body.

"You ok?" Felix asked.

Lee nodded. "Let's get to work."

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Lee had been right. The Cylons unloaded the trucks and were in the process of gathering everyone together.

They had split the teams into two groups. Galen and his team had gone further up into the hills, while Lee and his team stayed below. The Cylons were taken by surprise and the rescue was over quickly.

As the others assessed their losses and tended to the wounded, Galen filled Lee in on the rescue attempt the Galactica was planning.

"We were certain you were dead, and no offense, but you look like shit." Galen half-joked as they walked back to town.

Lee laughed softly. "Yeah. Better than dead, though."

"Sam said he saw Leoben leave with Thea and you were nowhere to be seen…" Galen stammered, "well, the only way you'd let that little girl go was if you…you know."

Sam. Lee's jaw clenched as he remembered what Boomer had told him. He wondered bitterly if his death had been part of Sam's negotiations with the Cylons. Lee imagined how easy it could have been for a bullet to have struck his daughter and he clenched his fists hard to control the rage rising up inside him.

"Where is Sam?" Lee interrupted, his voice rough, yet surprisingly calm.

Galen shook his head. "He said something about receiving intelligence on where the Cylons might be holding your family and he was going to check it out." Galen paused, visibly conflicted about the next thing he was about to say.

"What is it?" Lee urged.

Galen ran his hand through his hair and sighed in frustration. " I don't know exactly. He's been acting weird ever since you disappeared. I've had people keeping an eye on him, but he's been laying pretty low."

Lee gave the Chief a look of surprise. Maybe what Boomer had told him was correct. But if Sam had sold Kara and Thea out to the Cylons, why would he be searching for them?

"Did he say where he thought they were?" Lee asked, deciding to keep his own suspicions to himself.

Galen nodded. "There's a building outside of town, about 20 clicks north, built by the Cylons. It looks like a power station, but all the power for the tent city and surrounding buildings is generated right here."

Lee nodded. He knew the building.

"He took a team there." Galen finished.

"Is everything set for the rendezvous with Galactica?" Lee asked.

Galen nodded.

"Then get everyone home, Chief. We'll meet you there."

TBC