"Sir, I just can't do this," Lieutenant Gaeta reported to his temporary C.O., Colonel Tigh. "I don't know what Baltar has done to this thing, but the code loop will report everyone as being human, no matter what I do"

Gaeta sat in front of the same keyboard Gaius Baltar used to validate humans as being human. He looked over the pair of twin monitors at his superior, Gaeta's eyes tired and sleepy. It had been hours or days, the young man didn't know which, since he'd been to his rack, or even the head for that matter.

Tigh stared at the young man, whose face pleaded for assistance. "Okay, you want Sharon up here to look at it?"

"What can she do?"

"She may not be able to write the program, but she may be able to tell you something about the biology."

"Yes, sir, that could be helpful."

Tigh walked to the door of the compartment and picked up the clunky old handset of a phone from its cradle. He called the secondary brig and ordered the Marines to escort Sharon to the lab. The soldiers were to clear each corridor before bringing her through so that no member of the crew would try to harm the most precious prisoner in Colonial history. Ten long minutes passed before Valerii, surrounded by four guards, entered the lab, the same lab where she was pronounced to be human.

"Sir, I don't know much about these computers. I'll try though," Sharon told Tigh.

"Do the best you can. I'm going to go see the old man."

"Yes, sir," Sharon and Gaeta said at the same time.

Tigh ordered the guards to protect the room as if it was the brig and also ordered them to quietly activate the audio and video surveillance equipment installed after Baltar tried to destroy some computer equipment. Tigh left and walked through Galactica's hallways to the main sick bay. 29 hours had passed since Bill Adama took two rounds to the midsection. Doc Cottle and his team managed to operate and stabilize the Commander, but not before he faced significant blood loss. The senior Adama would face another round of surgery, but his life would continue, so said the medical staff.

"Bill," Tigh said apprehensively, scared a bit of the medical monitors surrounding Adama's bed.

"How are we doing?"

"Not bad. No word from Starbuck yet. Lee's acting as X.O. for now. We're just getting ready to get outta here if they show up."

"Why?" Adama asked without definition.

"She's a Cylon, and she's also cooperating…"

"Don't trust her…"

"I don't have a choice, she blew up a base ship. She's told me a lot, given us a lot of good information. We know what the 12 look like now, and you'd be surprised at who we found."

"Who's that?" Bill asked softly.

"Zarek. She told us about him." Tigh went on to tell Commander Adama about the rigged Cylon detector and the results, which Tigh found to be as Sharon had explained. "She's telling us everything."

"Keep one eye on her. This isn't over."

"I am. But for now, she is useful."

"Agreed," Adama uttered grudgingly.

"Visiting hours are over," Cottle said from behind Tigh. The doctor took a deep drag off his cigarette and practically exhaled into Tigh's face.

"Go," Adama said. "Keep my ship running like you always have."

"Yes, sir," Tigh said sharply, snapping to a crisp salute.

In the lab, the Marines grew tired of listening to Sharon detail things about Cylon biology to Gaeta, who searched through endless lines of computer code looking for the fractions of information Sharon could tell him. 90 minutes after starting their search, the second guard left the room.

The moment the guard stepped outside, Gaeta stopped typing and grabbed Sharon's hand. Valerii had leaned down to watch the computer monitor but had not taken a seat on one of the high stools in the lab.

"You are a traitor to your God," Gaeta said slowly and deliberately. "You will pay for this treachery. When I finish killing you, you will not find another body waiting on you. Your soul is gone."

Before Sharon could scream, Gaeta's other hand covered her mouth. He slammed Valerii onto a table, released her hand, and put his now free hand on her throat.

"Good bye, blasphemer," Gaeta said evilly as he squeezed Sharon's throat.

Mere seconds later, two rounds from a Marine's sidearm penetrated the bridge officer's forehead, splattering blood onto Sharon and the laboratory equipment. Sharon took a moment to recover as two of the guards helped her off the table. Tigh ran into the room just as the excitement ended.

"What happened?"

"It's all on camera," one of the guards said. "Gaeta grabbed her and started attacking. We came in and stopped him."

"He was talking like a Cylon," Sharon said. "He caught me by surprise."

"You drew those 12…"

"Then there must be more," Sharon said ominously. "There must be more that I don't know about."

"What now?" Tigh muttered to himself.

"Let me work on this machine, sir. I saw enough of what Gaeta was doing, I may be able to make it work. No promises, but I'll try."

"Did he hurt you?"

"I've been hurt worse."

"Then carry on," Tigh said. "I need a few minutes in my rack."

"Yes, sir. Colonel, may I make a request?"

"Go on," Tigh responded. "Quickly."

"I'd like one of the guards to stay in the room with me at all times. If there are other Cylons that I don't know about, then I'm not going to be very popular with them."

"I'll see to it," one of the guards in the room said. "We went to the head, sir."

"Dammit, you will not let that happen again!" Tigh yelled as he headed to his quarters.

Tigh thought to himself as he walked into his quarters. He was completely in Sharon's corner, and that wasn't a place he felt comfortable being. She was on Galactica's side, everything she had done to that point after her discovery was fully and completely on the side of the old BSG75 and her crew. Nevertheless, the facts disturbed Tigh. Bill would have to be convinced.

Tigh couldn't sleep immediately, he had things running through his mind that needed resolved. He found a copy of Starbuck's report on the interrogation of the Leoben Conroy model. That damn President ordered him spaced, even after Kara basically promised him that he'd live. As much as Tigh hated the Cylons, some of the things that happened after the destruction of the Colonies lowered the humans to the level of the Cylons. Those images did not sit well with the acting Commander of the Galactica. He determined that he wouldn't allow those feelings to impact what happened to Sharon. They couldn't – or the humans would be no better than those galmogging Cylons. And that simply couldn't be allowed to happen.