Mason sighed and rested her chin on top of one of the boxes of supplies. "You think that they would be punctual. I mean, we do have the supplies that constitute their continued survival. Hello? Important!"

"Shhh," Brody hissed, pulling out his gun. "I hear something."

"It's just them," Mason replied but didn't move anyway.

Within seconds, a group of people burst out of the overgrown forest that ran all the way up to the steps of the Delphi Museum. "Put your hands in the air and take a step away from the boxes," yelled a woman at the front of the pack.

"Frak off, Sue-Shaun. We got your supplies, now where are our blueprints?"

"Frak off yourself, Thrace. Stand up and keep your hands where I can see them."

"Is this because of what happened with Ten Point?" Mason said, standing up and doing as the ex-pyramid player asked. "Because a girl has a right to protect herself."

"What did you do to Ten Point?" Brody hissed as he raised his own hands.

"He tried to take advantage of me," Mason shrugged.

"It took us an hour to stop the bleeding," Sue-Shaun said as she walked over to stand in front of the two pilots. "And he claims he has no feeling anymore."

"Come on," Mason scoffed. "All you resistance folk are sterile from prolonged exposure to high levels of radiation. He had no need for that thing anyway."

"Mason!" Brody whispered. "Please tell me you didn't do what I think you did."

Mason bit her lip and gave a small shrug before putting her hands down. "So, where are our plans, Sue-Shaun?"

The woman hesitated a moment before reaching into her back pack and pulling out a well-faded piece of paper. "Here's the last map we have of the building. Don't lose it." Sue-Shaun slapped it into Mason's outstretched hand, shooting her one more pissed off look before she turned to leave.

"You're welcome," Mason yelled after them. She rolled her eyes. "They're so ungrateful."

"You're not an easy person to want to give thanks to," Brody muttered.

"You love me and you know it," she said with a laugh. "Let's go and something useful, flyboy."

Brody once again found himself trailing behind his best friend, wondering why he always allowed her to pull him into her messes. He could lie and say that it was because she was the most important person in the world to him and he couldn't stand the thought of her being on her own during these tough times, which technically was true. Or he could admit that it was fun and he loved the adrenaline rush, which was more accurate.

"See anything?" Brody asked after a few more minutes of turning down this dark corridor and avoiding decaying piles of things he didn't even want to know about. They had been tiptoeing down dark corridors for over half an hour, hoping the walls wouldn't give way while they were still in the building.

"No." Mason sighed and stopped in front of an empty glass class. "I don't think there's anything's left in this place."

Brody stared at the empty marble hand in the case before leaning in to read what was left of the information plaque. "'Arrow of Apollo'. Hmmm. I'd say that was a sign from the gods… if only there was actually something in there."

"Your father was a good man, but he was not a god," Mason sneered.

"Your mother seemed to think so," Brody shot back.

Mason turned and shook her head at him. "Do not turn this into another debate about my mother."

"I wasn't! I'm just saying that Starbuck thought highly of my father. Perhaps he was a god in her eyes."

"He was cute," Mason conceded. "If he wasn't so old and my mother wasn't so damn protective of him, I probably would have fraked him myself."

Brody stared at her in disgust. "That's my father you're talking about," he reminded her. "Gross."

"You asked for it."

Brody tried to push Mason's disturbing image from his mind and started looking around the room. "This is an awfully large room. I'm amazed that it's still in tact."

"Maybe it's because this was the room devoted to the artifacts of the Lords of Kobol. Maybe the gods are still watching over it."

"Well, the gods obviously aren't watching over us. At least not today." Brody sighed as he surveyed the room again. "There's nothing here. So what do we do now?"

"What else? Keep looking until we find something that might help us."

Brody's eyes caught a bit of movement, and he almost laughed aloud at the absurdity that something was actually alive in the old Delphi Museum. Even so, it was better to be safe than sorry. "I think there's something in here," he whispered, pulling his gun out of his holster.

Mason tried to look in the same direction he was. "I don't see anything."

"Something was moving over there a few seconds ago."

"Put the gun away and stop being so jumpy."

"I swear to the gods, Mason, I saw something."

"Like what? A Lord of Kobol in human form sent here to guide our steps? You've been reading too much scripture, Brody."

Brody was about to answer her when a voice interrupted. "I'm not a Lord of Kobol if that's really what you're expecting."

The two pilots turned to see a thin girl step out of the shadows of the domed room. Her clothes looked like they had been worn every day since the Cylon Holocaust and hung loosely on her body. Her face looked gaunt, an obvious sign that the girl had been eating little and yet the stranger's eyes glowed with a brightness that did not match the rest of her appearance. Neither Mason nor Brody had ever seen anything like it.

Mason wasn't surprised for long, though. She drew both her guns from her belt and trained on the newcomer. "Who the frak are you?"

"My name is Isabel. This is my home."

"You've been staying in this highly trafficked, highly radioactive area since the Cylons attacked?" Brody asked.

"Don't be stupid," Mason interjected before the girl could respond. "She doesn't even look old enough to drive. She wasn't alive when the Holocaust happened."

"I'm seventeen," Isabel corrected stubbornly. "And just because I wasn't alive when the Cylons first attacked doesn't mean I haven't had to hide from them all my life. I am stuck on this planet so I had to live somewhere. This place seemed as good as any."

Mason shot Brody a funny look. They didn't know who this girl was, but she was much too free with the information. It was popping up red flags all over the place.

"Where are your parents?" Brody asked, trying his best to ignore how odd this whole situation was and stay logical. There were at least two Cylon models out there that hadn't been identified yet, and this girl could easily be one of them. It would certainly explain her behavior and presence in the museum.

"My mother died when she accidentally stumbled upon a Centurian. I was only two years old. My brother and sister died in the Cylon attacks long before I was born so I never even knew them. It was just my father and me up until I was ten. When he realized that the radiation was killing him, he taught me everything I needed to know to survive. Been on my own ever since."

"And you've been surviving without anyone else's help since then?"

"Yeah. Is that so hard to believe?" Isabel raised her chin in defiance of Mason's open skepticism.

Mason's mind jumped to all the children who had grown up with them on their little, nameless planet. They had only had her mother, Lee, and Old Cal. They had raised over forty children, with the help of Mason and Brody when they were old enough, without assistance. It was unconventional, but each child had turned out just fine.

Even so, Mason felt the situation was starting to get a little too strange. It was time to put this kid on the spot. "Why the frak are you talking to us?" she demanded.

"Smooth, Mason," Brody whispered.

"I want an answer," she barked at Isabel.

"You're the first humans I've seen in over three months."

"How do you know we're not machines?" Mason asked.

"I know each and every model of Cylon. You are not Cylons."

"Handy. So I take it you've met the Resistance?" Mason asked as she lowered her guns. She didn't feel comfortable enough to put them away, but the least she could do was get them out of Isabel's face.

"I avoid them. They're kind of creepy when you get right down to it. I mean, they've been here for twenty years or so, and they haven't once tried to get off the planet. What's up with that?"

"You've been here seventeen," Brody pointed out.

"And I've tried to find a way off every day," Isabel said. She gave him a small shrug before twisting to pull a gun out from behind her back. "Some of it hasn't been so easy."

"Damnit," Mason swore as she raised her guns again. "I knew you were fraked up in the head, but I didn't think you were insane."

"I'm not going to shoot you," Isabel said. "You're obviously stuck on this planet, too. I thought you might be able to help me."

"Why?"

"I've been tracking you two the whole time you've been in this museum. I can see the hope in both of you. It's in every single thing you do. That makes you different from every single person in the Resistance. Like them, I reconciled myself to dying a long time ago. " She shrugged. "I've grown up knowing that all I had to look forward to was dying, but I never really accepted it. I figured there had to be a way off of this gods-forsaken planet. I will do whatever and I will kill whomever I have to as long as it gets me away from here. I just want to make that clear."

There was only a small click as Isabel ejected the magazine of her gun and flung the useless piece of metal towards Brody. Mason watched as the girl turned to look at her, tears pooling in her eyes. "I need to get off this planet before it kills me," she whispered. "Before I turn into something I abhor. Please. Help me."

Mason turned to Brody and saw her own surprise and confusion mirrored in his eyes. He had no idea what to do with this mysterious Isabel character either. And he was deferring to her judgment like always.

She turned back to look at the girl in front of her. There was something in her eyes that told Mason she wasn't making this up. She looked desperate.

"You remind me of myself," Mason said with a laugh as she holstered both her guns. "Way too melodramatic for your own good, kid."

"You're actually going to help me?" Isabel said, staring in awe at the woman in front of her.

"You're actually going to help her?" Brody repeated.

"Shut up, Brody. She's just another lost child like the rest of us." Mason turned to look at the girl in question. "We'll do what we can, but I can't promise anything."

Brody sighed and put his own gun away. "Does this mean we're done with the pointless searching?"

"For now," Mason answered. She held the map out to him. "Hold on to this. We'll be coming back."

Brody groaned but took the piece of paper from her and shoved it into the pocket on his thigh.

Mason smirked at him. "Cheer up, Brod. This way, we'll get home in time for an afternoon nap!"