A/N I learned that Sharon Valerii modeled Cylons is Number-Eight so I will now refer to her as that.
Thursday, 8:00 A.M. local time in London England, Number-Eight took the name of Audrey Butler and another copy of the male Cylon that was turned over to the FBI to be autopsied took the name of Charles Alden. They walked around London for several minutes when they approached a crowded intersection that was roped off because of a movie that was being shot. Both Number-Eight and Charles sustain mostly bruises from the disaster they caused. They made their way to the front of the spectators to see what was going on.
Number-Eight and Charles were watching for five minutes when the director yelled out in a frustrated manner, "Cut." He stormed towards Flora Stratton, the leading actress who he was frustrated with, and continued to shout out, "What do you bloody hell call what you were doing?"
"What am I bloody doing wrong this time," asked Flora.
"You haven't done anything right since this film went into production yesterday," said the director. "How in bloody hell were you able to get cast for this role?"
"Look, I'm a great actress," said Flora. "I don't have to put up with your crap."
"You're a great actress?" the director mocked. Flora just gave the director a smirk. "I can pick a random woman from the spectators who could show me as much talent as you are demonstrating to me for the past two days and if you don't get your bloody head out of your ass I will do just that."
"Go pick out your bloody new leading lady then," said Flora.
"You don't think I'll do it?" asked the director.
"I believe you would, but whoever you pick wouldn't give you the talent that I'm giving you," said Flora.
"Let's find out shall we," said the director. He stepped up to the spectators close to where Number-Eight was standing. After gazing the crowd for a few seconds he pointed to Number-Eight and asked, "You, what's your name, Luv?"
"It's Audrey," she said.
"Come with me Audrey," said the director.
"I heard what you were telling the actress and I can't act," said Number-Eight.
"From what I saw of Flora's performance neither can she and I'm just pulling you out to make a point, so please come with me." said the director.
"I don't know about that," said Number-Eight.
"Audrey, most likely this will be the only ten minutes of your life that you will get in the limelight, so you shouldn't pass up this chance," said the director. "And I'm only doing this to make a point."
Charles whispered in Number-Eight's ear, "You should do it. It's not like anyone will recognize you."
Number-Eight thought for a second. She then said, "I'll do it." She then followed the director onto the set.
The director went over the script with Number-Eight and explained what he wanted her to do. A few minutes later, after everyone was in place, he yell, "And action."
Flora stood off to the side and watched Number-Eight's remarkable performance in a focus manner. The director was pleasantly astounded by Number-Eight's performance and allowed the act to play out to its conclusion. "Cut. Take ten people." The director stepped up to Number-Eight and as Flora was walking up she heard the director say, "I don't know where you get the idea that you can't act. What I saw was great. What are you doing now as for work?"
"I'm actually between jobs," said Number-Eight.
"How would you like to become famous and make more money than you can spend in a life time?" asked the director.
"You're joking," said Number-Eight.
"I don't joke, Audrey, and I'm tired of Flora's substandard performances," said the Director.
"What are you saying?" Flora demanded to know.
The director looked at Flora and said, "I haven't said it yet, but since you ask, you're fired. You have ten minutes to gather your things and get off my set."
"You're firing me and hiring her?" asked Flora.
"You're definitely fired, but Audrey hasn't agreed to take the role yet." As Flora stormed away the director faced Number-Eight and said, "The role is yours. All you have to do is say yes."
"And what happens if I don't take the role?" asked Number-Eight.
"This production gets shut down until a talented actress can be found, but I hope I don't have to shut down production," said the director. "You are who I want to replace Flora with."
Number-Eight pointed at Charles and asked, "Can I talk it over with my friend?'
"Of course," said the director. Number-Eight nodded and walked towards Charles. The director walked up to his film crew. "Every piece of film with Flora in it gets tossed in the trash."
"Yes, Sir," said the leading worker of the film crew.
Number-Eight walked up to Charles and as she gestured to the director she said, "He likes my acting and wants me in the film."
Charles saw cameras going off as dozens of people took his and Number-Eight's picture. He then said, "We do need the money. You should go and asked how much they will pay you for doing it."
"He told me already that it will be more than I will be able to spend in a life time," said Number-Eight.
"Since our faces are not known then this will be the time to do it," said Charles.
"All right; I will," said Number-Eight. She then turned and walked back towards the director.
The director watched Number-Eight walking in his direction and when she stepped up he asked, "So what's your answer?"
"I'll do it," said Number-Eight.
"Splendid." The director then yelled out. "Stacy, let's get Audrey in makeup and wardrobe."
As Stacy was walking towards Audrey, she said, "Yes Sir."
5:30 A.M. local time in Washington D.C. at the Whitehouse the President of the United States was walking into the Oval Office to meet Clarence Wilier, the head of the CIA.
Clarence was sitting down holding a report and when the president walked in, he stood up and stuck out his hand to shake hands.
As the president shook his hand he asked, "It's still too earlier in the morning to be a pleasure call, so what is it?"
As the president and Clarence sat down, Clearance asked, "Have you heard about Flight 209?"
"I heard about it," said the president. "Only twenty-five people were killed out of about four hundred people and because the death toll was so low, the reporters are calling it the miracle flight."
"I'm afraid a miracle had nothing to do with it, Mr. President," said Clarence.
"What are you talking about, Clarence?" asked the president.
Clarence read the first page of the report, "Dr. Kimberly Elizabeth O'Brian, a surgical intern and a known psychic to her local police department, ID three of the victims of flight 209 as being Cylons after getting a psychic vision when one of the Cylons grabbed her arm…"
"Hold it right there," said the president.
"Is there anything wrong, Mr. President?" asked Clarence.
"I have two things," said the president. "One, I'm extremely skeptical that Cylons even exist along with being skeptical that the formulas we got are from anything other than a disgruntle scientist of some country. Two, if the Cylons do exist, I thought they were machines and not humans or even an organic beings."
"According to this report these Cylons are human clones, Mr. President," said Clarence. "One of the clones was DOA and the local FBI agency claimed the body to be autopsied; that body is as we speak on its here to be autopsied. One of the other Cylons is being trailed while the third is listed in critical condition at the local hospital. We do not know at this time how many Cylons there are. Most likely there are other countries that have been infiltrated also."
"Okay; one, I want the terrorist threat level raised to code orange," said the president. "Two, as soon as the results from the autopsy come in, I want to know about it. Three, keep those suspected Cylons under surveillance. And that's as far as I want to go until we know for sure that the three that the psychic has identified as Cylons are indeed Cylons. I don't want to be the president to go on a witch hunt."
"Yes, Mr. President," said Clarence. He and the president stood up and left the Oval Office.
6:30 A.M. local time in Beth's hometown, Beth was in her bedroom with her wet hair wrapped in a towel and wearing a bathrobe. While sitting at her vanity desk she used the speakerphone feature on her phone and dialed it. As the phone was ringing she picked up her makeup brush and began applying makeup. A folder with the report she wrote out on the Cylons set on the vanity.
The phone rang three times before a woman named Mindy answered with a sluggish voice, "Hello."
"I'm sorry, Mindy, if I woke you, but I'm looking for Austin," said Beth.
"Beth, that idiot Austin got caught violating his parole two nights ago and was sent back to complete his sentence," said Mindy.
"Damn him," Beth blurted out. "I need his computer skills again."
"I thought you were through with all of that," said Mindy.
"I thought I was too, but something came up that I need his skills one last time," said Beth. "Anyway, I figure something out. Thanks, Mindy."
"You're welcome," said Mindy. "Bye, Beth."
"Bye," said Beth.
Beth looked at her door leading into the living room as she was hitting the button to hang up the phone. A second later there was a knock on her front door. She put down her makeup brush and went to open the front door.
Keith was in the hallway outside Beth's apartment carrying two cups of coffee and when the door opened he said, "Morning, Sis." He lifted up one of the cups. "I brought you some coffee."
As Beth took the cup, she said, "Thanks for the coffee. Why are you here though?"
"Can I come in?" asked Keith.
"Of course." As Beth backed up, Keith walked in. Beth again asked, "So why are you here?"
"For some reason mom thinks that I can convince you about you and Ryan getting back together," said Keith. "I'm staying out of it though, except I do need mom to believe that I attempted."
Beth looked at Keith in a curious manner and asked, "And why do you want mom to believe that?"
"Because I don't want her mad at me before springing my big news on her," said Keith.
"May I asked what that news is?" asked Beth.
"I took LeAnn to a romantic restaurant last night and asked her to marrying me," said Keith. Beth looked at Keith in an awing manner. "She said yes."
"Keith; you and LeAnn have only been dating for three months," said Beth.
"Yeah, but I've known her and have been in love with her for two years," said Keith. "Please be happy for me."
Beth made a polite grinned and said, "Of course I'm happy for you." Beth then hugged Keith while using her free hand and after ending the hug she kissed Keith on the cheek. Keith just smiled. "So have you set a date yet?"
"LeAnn wants a May wedding," said Keith.
"Congratulations," said Beth. She then gestured towards her bedroom. "I need to put on my makeup and get ready for work. You're welcome to sit and talk to me as I put on makeup."
"No offense, sis, but watching you put on makeup is not how I want to spend my morning," said Keith.
Beth grinned and said, "Suit yourself."
"Besides, I actually have a breakfast date with LeAnn and her parents," said Keith. "We're planning to tell them the happy news. Oh and you are the only one I've told about the engagement so please keep it to yourself for now."
"Mums, the word," said Beth.
"Thanks." Keith gestured towards the door. "Well I better go."
"Bye, and thanks for the coffee," said Beth.
"You're welcome." Keith didn't turn towards the door and when Beth looked at him in an inquisitive manner, he said, "Oh I almost forgot, I've finally decided what I want to shoot for as a career."
"What's that?" asked Beth.
"An architect," said Keith. "LeAnn's dad is an architect and when I saw his work, I thought that was something I can become."
"Is it your idea to become an architect or is it LeAnn's idea?" asked Beth.
"It's mine," said Keith. "LeAnn doesn't care what field I go into. She does want me to pick something before graduation though."
"So what does LeAnn think of your choice?" asked Beth.
"Oh, I haven't even told her yet," said Keith. "I actually wanted your opinion on this before I say anything to anyone."
"Keith, I can't and won't give you my opinion on you being an architect," said Beth. "If this is truly what you want out of life then your opinion is the only one that matters."
"That's just it Beth, other than being with LeAnn, I don't know what I want from life." Keith then asked in a sincere manner, "I am biologically your brother, aren't I?"
Beth looked at Keith in a confused manner and said, "Of course you are. Why in hell would you even question that?"
"You knew that you wanted to be a doctor at the age of twelve and Brandon knew that he wanted to be a cop before graduating high school," said Keith. "I'm twenty-one and I'm basically leaning towards architecture just because I think I would be good at it."
"Keith, I think your biggest problem is mom," said Beth. "Mom has her mind set on you becoming the fifth generation of lawyer and for most of your teenaged life, you've been considering it. You never really had the chance to think about what you want to become."
"So what should I do?" asked Keith.
"Okay, if we are going to continue this discussion, we need to move it in my bedroom so I can put on my makeup," said Beth.
"It's okay," said Keith. "I need to be going anyway."
Before Keith was able to turn towards the door, Beth said, "If you think you can be good at architecture then I don't see anything wrong with doing that until you can decide what you want out of life. And if you really good at it, you can design my dream house." Beth then showed a big grin.
Keith grinned and shook his head. He then said, "I'll see you later."
"Hey, you should come by the hospital later during visiting hours," said Beth.
"Why?" asked Keith.
"One of dad's brothers, Uncle Archer, was admitted last night with a mild heart attack…" said Beth.
"I never met any of dad's brothers or sisters," said Keith. "Or any of his other relatives for as that matters,
"I know," said Beth. "I just thought you might want to. Uncle Archer doesn't live anywhere near here and once he gets released, he and his family are going home."
"I'll think about it," said Keith. "Bye."
"Bye," said Beth.
Beth watched Keith as he left her apartment. When the door had shut behind Keith, she turned and entered her bedroom. She took a sip of her coffee before putting it down next to her makeup. She then sat down and while using her speakerphone feature, she called her mother's cell phone.
Beth began applying makeup again before Valerie answered with, "So Kimberly, you are talking to me. Since you didn't call me back last night I was wondering."
Beth said as she was applying her makeup, "I didn't call you back because I didn't want to hear you talk about Ryan."
"Maybe I called you for something else," said Valerie.
"In any case, I'm calling you to tell you that I briefly talked to Ryan last night and he knows that I have no interest on getting back together with him. So you don't have to send anyone else after Keith to talk to me."
"So you talked to Keith?" asked Valerie.
"He just left here," said Beth. "I also don't know where you got the idea that Keith could convince me into getting back together with Ryan because that will never happen."
"I think you made a mistake, but fine," said Valerie. "You won't hear another word from me about Ryan."
"Thank you, Mom," said Beth. "Well, I'm going to let you go. I have to finish putting on makeup; brush my hair and get dressed."
"Bye," said Valerie.
"Bye, mom," said Beth. She then pressed the button to hang up.
The Cylons who went to Brazil, Argentina, Egypt and Angola were frustrated for being in a third world country. They judged the threat of Earth from where they were standing and assumed that the threat of Earth was nonexistent.
The Cylons who went to Edmonton Canada, Australia, Lanzhou China and Yakutsk Russia were more reluctant to make any bold judgment on the Earth's defenses.
7:45 A.M. in Beth's hometown, Number-Six stepped up to the front door of Gregg Rose's two-story house. She was wearing a coat that Father Marlow had given her. At first she looked around for a second. She then saw the button for the doorbell, and pressed it.
Inside the house, Gregg's golden retriever went to barking. Upstairs Gregg, while dripping wet from taking a shower, was putting on his pants has he was walking towards the stairs.
At the front door, Number-Six was walking towards the street and was a short distance from the front door when Gregg opened the door. Number-Six heard the front door and then the screen door opening. When she turned to look, she saw a man wearing only a pair of jeans and holding his dog by the collar. She called out, "Are you Gregg Rose?"
The dog continued to bark at Number-Six.
"That's me," said Gregg. "Who are you?"
"I'm Savannah Hill," she said. "I heard that you are looking for an assistant and I would like to apply."
"Ms. Hill, I do admire your enthusiasm for wanting the job, but I'm barely functional at this time in the morning," said Gregg.
"Should I come back?" asked Number-Six.
Gregg thought for a second. He then said, "Since you are here, you might as well come in."
"I don't think that your friend will allow that," said Number-Six.
"Oh-uh, Rusty is all bark and no bite," said Gregg.
"I'm not calling you a liar, but can you please do something with Rusty," said Number-Six.
Gregg gestured for her to wait and said, "Give me a minute." He turned his attention towards his dog. "Come Rusty."
"Thanks," said Number-Six. Number-Six watched as the screen door and then the front door shutting. She then turned and looked around the area. She spotted five pre-teenage kids at the street corner. Each kid had his or her book bag on his or her back. A couple of minute later, Number-Six's attention was drawn to the school bus that was pulling up in front of the kids.
As she watched the kids getting on the bus, Gregg, now wearing a shirt, reopened the front door. Number-Six turned to look and as Gregg was opening the screen door he said, "Okay, Rusty is in my bedroom behind a closed door."
As Number-Six was walking towards the door, she said, "Appreciate you doing that."
"No problem," said Gregg. Number-Six stepped into the house. "We can go into the kitchen."
Number-Six gestured for him to walk and said, "Lead the way."
As Number-Six was walking behind Gregg, she was looking over the décor of the house. Rusty's barking was heard throughout the house.
After they entered the kitchen, Gregg gestured to a seat at the kitchen table and said, "Have a seat." Without saying a word, Number-Six sat down. Gregg sat down and continued to say, "Ms. Hill…"
"I prefer Savannah," she said.
"Okay, Savannah and you should call me Gregg," he said.
"Okay," said Number-Six.
"Savannah, I've been working from my home, but within the last month alone, the number of my clients has more than doubled," said Gregg. "I'm basically being force from working at home to having to rent a reasonable size office. I've rented the office Monday and now I need someone… a secretary to answer the phone; do some filing; a small amount of typing and to assist me from time to time as I show a house to prospective buyers. Do you have secretarial experience?"
"No, but I can handle the work you just describe," said Number-Six.
"If you are hired, the type of work you will be handling will be fairly simple and you're right, you shouldn't have any problems with it," said Gregg. "It's just that whoever I hire will be dealing with legal documents and house deeds. I just figure that things would go a lot easier if I hired someone with secretarial experience; however, it's not crucial for who I hire to have that experience."
"I am a fast learner and it won't take me long to master the type of work that you want done," said Number-Six.
"Well, the hours will be from ten in the morning to six in the evening, Monday through Friday," said Gregg. "Now I only make money when I sell a house, and at this time my finances is not all that great so your pay won't be all that great; not at first anyway. But if things keep improving for me as they have been then you will have a raise in no time. Are you still interesting in the job?"
"How much will I be paid?" asked Number-Six.
"I can start you out with eight dollars an hour which is more than a dollar above minimum wage," said Gregg. "Now if you're still interested the job yours."
"If you're offering more than minimum wage then most likely I'm better off working for you, so yes; I want it," said Number-Six. "When do I start?"
"I would like it if you can start today; perhaps today around eleven," said Gregg. "If not, when can you start?"
"Actually today is fine," said Number-Six.
"Good, let me write down the address to the shop and you can meet me there at eleven." Gregg stood up and as he walked to a drawer that had paper and pencils he continued to say, "Oh and you will need to provide the basic information; such as your social security number and your ID to prove who you say you are." He then opened the drawer and pulled out a pad of paper and pencil.
Number-Six looked at Gregg in a slight concerned manner and said, "I might not be able to get the basic information today."
"It's not a must for you to have it today, but I'll need it before I write you a payroll check." He then wrote out the address to the office as he said, "Uncle Sam has to get his fair share, and the IRS doesn't like it when someone doesn't pay." Number looked at Gregg in a confused manner. She was about ready to ask a question, but decided not to. When Gregg was done writing he stepped up to Number-Six and held out the piece of paper for her to take. "Here is the address to the office. Just be there at eleven."
"I will," said Number-Six. She stood up. "Well, I'll go, so you can get dress."
"I'll walk you to the door," said Gregg.
"I can let myself out," said Number-Six.
"I have to walk by the front door anyway to get to the stairs," said Gregg.
Number-Six just said, "Ah." She and Gregg then walked towards the front door.
When they reached the front door, Gregg opened it and said, "I'll see you in a few hours; bye."
"Bye," said Number-Six. She then walked out.
Gregg shut the door and went up stairs.
8:20 A.M. local time at the university hospital Beth, while carrying a chart belonging to Joseph (Joe) Edwards, walked into an examination room. Beth's hair was in a ponytail and when she walked in she saw the man from the bar who was asking for medical advice.
Joe looked at Beth as soon as she walked in. As he gave her a confused look he said, "You lied to me last night."
As Beth stepped up, she said, "I'm Dr. O'Brian. And in what way did I lie to you?"
"You told me that you weren't a doctor when you are a doctor," said Joe.
As Beth put Joe's chart down next to Joe, she said, "Actually, you told me that I wasn't a doctor. I just went along with it."
"You could've saved me from coming here if you would've looked at me last night," said Joe.
"Mr. Edwards, if I would've treated you last night, I would've risked not getting my medical license and that is one thing that I won't do," said Beth. "So the only medical advice I'll give anyone outside the hospital is for that person to go to the hospital or to a doctor's office. Now I'm ready to see that rash you have if you still want to show it to me."
With out saying another word Joe unfastened his trousers and exposed his waistline to show the rash. He then said, "I hope it's not that flesh eating virus."
As Beth looked at the rash, she asked, "Mr. Edwards, are you married?"
"Doc, I'm old enough to be your dad," said Joe.
Beth grinned and said, "Perhaps I like older men and you are cute, but I actually have another reason why I'm asking if you are married. So are you married?"
"I'm a widower," said Joe.
"So do you do your own laundry?" asked Beth.
"I do, and why are you asking me these weird questions?" asked Joe.
"I have one more question and I'll then tell you why you have that rash and the cure for it," said Beth. "Within a few days… perhaps even week before getting the rash, did you change laundry detergent?"
"I did," said Joe. "Is this rash from the detergent?"
"I'm afraid so," said Beth. "You are having an allergic reaction to the detergent. Do you know if you are allergic to any medications?"
"I didn't know that I even had allergies," said Joe.
Beth grinned as she pulled out her prescription pad. She then said, "Well, I'm going to prescribe you an ointment that will help clear up that rash, but you'll need to buy a different detergent and rewash everything; otherwise this ointment will be a waste of time to even get filled." She continued to say as she was writing the prescription, "I'm also recommending over the counter Benadryl." She then ripped off the prescription from her pad and handed it to Joe. "You can refasten your pants and follow me to the nurse's station."
As Joe was fastening his pants, he asked, "Doctor, why don't I have a rash all over?"
Joe was standing up as Beth said, "Eventually the rash could've spread, but the rash appeared around your waistline first because the elastic of your underwear is pressing against your skin. Now if you are ready, you can follow me to the nurse's station."
Joe gestured for Beth to go first. Beth walked out of the examination room followed by Joe. Beth was writing in Joe's chart when Joe asked, "Doctor, why were you asking me if I was married?"
"Well, there are some married men who would do the laundry, but in most marriages the women are the ones who do the laundry," said Beth. "If your wife was still alive, Mr. Edwards, most likely I would've had to ask her about if the detergent was changed."
"True," said Joe. "Doctor, what if my rash doesn't go away?"
"If you don't see an improvement from one to two weeks then you should come back, but once you rewash everything with a detergent that you know you're not allergic to, I expect that you'll see an improve within a few days," said Beth.
As they were approaching the nurse's station, Joe asked, "So I should go back to the detergent that I was using before?"
"That would be the safest thing to do," said Beth. They then stepped up to the nurse's station. Beth saw Dr. Snyder and a strange man looking over some records. Dr. Snyder was the chief surgeon of the hospital. "Mr. Edwards, Sophie will take over from here."
As Beth was handing Joe's chart to Sophie, Sophie noticed that Beth was watching Dr. Snyder with a fixed attention.
"Is there anything wrong, Dr. O'Brian?" asked Sophie.
"Nothing's wrong," said Beth "Who's that guy with Dr. Snyder?"
"He's from the airline," said Sophie. "There is a discrepancy between the number of people injured and the flight manifest."
"Are they missing passengers?" asked Joe.
"There're actually more people who were injured than what there should've been," said Sophie.
"There were injured motorist in the incident too along with their passengers," said Beth.
"All of the motorist and passengers of the cars were identified and they're still coming up with more wounded than what there should be," said Sophie. "Like that Jane Doe up in ICU. There's no record of her being on the plane and she's not one of the motorists. Anyway Doctor, Agent Mitchell of the FBI is in the waiting room and wants to talk to you."
"Uh-oh," said Joe.
Beth grinned and said, "I was expecting him, so I'm not in trouble. In fact, Sophie, he's here to get the interoffice envelope I had placed under the counter by your knees. Can you give it to me please? My name is on it."
"Of course," said Sophie. She then reached down for the envelope.