Agent Mitchell was waiting patiently in the moderately crowded waiting room. When he saw Beth walking his way, he stood up and walked towards her.
Beth held out the interoffice for Agent Mitchell to take and said, "I have more information for you than the pictures I'd promised you. It's in the interoffice."
"What kind of information?" asked Agent Mitchell.
Beth looked around the room at the crowd and said, "I don't think you want me saying with all these people around. Besides, everything is in the interoffice."
Agent Mitchell took out the papers and looked at them. The top seven pages were drawings of known Cylons that the people from the colonies had discovered. The rest of the pages were what she had learned from Dr. Salik, which included of how many suspected Cylons there are; the physiology differences between the humans from Earth and the human from the colonies and the information on how the Cylons can be resurrected from the dead after being download into another body.
Agent Mitchell looked at most of the pages and said, "Where did you get your information?"
"I can't really say, but the information I handed you is genuine," said Beth.
"Dr. O'Brian, the condition of me not charging you with assault on a federal agent does depend on your full cooperation," said Agent Mitchell. "Now even though I didn't arrest you last night, I can still make an arrest. I have to recheck the book to be sure of the statue of limitation, but I believe I can press charges at any point after several months of the assault. Now, do I have to arrest you or are you going to tell me where you got this information? And don't tell me it's from a vision because these papers are too long and too complete to be from a vision."
"If I tell you, there's a chance you will arrest me on other charges besides assault," said Beth.
"An assault on a federal agent is a big offence alone and most likely you will lose your medical license if I press charges against you for assaulting me," said Agent Mitchell.
"I have another six months of internship before I'm eligible to get my medical license," said Beth
"Well, if you don't come clean, I will press charges and you won't get that license," said Agent Mitchell. "So which will it be?"
Beth took a deep breath. She then said barely loud enough for Agent Mitchell to hear, "I'm the friendly voice from the twelve colonies of Kobol. I am indirectly in contact with the humans from the twelve colonies."
"How are you in contact with the people from the twelve colonies?" asked Agent. Mitchell.
"The short version, I'm able to astral project, and I astral projected to colonies and speak to one of them." said Beth.
"That's interesting enough that I'll need the long version," said Agent Mitchell.
"Well, the long version starts when I was abducted by space aliens when I was fourteen…" said Beth.
"I don't want any bullshit," said Agent Mitchell.
"I'm not bullshitting you," said Beth. "Just after my fourteenth birthday, I was abducted by space alien, and they cloned me. Six others were abducted and cloned also, but during the cloning process something happened to the aliens. The aliens were killed; their ship became a derelict for slightly more than ten years and during that time the seven clones remained in stasis. Last year, in the very beginning of December, the people from the twelve colonies found that derelict and brought the clones out of stasis. My clone, who still goes by the name of Kim, has the same psychic and astral projecting ability as me. I'm able to see her as she astral projects and she's able to see me as I astral project. I communicate with the people of the colonies through Kim."
"Did your clone astral project to you for you to learn about all that?" asked Agent Mitchell.
"Well, when Kim first came out of stasis she wasn't aware that she had astral projecting ability and when she did astral project to me, she was actually astral projecting while she was sleeping. Last year, when I first saw her, I thought she was a ghost that looked a lot like me at age fourteen; except Alicia, a friend of mine who actually has the ability to see ghosts, couldn't see Kim and suggested that Kim might not be a ghost, but someone who is astral projecting. Later that evening I astral projected to Kim and found out about everything."
"That's very interesting," said Agent Mitchell.
"Agent Mitchell, I'm a patriot and I only gave the other nations the formulas because they also need to help defend Earth against the Cylon threat," said Beth. "I didn't do it to commit treason."
"I don't condone what you did, but I actually do admire it," said Agent Mitchell. "What you did actually forced the United States to use the information you gave and not sit on it for ten years."
"How can you be so sure that they would've sat on the information?" asked Beth.
"Our government officials are overly cautious on things like that, but by you giving all the powerful nations the information, it actually sparked a race to build the first interstellar fighter," said Agent Mitchell. "The United States won by one week. Britain came in second, China third, France fourth and then Russia."
"I didn't know about China, France and Russia having fighters like our X-9 Eagle," said Beth.
"They lost the race and therefore, them having their own fighters is not really news worthy," said Agent Mitchell.
"Well, what's going to happen to me now?" asked Beth. "I mean, I did give…"
Agent Mitchell smiled and said, "I know what you mean and I believe that you are a patriot, so I'm not arresting you."
Beth smiled and said, "Thanks."
"I do want to know who helped you to hack into military computers," said Agent Mitchell.
"Why do you think that someone helped me?" asked Beth.
"Your field of occupation is in medicine and not computers, so I find it unlikely that you didn't have help," said Agent Mitchell.
"You're right, Agent Mitchell," said Beth. "The person who helped me just got me into the sites, but I was the one to place the message."
"Who was the person?" asked Agent Mitchell.
"My friend was just helping me out; otherwise my friend wouldn't have done it." Beth continued to say as if to make a stand, "I also promised my friend that I wouldn't tell and I have never broken a promise to anyone. I'm not going to start now."
"You would risk going to prison just to keep a promise?" asked Agent Mitchell.
"I would," said Beth. "If you want to charge me with treason or assault then so be it, but I'm not divulging my friend's name."
"Dr. O'Brian, I admire your conviction to your principles," said Agent Mitchell. "I think in this particular case it's misguided, but that's just me. Anyway, I'm going to ignore your friend's past involvement as long as for now on that I'm the person you come to, to pass information along from the colonies."
Beth nodded and said, "Okay. I agree to your terms. So I can call you when I need to what's your number?"
"I have three numbers for you and I'll store them for you if you hand me your cell phone," said Agent.
Beth grinned. She then pull out her phone and handed it to him. As Agent Mitchell was storing his phone numbers, Beth saw Number-Six walking in.
"Agent Mitchell, I'll be back," said Beth.
Just as Beth walked away, Agent Mitchell asked, "What's going on?"
As Beth was walking away she said, "Savannah's here,"
As Number-Six was walking towards the nurses station, she saw Beth walking towards her. As Number-Six and Beth stepped up to one another, Number-Six said, "Dr. O'Brian, I actually came to see you."
"Is there anything wrong?" asked Beth.
"I do have a slight problem that I was hoping that you can help me with," said Number-Six.
"I'll help where I can," said Beth.
"Gregg Rose gave me the job…"
"Congratulation," said Beth.
"Thanks, but I need an ID and my social security number, but I lost them in the disaster," said Number-Six. "I feel very stupid and embarrassed to admit this, but I don't know how to replace those items."
Although Beth knew the answer, she said just to play along, "Most likely you don't have access to your birth certificate either."
Number-Six looked at Beth in an uncomfortable manner, and said, "No, Dr. O'Brian."
Beth looked at her watch and said, "I'll help you, Savannah, but I can't do it, this very minute. Can you wait around for a little bit?"
"Of course, Doctor," said Number-Six.
"Good," said Beth. "Would you mind waiting for me in the cafeteria."
"I don't mind, but I don't know where the cafeteria's at," said Number-Six.
Beth pointed down the hall towards the elevators and said, "The elevators are that way. You want to take the elevator to the second floor and when the door opens you will actually see directions painted on the wall with an arrow pointing the way to the cafeteria. Just follow the signs from there."
"That's sound easy enough," said Number-Six.
Beth took hold of her nametag and said, "Well, if you do get lost, just ask anyone with a nametag."
"I will," said Number-Six. She then noticed Agent Mitchell looking at Beth. "Doctor, the man that you sedated last night is watching us."
"Yeah, he's waiting on me to finish what we were doing before I came over here," said Beth.
"I hope you're not in trouble," said Number-Six.
Beth grinned and said, "I'm fine." She then gestured towards Agent Mitchell. "I better get back over there and I'll meet you in the cafeteria in a few minutes."
"Okay, and thanks for helping me," said Number-Six.
As Beth was backing away, she said, "Oh, I'm happy to do it." She then turned and looked in the direction she was going.
Number-Six walked towards the elevators.
As Beth stepped up to Agent Mitchell, Agent Mitchell said in a volume where Beth was the only one who could hear, "So that's the Cylon." He then held out Beth's phone for her to take.
As Beth took the phone she said, "Yep, that's who I got my vision from." Beth attached her phone to her pants at the waist. "She came here to ask my help on getting an ID, a social security card and a birth certificate; except she made out as if she actually lost hers and is asking me for help to replace the ones she lost. So can you help me out to get her those items?"
"You seriously want to help her get those items?" asked Agent Mitchell.
"Every item she mentioned, she needs to get a job and I don't know about you, but I actually prefer her working legitimately," said Beth.
"Why would you care about that?" asked Agent Mitchell.
"Keeping her legitimate would make it easier to track her movements and if she can't get a job legitimately, then she may get desperate. I really don't want to imagine what she's capable of doing and I doubt that you would want that too."
Agent Mitchell pulled out a note pad and pencil from his suit pocket and said, "You make good points."
As Agent Mitchell was writing a name, address and phone number on the paper, Beth grinned and said, "Thanks."
"Just don't get too involve with Savannah," said Agent Mitchell.
"Now you're sounding like Spence," said Beth. Agent Mitchell gave Beth a curious look. "Spence basically told me the same thing last night."
"I hope you take his advice," said Agent Mitchell as he ripped out the page that he wrote on from his notebook. He held it out for Beth to take.
As Beth took the paper she said, "I promised Spence that I wouldn't get too involve."
"Good," said Agent Mitchell as Beth read what was wrote. As always, what Beth read was automatically memorized. "Well, if you don't have anything more for me than I better get going with the information that I do have."
"Just that there is an airline official here in the hospital and he is looking for where the discrepancy is between the number of people injured and the flight manifest," said Beth.
"Thanks for telling me," said Agent Mitchell. "I'll let Agent Louis deal with it. He's better at that sort of stuff. Well, I'll see you later."
Beth held up the piece of paper and asked, "Before you get away, who is this guy?"
"He someone I arrested once for forgery," said Agent Mitchell. "Now, he helps me out from time to time and he's the best person I know who can get the information for Savannah."
"Will you be calling him and tell him that Savannah will be paying him a visit?' asked Beth.
"I'll let him know," said Agent Mitchell.
"Perhaps Savannah will tell all her friends about this guy and you can identify all of Cylons that way," said Beth.
"Let's hope," said Agent Mitchell. "Oh and I need to try to get a hold of Gregg again about giving Savannah that one job."
"You haven't talked to your friend yet?" asked Beth.
"Not yet," said Agent Mitchell. "I only tried once last night, but for some reason I couldn't get through."
Beth grinned and said, "So Savannah actually got the job on her own."
"Wait, she got the job already?" asked Agent Mitchell.
"Yeah, that's the reason why she needs a birth certificate and the social security card," said Beth.
"Wow," said Agent Mitchell. "I guess I won't worry about calling Gregg. Well, anyway, I need to get going."
"Okay, bye," said Beth.
"Bye," said Agent Mitchell.
In the cafeteria, all, but two of the tables were being used. One-third of the crowd was children of various ages.
When Number-Six walked in, she paused for a second and looked over the room. She then saw an empty table next to a table with a woman and three kids; two boys and a girl. The oldest boy was nine and the youngest boy was seven. The girl was twelve. The younger boy was annoying the older boy by playing with his teddy bear in the older boy's face.
Number-Six walked over to the empty table next to the woman and three kids and sat down. She was only sitting down for a few minutes when she heard the woman at the next table telling the kids, "You three remain seated and behave. I have to use the lady's room."
The woman stood up and walked away. When the woman was out of the kids' sight, the younger boy annoyed the older boy even more with his teddy bear. The older boy swatted and knocked the teddy bear from the younger boy's hand and it landed underneath Number-Six's table.
"You jerk," the younger boy blurted out. As the younger boy was getting out of his chair to retrieve his teddy bear, Number-Six was picking it up from next to her feet. The boy stepped up to Number-Six. "Can I have my teddy bear?"
Number-Six thought for a second. She then said, "If you know an answer to a question, I'll give your teddy bear back."
"The teddy bear's mine," said the boy.
"And I'll give it back to you if you know who Uncle Sam is," said Number-Six.
"Uncle Sam is not a real person," said the boy.
"He's not?" asked Number-Six.
"Uncle Sam is just a symbol for the United States," said the boy. "I answered your question, now can I have my teddy bear?"
Number-Six held out the teddy bear for the boy to take and asked, "Is the United States a coalition of some sort?"
As the boy took his teddy bear, he said, "I don't know what coalition means, but United States is the name of our country."
"You're a bright boy," said Number-Six. "You should go back to your table now."
Without responding, the boy went back to his table and sat down. Number-Six's attention was then drawn to an Iraqi woman and her ten-year-old daughter as they stepped up to her table while carrying food trays.
The woman couldn't speak English and the daughter's English was barely understandable when she asked, "Excuse me. All of the tables are full. Can we share the table with you?"
Number-Six looked at the girl in a curious manner. She then said, "Okay, you may join me."
The girl looked at her mother and said in her language, "The woman said that it was okay for us to join her."
The Iraqi woman said in her language, "Tell the woman, thank you."
The girl nodded and as she looked at Number-Six she said, "My mother say thank you."
As the woman and her daughter each took a seat, Number-Six asked the girl, "What language were you speaking in to your mother?'
"Me and my parents is from Iraq," said the girl. "My parents can't talk English."
"Is your father coming too?" asked Number-Six.
The girl shook her head and said, "A doctor is looking at him."
"Your father is being examined?" asked Number-Six.
"Examine, yes; he is being examined," said the girl. "I eat now." The girl then took a bite.
Number-Six just watched the crowd that was directly in front of her for a short time. Her attention was then drawn to the Iraqi girl when the girl stared behind her. Number-Six turned to look and saw Beth stepping up.
Beth quickly glanced at the women and then the girl before looking at Number-Six and saying, "Savannah, we should go somewhere more private and talk."
As Savannah went to stand up she said, "Yes, Doctor."
"Doctor," the Iraqi girl said. Beth looked at her. "Doctor, are you one looking at my father?"
Beth slightly grinned and said, "No, Sweetie, I'm not." Beth then politely waved bye to the girl. The girl grinned and waved back.
As Beth and Number-Six was walking away, Beth heard the Iraqi woman asking her daughter a question in her language.
Beth's attention was then drawn to Number-Six when Number-Six said, "Dr. O'Brian, thank you for all the help you are giving me."
As Beth and Number-Six were casually walking to a secluded area of the cafeteria Beth said, "I'm happy to do it. Savannah, to get a copy of your birth certificate, you can get on the Internet and apply for it that way. All the information you need are your name, your parents' birth names and the city and state of where you were born."
"Dr. O'Brian, I remember moving a lot while I was a child and to be honest I have no clue to what city I was born in," said Savannah.
"Can you call your parents or even a relative?" asked Beth.
"I have no living relatives," said Number-Six.
"I was wondering about that," said Beth. Number-Six looked at Beth in a confused manner. "I remember seeing that the emergency contact section of your medical file was left blank. Anyway, you need your birth certificate before you can replace your social security card and obtain another Identification card."
"Any suggestions as to how I can obtain a birth certificate without having the required information?" asked Number-Six.
"Other than you forging a birth certificate, I have no idea," said Beth.
"Can you create a birth certificate for me?" asked Number-Six.
"I would never risk not getting my medical license or even losing it afterwards by creating a false birth certificate and I will say that every doctor in this hospital won't risk his or her license either," said Beth.
"So obtaining a forged birth certificate is out," said Number-Six.
"Not necessarily," said Beth. "You met my brother Brandon and Spence last night and they both are policemen. They would know who the forgers are in this city. I'll call Brandon and tactically enquire about one."
"I don't mean to sound ungrateful, but why are you helping me out like you are?" asked Number-Six.
"Without a birth certificate and a social security card the only job you can even get, without going into the life of crime, is one that pays under the table and finding a job that does that is hard to find these days," said Beth. "Even if you do find one, most likely it will only pay slave wages. From what I've seen of you so far, you seem like a good person. I would hate to see you get tangled up in a life of crime or work for slave wages."
"Well thank you," said Number-Six.
"You're welcome," said Beth. She then gestured towards the exit of the cafeteria and said, "I'll go and call my brother. You should wait here in the cafeteria and I'll be back when I have the information."
"Yes, Doctor," said Number-Six.
Beth nodded. She then turned and walked towards the exit. Four minutes later, Beth stepped up to a nurse's station and asked the nurse for scrapped paper.
Just as Beth was being handed the paper, Beth's cell phone rang. She looked at who was calling before answering, "Morning again, Keith."
"Hi, sis; I told LeAnn about Uncle Archer being here and she too thinks that I should visit him," said Keith. "So I'm parking my car in the hospital parking lot now. Can you meet me in the reception and take me to his room?"
"Keith, visiting hours are from eleven in the morning to eight in the evening," said Beth as she looked at her watched. "And right now it's a few minutes before nine. You won't be able to see him right now."
"Now you tell me," said Keith.
"Well you should have asked before coming here," said Beth. "Don't you have classes today anyway?"
"I only have one class today and that's not until one," said Keith. "Oh, Beth, I also made a decision on what career to go after. I have most of the prerequisite courses already."
"Is it architecture?" asked Beth.
"Actually it's in Engineering," said Keith. "Engineering personnel are in high demand right now and I prefer to design components to the moon space station than building houses."
"If that is what you really want to do then I say go for it," said Beth.
"Beth, can you tell mom what I decided?" asked Keith.
Beth slightly laughed. She then said, "I'm afraid that crushing mom's shred of hope of you being a lawyer is something that you have to do."
"I was scared you were going to say that," said Keith. "Well, I'll see you around eleven. Bye."
"Hey, before you hang up, how did LeAnn's parents take the news of your engagement?" asked Beth.
"Like you, they first thought that we were moving too quickly, but once we convinced them how we feel of each other and how long we actually knew each other, they're supporting the wedding," said Keith.
"That's good," said Beth.
"Well, I'll see you later; bye," said Keith.
"Bye," said Beth. After putting her phone away she, without looking at the paper she had, rewrote the information that Agent Mitchell had given her so it would be in her handwriting. She then waved bye to the nurse. "Thanks."
"You're welcome, Doctor," said the nurse.
Beth just slightly grinned and walked away.
Number-Six was waiting in the hallway outside the cafeteria and saw Beth as she was walking up.
As Number-Six and Beth stepped up to each other, Number-Six asked, "Were you able to get the information?"
Beth held out the paper that she wrote out for Number-Six to take and said, "I did." Number-Six took the paper. "Again, I don't know the guy, but I hope things work out for you."
"Thank you, Doctor," said Number-Six.
"You're welcome," said Beth. She then pointed in the direction of the elevator. "Well, I really need to get back to work."
"Well, I should go. So I'll go down stairs with you," said Number-Six.
Beth grinned and said, "Let's go." Beth and Number-Six turned and walked towards the elevator.
In London, the Number-Six who was in London was sitting at the bar in a pub just three miles from the hospital that she was treated in. She had one full drink and a partial drink in front of her that men around her had bought her.
One of Ryan Daniels' partner, Neil Tymes, was one of the men buying Number-Six her drinks. Neil and Number-Six were talking for several minutes and when Neil heard that Number-Six needed a job, he offered a position as his secretary. Number-Six accepted the position.
11:35 A.M. local time in Washington, D.C. at a medical lab in a government facility Dr. Rick Hopson, the coroner for the FBI, and his assistant Dr. Sylvia Anderson have been conducting an autopsy on the Cylon for twenty minutes. They found the absence of the appendix and the lack of scar tissue that would indicate the removal of the appendix on their own; however, as far as they were able to tell, they were poking around on a body of a human. Rick was just about ready to conclude his findings when a FBI agent walked in with a fax copy of Beth's papers.
"Hey, I have a Cylon road map for you two," said the agent as the door to the room was closing behind him. "It points out the subtle differences between a Cylon and a human from the colony of Kobol. It also points out the differences between us and those other humans."
Sylvia held out her hand and said, "Let me see that." After getting the papers, she browsed through them. Rick stepped up and viewed the papers over her shoulder. Sylvia stopped at the paper that said that humans from Earth were hybrids. "I be damn."
"What?" asked the agent.
"My uncle was an archeologist, and his field of study was the study of caveman," said Sylvia. "A year before he died, he made the claim that there were no missing link between us and the apes, but that we were the product of some genetic engineering of some kind of crossbreed. He died before he could prove his claim."
"Where did these papers come from?" asked Rick
Sylvia showed the first page and said, "That's part had actually been classified. It does indicate that it originated from the friendly voice of the twelve colonies of Kobol."
"I browsed through those papers as I was carrying them over here," said the agent. "Those papers also suggest that we were the thirteenth tribe from Kobol."
"Regardless to what the truth is, Sylvia, we need to take the time to fully review these papers and then start the autopsy over again from the beginning. In fact I'm going to rip up the notes that I already made and start that again."
At the White House Clarence Wilier was going over another copy of Beth's papers. On that copy, Beth was identified as being the voice of the twelve colonies with and explanation as to how she is able to communicate with the colonies.
"Should we be concerned about this Dr. Kimberly O'Brian?" asked the president.
"I don't see Dr. O'Brian as a security threat, Mr. President, and in all honesty, I actually commend her," said Clarence.
"How so?" asked the president.
"She done what she felt had to be done for the safety of Earth as a whole," said Clarence. "I don't know too many people who would have done that."
"I still want Dr. O'Brian kept under surveillance," said the president.
"Agent Louis has already indicated that Dr. O'Brian will be kept under his watchful eye," said Clarence. "In fact, Dr. O'Brian may not know this yet, but she is now the property of the U.S. government."
"Well, I want that fact to be known to her," said the president.
"Yes, Mr. President," said Clarence as he stood up. "Good day, Sir."
"Good day," said Clarence.
At a medical lab, while Rick and Sylvia were redoing the autopsy while using Beth's papers as a map, something was found that wasn't indicated in the papers when they drew fluids from the spinal cord. When Rick was looking into the microscope he found a similar luciferin to what would be found in a firefly. The luciferin was barely noticeable.
Sylvia knew that something was up when she noticed that Rick was focused longer than usual at the sample on the slide.
"Did you find something?" asked Sylvia.
Rick backed away from the microscope and said, "You need to look at this and look closely because what I want you to see is hard to see."
Sylvia stepped up and looked at the slide. After a long gaze she asked, "Oh my god; is this what I think it is?"
"It is," said Rick. "It's a luminescent organism. I almost missed it."
As Sylvia backed away from the microscope, she said, "I would have missed it."
"I now know that we don't have the luxury to miss things like this," said Rick. "It's also time to get more qualified people involve."
"In a firefly, the luciferin would play a role in the sexual attraction," said Sylvia. "I wonder if the luciferin would play a similar role in a Cylon."
"I don't know, but if we can find a way to stimulate that luminescent organism, we might be able to light these Cylons up like a Christmas tree at will," said Rick.
"That would be a perfect Cylon detector," said Sylvia. "Especially at night."
"Exactly," said Rick.