In Beth's hometown, Beth got to the hospital ten minutes before her shift was to begin and just after getting there, she was handed a message to call Juanita Harris at Beth's convenience. The nurse who handed Beth the note saw the confused look on Beth's face and asked, "Is there anything wrong?"
"This note is from a teacher who I had in the first grade," said Beth. "I examined her more than a week ago. I don't know why she wants to talk to me, but she wants be to call her." Beth looked at her watch. "I'll call her in the morning though. Anyway, I better get my scrubs on."
"See you around, Dr. O'Brian," said the nurse.
Beth just grinned and nodded before walking away.
Onboard the Colonial One, Pres. Kellogg was preparing a speech to announce that the journey to Earth was nearing the end. He took his time writing of what he wanted to say while trying to be more tactful than optimistic. Pres. Kellogg didn't want to raise the people's hopes too high until the coordinates were verified and in spite of what he wanted, the rumor of Earth being found was sweeping through the fleet faster than he could write his speech. By the time that he gave his speech, three hours after he had talked to Cmdr. Adama, the subject matter was old news and no one really listened to what he had to say as most were celebrating their good fortune with ambrosia.
The walls separating the quarters on most of the luxury ships were thick enough to keep out the common sounds; however, the loud yipping and hollering kept most of the ones who were trying to sleep from sleeping.
Onboard the Solar Flare, Kim had been sleeping for three hours and was awakened by sounds of celebration. She tried ignoring the sounds for several minutes while trying to go back to sleep and when she couldn't, she got up; grabbed a novel that she just recently obtained and left her bedroom. Kyra was in the common room while relaxing on the couch and when Kim saw her gazing in her direction, Kim grumbled, "There're inconsiderate jerks on this ship."
"Kimberly!" Kyra quickly exclaimed.
"Well, there are," Kim continued to grumble.
"Well, please be nice," said Kyra.
Kim said with a smirk, "I was being nice." Kyra just slightly grinned and shook her head. "I don't know how long I've been sleeping, but I know it couldn't have been long." Kim laid her book on the table before sitting down on the couch and laying her head against Kyra. Kyra put her arm around Kim. "I don't look forward to hear how hard they'll celebrate if they had something real to celebrate about."
"We finally obtained the coordinates to Earth and you don't think that's something to celebrate about?" Kyra questioned.
"We aren't there yet and even when we do get there, the allied forces will most likely fire at us for being space invaders," said Kim.
"Well, with yours and Beth's help, they learned that we were coming a year ago, so I seriously doubt that they'll think that we're space invaders," said Kyra.
"They won't be unrolling the red carpet for us either," said Kim.
"You can be cynical and moody when you don't get enough sleep," said Kyra.
"I just want to go to sleep." Kim then slightly raised her head and said in a loud manner as she stared at the door, "And I can't because of the rowdiness."
Kyra slightly winced just before she overlapped Kim's words as she exclaimed, "Kimberly Elizabeth! Quit hollering!"
"My hollering can't be worse than what's going on in the corridors," said Kim as she laid her head back down.
"I already have a slight headache and your hollering had made it pound worse," said Kyra.
"Oh… sorry," said Kim. Kyra just kissed Kim on the head. "Mom, I hope you don't expect me to go to class in a few hours and stay awake during it."
"You won't be the only one who'll be falling asleep in class, so I've already decided to cancel class today," said Kyra.
"Good," said Kim. Kyra just rubbed Kim's arm. "Where's Seth?"
"In bed asleep," said Kyra. "He's able to sleep through this rowdiness."
"Perhaps I should wake him so he can enjoy…" Kim was only able to get out.
"And if Seth doesn't ground you for waking him, I will," Kyra quickly said.
"I'm just playing," Kim quickly assured her. "I'm not going to wake him."
"It's hard to tell with you at times," said Kyra.
"I like keeping you guessing," Kim commented.
Kyra said in a patient tone, "I know you do." It was quiet for a moment before Kyra said, "You had mentioned before that the first thing that you wanted to do once we reach Earth was to get a… a pizza of some kind."
"It was a pizza with sausage, pepperoni, bacon and green peppers on it and I still want it," said Kim. "There are other kinds of food I want too."
"What else do you miss?" asked Kyra.
"Well, of course I miss my family and friends," said Kim.
"What else?" asked Kyra.
"Swimming, amusement parks, skating…" Kim continued to give Kyra a long list. After she was done listing the things that she missed, she began a general conversation.
On board the Galactica, the celebration was also high and because of the rowdiness no one was sleeping there either. Catalina saw Cmdr. Adama walking through the corridors a short ways from her. She quickly caught up to him and asked, "Commander, can we talk?"
"We can talk as we walk," said Cmdr. Adama. "What is it?"
"You have the coordinates to Earth and…" Catalina was only able to get out.
"And now you what to know how this effect everything between your people and mine," Cmdr. Adama finished.
"Well… yeah," said Catalina.
"The coordinates that we have for Earth won't be verified for two days and the proper ownership of the observatory is still in questioned, so I don't see anything changing between your people and mine," said Cmdr. Adama.
Cmdr. Adama saw a grin growing across Catalina's face before she said, "I was slightly worried that you would take off towards Earth with me and Dr. Cheywhin aboard. Don't get me wrong, I wouldn't mind going to Earth with you, but I would've hated leaving Catty in that manner."
"We wouldn't do that to you or Dr. Cheywhin, so you don't have to worry," said Cmdr. Adama.
"Well, I'm going to go and try to get some rest, Commander," said Catalina.
When Cmdr. Adama nodded Catalina went her respective way.
In Egypt, all twelve Cylon models were together and were in the same truck that was entering a campsite belonging to a small ban of terrorist. The leader of the group was known by only the name of Ali. Ali had formed his group after the allied forces had splintered the large group that he was apart of two years before.
Ali was standing next to the truck and introduced himself to each Cylon as he or she stepped out. When Ali had all the Cylons' attentions he asked, "Which one of you is the leader of the group?"
"We have no set leader," said a male Cylon. "We know what has to be done and we do it."
"I'll speak to all of you then," said Ali. "The American scums want each of you bad enough that they'll pay ten times the amount for your live capture. If I'm going to risk bringing attention to myself by harboring the twelve of you, I would like to know why."
Number-Three was the first to respond without hesitation, "We possess knowledge of a weapon that the Americans want."
The other Cylons looked at Number-Three with curiosity rather then shock as Ali asked, "What kind of weapon?"
"Combat drones; the perfect soldiers," said Number-Three. "Whichever, government builds these perfect soldiers first will be able to rule the planet. The Americans found out that we were trying to secure a location to begin building and they're frightened along with being outraged that we didn't go to them first."
"You have those plans for the perfect soldier with you?" asked Ali.
Number-Three pointed to her head and said, "We each have the knowledge of how to build the perfect soldier in our heads. All we need is a location and the funds to build the equipment. After the equipment is built, there's nothing to stop us from building an army. If you help us, we can crush those American scums together along with any other government that you have a problem with."
"The thought of conquering the Americans and their allies is music to my ears, but if I agree to do this, all twelve of you must agree to go through surgical alterations to change you appearances," said Ali.
Number-Six was the first to ask, "What do you mean by surgical alterations?"
"Just what it sounds," said Ali. He then gestured to his own face. "This isn't my real appearance. I've changed what my face looks like two years ago. My own mother didn't know that I was standing next to her on the street as she waited for a taxi. I can go to her now and she still wouldn't know who I was."
"And if we don't agree with changing our appearances?" Number-Six questioned.
"Then you all are on your own," said Ali. "I've change my appearance to hide from the allied forces and I'm not going to risk getting caught by associating with twelve people who might as well have red targets painted on their backs."
One of the male Cylons stepped forward and said, "If you provide us with the location, the funds and the man power to build what we need to create the perfect soldiers then we'll all agree to have our appearances altered."
"Before I agree to this, how long will it take to build an army?" asked Ali.
"Give us twenty hard working people and we'll have an unstoppable army under your command in just a couple of months," said Number-Three. "In less than six months, you can dominate the Americans or any other culture on this planet."
"Agreed," said Ali. He then turned and instructed one of his men to arrange for the Cylons to meet with a plastic surgeon.
9:25 A.M., in Beth's hometown at the university hospital, Beth was called to the nurse's station. As Beth was approaching the station, she saw Teresa Holmes. Teresa was facing away and didn't see Beth. Beth stopped in her tracks for a brief moment and after taking a deep breath and putting a tune in her head, she stepped up to Teresa and said, "Agent Holmes."
Teresa faced Beth and gave her a curious look before saying, "Dr. O'Brian, you're right about my ability and by you putting a song in your head is more of a annoyance then an effective way to keep me from learning what you don't want me to know." She then gave Beth a slightly puzzled look. "You and your friend are gathering psychics to form some kind of group to check the president."
"Okay, fine, you know," said Beth. "I don't trust politicians and I'm not about to become the president's puppet. Therefore, I and a friend of mine who happens to be a medium are forming our own group."
Rebecca was walking into earshot as Teresa said, "Dr. O'Brian, you have violated your non-disclosure agreement by informing your friend and any others of…"
"Read my thoughts and you will discover that I didn't violate my non-disclosure agreement, Agent Holmes," Beth quickly said. "Brandy, my supervisor's eleven-year-old niece, happens to be a psychic too and when I met Brandy for the first time yesterday, she brought up that all psychics will have to register their ability in front of my friend. She even brought up things that I had been contemplating."
"You were to have denied it, Dr. O'Brian," Teresa insisted.
Rebecca listened intently as Beth questioned, "You mean make Brandy out to be a liar?"
"Whatever it takes to keep the secret," said Teresa.
As Beth done her best to control her fiery temper, she said through her partially clenched teeth, "Let's get something clear, Agent Holmes. I have never broken a promise in my life whether it be verbal or written, but if it comes down to falsely accusing someone of being a liar or breaking a promise, the promise will be the one that gets sacrifice."
Teresa felt Rebecca's presence and glance in her direction to see a big grin on her face. Teresa faced Beth again before saying, "The president is not going to be happy about this."
"Well, you let the president know that I have powerful attorneys in my corner, so if he chooses to arrest me for treason over this then he had better be prepared for a long and hard legal battle that will put his political career under a strong microscope," Beth warned. "Now I'm not saying that I'll win that battle, but I guarantee you that he won't come out smelling like a bed of roses either."
"I'll let him know," said Teresa.
"I want to show you something before you go report in," said Beth.
"I didn't come here to find out if you're joining our group," said Teresa.
"Then why are you here, Agent Holmes?" asked Beth.
"I made a mistake by telling Belinda Woods that she and the other Cylons were found out by a local psychic," said Teresa. "She had heard of how intuitive you are and correctly pegged you as being that psychic. Now even though her suspicion was never confirmed Savannah insisted that I warn you that your life might be in danger. She also told me to tell you to get a real weapon."
Beth slightly grinned before saying, "I appreciate the warning."
"Now what do you want to show me?" asked Teresa.
"I'll go get it and I'll be back in a little bit," said Beth.
When Teresa nodded, Beth walked away. Teresa then noticed Rebecca following behind Beth as Beth opened the door that led into the emergency area.
Beth was only a few steps in front of Rebecca on the other side of the door when Rebecca called out, "Dr. O'Brian."
As Beth was facing Rebecca, she said, "Yes, Dr. Eisen."
Rebecca grinned and said, "I appreciate what you said."
"I know what it's like to be falsely accused of being a liar and I will never do that to anyone for any reason," said Beth.
"Well, I want to say thanks anyway," said Rebecca.
Beth smiled and said, "You're welcome. Before I continue at what I was doing, I want to request two mornings off."
"What mornings do you need off?" asked Rebecca. .
"December twenty-eighth is one of them and the other is on the last Monday of January," said Beth "I'm not sure of the date though."
Rebecca grinned before asking, "Do you have something exciting happening on those two days?"
Beth grinned and said, "I wish. My neighbor's sister is going through brain surgery to remove a tumor at county in two days and my neighbor wants me there for morale support. On the Monday that I'm requesting off, a teacher that I had for first grade would like me to come to her school that morning for career day and talk to her class."
"I'll put you down as being off those two mornings," said Dr. Rebecca.
"Thanks," said Beth. She then gestured in the direction of where she was going. "Well, I'm going to get something out of my locker to show Agent Holmes." When Rebecca nodded, Beth turned and walked away.
Teresa waited seven minutes before she saw Beth returning with a couple of pieces of paper. As Beth stepped up to her she held out the papers for Teresa to take. As Teresa took the papers, she asked, "What's this?"
"Read it," said Beth.
Teresa took the time to read the first page before saying, "This is a contract."
"Actually, it's a rough draft of a contract," said Beth. "The group that I'm forming is not to rock the president's boat, but to insure that the rights of the psychic community are not being violated by this government."
Teresa just gave Beth a curious look before she took the time to finish reading the papers. Just after she finished reading, she said, "You're not the one."
Beth gave Teresa a curious look and asked, "What are talking about?"
"A member of our group is able to get flashes of things that will happen years from now," Teresa began. "According to him, there will be a group that will rise up and oppose the laws on the psychic community…"
"I'm not opposing the laws; I just want to make sure that we don't become puppets to the government," said Beth.
"I see that and I'm going to support you." Beth gave Teresa a curious look and before Beth had a chance to ask her question, Teresa continued to say, "Yes, I want to join your group, and as I see it, this contract that you are drafting will not be a conflict of interest. If anything you are helping out the president in your own way along with starting a new branch of a union. So in a way, you are part of our group. You're just going about it with the thoughts of fairness as your forefront. I would also like to make a copy of these papers for my report."
"That is just the rough draft," said Beth.
"That's okay," said Teresa. "I just want to prove to the president that you're thinking of everyone's best interest as you form your group."
Beth grinned before saying, "I'll copy it for you. Oh and you may want to know that a friend of the families owns a classy restaurant… in fact, if you don't call at least six hours in advance, there's a good chance that you won't get a table for six hours. Anyway, on January 8th one of the larger private dining rooms will be reserve for a dinner function in honor of all the local psychics. For incentive to get the psychics in, I think Noah had mentioned that he was going to advertise thirty percent off on all plates to the psychic community."
"If you are going to inform all the local psychics of what's to come then that will be a violation of your non-disclosure agreement," said Teresa.
"This dinner function won't be for recruitment or to pass on information, but to collect names, addresses and phone numbers in order to talk to them at a later time," said Beth. "In fact, I had planned to inform Agent Wilier of the dinner function anyway once the advertisement for it came out in the newspapers."
"I get the feeling that you are not one to underestimate," Teresa commented.
Beth grinned before gesturing towards the door that led into the emergency area and saying, "I'll go and make the copies that you're wanting." When Teresa nodded Beth turned and walked away.
Beth was gone for about the same amount of time as she was before and once Beth returned, she held out the papers for Teresa to take. As Teresa took the paper she said, "Thank you, and I do think that you are starting something that will benefit everyone."
Beth grinned and said, "Well, let's hope the president will agree with you."
"He's a fool if he doesn't," said Teresa. Beth just cleared her throat in a mocking manner. Teresa grinned and shook her head. "I know how you feel about politicians, but the current president isn't that bad. You really should give him a chance."
"Well, by him trying to use my dad's freedom as a chess-piece, he had greatly decreased the chances of that," said Beth.
"I'll agree that, that wasn't a smart move on his part, but he is a good person," said Teresa.
"I'll just take you word for it," said Beth.
Teresa again grinned and slightly shook her head before saying, "Anyway, I will update you on the president's reaction about what you're doing."
Beth nodded and said "Okay, I'll talk to you later."
"Bye," said Teresa. As Teresa walked away, Beth walked towards the door leading into the emergency area.
In Washington, D.C., Agent Weatherly had walked into the room where Number-Three was being kept. Number-Three was standing up as he was saying, "I've received permission to release you by allowing you to resurrect. Now I'm here to escort you to the infirmary for you to be given a lethal injection."
"I didn't agree on being a lab subject to be experimented on," said Number-Three.
Agent Weatherly gave her a confused look as he was saying, "Lethal injection is how we execute prisoners who were sentence to death."
"Well, I'm not going to let you inject me with anything," said Number-Three. "I will allow you to kill me in order for me to resurrect, but I will only allow you to kill me by shooting me in the head with a high caliber pistol or rifle. And if you won't do it willingly than I'll force the guards in the hall to do it by snapping you neck."
Agent Weatherly slightly grinned before saying, "Again I have to discuss this with my superiors."
"Tell your superiors that all Cylons are to be shot and not given an injection," said Number-Three.
Agent Weatherly just politely grinned and nodded before leaving the room.
In London, a similar deal was being made to allow the Cylons to travel home by way of resurrection as a show of good faith in order to begin diplomatic talks with the British government.
On board the Galactica, Cmdr. Adama was walking into Dr. Atkins' lab. Dr. Atkins, Dr. Cheywhin and Catalina were going over preliminary results of a newly formulated neutralizing compound. Everyone's was facing away from Cmdr. Adama when he stepped in and when Dr. Atkins heard his footsteps, he faced him before saying, "Commander, we believe that we have successfully created a newly formulated compound that would eliminate turning planets into mild burning suns. It's obviously too late to use our new compound on Catalina's planet, but if Earth and other planets get nuked by the Cylons we should be able to safely neutralize its affects."
"The Gods are finally giving us a few breaks," said Cmdr. Adama.
"I believe we should test the formula first and make sure that it does work," said Catalina.
"There's no way to test it," said Dr. Atkins.
"Dr. Atkins, you told me that the Galactica is carrying nuclear missiles…" Catalina was only able to get out.
"You want us to nuke something in order for you to test the compound?" Cmdr. Adama questioned.
"If we don't test it then all we have are assumptions," said Catalina. "Will you risk millions or billions of lives on an assumption?"
Cmdr. Adama let out a sigh before saying, "Very well. We'll test this compound, but it has to be on a moon or planet with an oxygen atmosphere or otherwise the test condition won't be valid. I believe I know which planet to do it on too, so prepare the compound. We will test it in a few hours."
"Yes, Commander," said Dr. Atkins.
Cmdr. Adama slightly nodded and walked away.
In Earth's solar system, Apollo and Starbuck's Raptor had jumped in not too far from Saturn. After scanning the area, Starbuck quickly located a resurrection ship lurking near Jupiter. Starbuck had learned enough from Kim and the other genetic duplicates to know what to look for in the Earth's solar system and she knew that they had without a doubt found Earth. Once Cylon raiders were being launch from the resurrection ship, Apollo and Starbuck jump out of the solar system.
Onboard the resurrection ship, the Cylons were discussing launching an assault on Earth before the colonials could return to help their brethren.
In Washington D.C., Agent Weatherly was stepping into Number-Three's room after being gone for two hours.
Number-Three stood up and asked, "So what is your answer?"
"Our president doesn't like as to how you want to proceed, but he has agreed to it," said Agent Weatherly. "You and the other Cylons will be lined up and shot in a firing quad manner. Before we do this though, are you certain that your resurrection ship is within range?"
"It's in range," Number-Three assured him. "I wouldn't be willing to let you kill me if it wasn't."
"Okay," said Agent Weatherly. "We'll now go to where we are to do this. Your fellow Cylons will be joining us and since you were the one we made the deal with, the others were never approached." Number-Three nodded and gestured for him to go first. "By protocol we are to put shackles and leg-irons on you." He then had one of the two guards at the door to put on the shackles.
The chain on the shackles and the leg-irons were heavy-duty. Once they were on, Number-Three half-heartedly tested the strength of the chains before commenting, "The chains are strong. Were they specifically design for a Cylon?"
Agent Weatherly grinned before saying, "No. You would be amazed of how strong someone can be while doped up on steroids and drugs." He then gestured for her to walk out the door.
Once in the hallway one of the guards led the way. The second guard trailed behind everyone. After getting a short distance from the room, Number-Three asked, "Tell me, how will you greet the colonials when they reach Earth?"
"They are too an independent society and we will be treating them as we are treating your culture," said Agent Weatherly. "And unless your culture gives us a reason to join the colonial's side, this nation is going to do our best to remain neutral of your war. In a nut shell, the United States won't be taking in any refugees on either side while your two cultures are at war. Our president can't speak for the actions of the other nations, but this nation does have an influential voice, so there's a good chance that the other nations will follow us and remain neutral as well."
"There's a good chance that the other nations will joined the colonials though?" Number-Three questioned.
"I don't know the answer to that," said Agent Weatherly.
"So where are you taking us?" asked Number-Three.
"We can't execute you and the others in the U.S. in the matter that you requested because of our laws," said Agent Weatherly. "Therefore we have to do this outside the U.S. There's a remote island not too far from here and we'll go there by a helicopter."
"Helicopters are a primitive vessel," Number-Three commented.
"Perhaps, but they have their place," said Agent Weatherly. "And I doubt that they'll ever be fazed out."
Number-Three just grinned and slightly nodded.
Number-Three and seven other Cylons were taken to the helicopter pad on the roof. Once everyone was in the helicopter and the pilot powered up the rotors, Number-Three commented loud enough to be heard, "There are four of us unaccounted for."
"As I said before, there were Cylons killed while evading capture," said Agent Weatherly.
"Where are you taking us?' one of the male Cylons asked.
Number-There filled the others in on what was happening as the pilot was taking off. A second helicopter with military sharpshooters aboard trailed behind the first.
2:20 P.M., in Beth's hometown, Beth's shift had ended twenty minutes before and she was in a grocery store's parking lot while walking towards the entrance to the store. Midway to the entrance she pulled out her cell phone from her purse seconds before it rang. Beth looked at the number and when she didn't recognize it, she answered with, "Hello."
Beth heard a woman's voice saying, "Dr. O'Brian, it's Agent Holmes."
"How are you doing, Agent Holmes?" asked Beth.
"I'm doing good," said Teresa. "I've talked with the president and at first he was against what you are doing, but I convinced him that what you are doing will benefit us as well as the group you're forming."
"So he's okay with it?" Beth questioned.
"Yes; however, he does want access or copies to all the data you collect," said Teresa. "He also wants you to keep quiet of the law that will go in affect in the near future, so you and your psychic friends who know are to do whatever it takes to keep other psychics from finding out."
"Well, since the word 'psychic' isn't displayed on people's forehead when I would meet one randomly on the streets as I did with Brandy, that might be easier said than done," said Beth.
"Well, just do what you can to keep a lid on it for now," said Teresa.
"I will," said Beth.
"Well, that's all I called for, Dr. O'Brian…" said Teresa.
"I prefer being called Beth if you would," she said.
"Okay, Beth, and I'm okay with you calling me Teresa," she said. "Anyway, I'll talk to you later."
"Okay, bye, Teresa," said Beth. Beth put her phone away and as she refocused on the entrance to the store, she saw Lloyd Tanner wearing the store's vest and pushing ten grocery carts into the store. Lloyd had completely shaved his head and was wearing a cap.
After Beth entered the store, she again saw Lloyd. Lloyd saw her as she was walking towards him and gave her a curious look. As Beth was stepping up, he said, "I know you. I can't place you though."
Beth grinned and slightly shook her head before asking, "Your memory isn't all that good, is it?"
"I think my memory is average, but I do have trouble placing people," said Lloyd.
"I'll give you a clue," said Beth. "My brother and boyfriend are policemen."
Lloyd thought for a moment before grinning and saying, "You're the doctor who stitched my head up. You're Dr. Brian, right?"
"It's O'Brian and I think you're memory is slightly below average, so you should get away from those drugs if you haven't yet," she said.
"Well, perhaps your memory is above average for you to think that," said Lloyd.
Beth gave him a big grin before saying, "I do have an exceptional memory, so I know better than to compare your memory with mine. Anyway, how's that wound healing up?"
"It's a little tender still, but it's pretty much healed," said Lloyd as he removed his cap and bent his head down to give Beth a view. "See."
"I would've taken your word for it without you showing it to me," said Beth as she looked at it.
"I wanted you to see how good it was healing," said Lloyd.
Beth gave him he thumps up sign and said, "It's looking good…"
Before Beth was able to get another word out, Lloyd said, "It's not going to leave an ugly scar like I thought it would either. Where did you learn to stitch like that?"
Beth grinned before saying, "I'm not sure you want to know."
"I wouldn't have asked if I didn't want to know," said Lloyd.
"Before my internship, I was a coroner's assistant," said Beth. "I got most of my training on suturing from closing up bodies after they were autopsied."
Lloyd timidly grinned before sarcastically saying, "Lovely."
Beth grinned and said, "Anyway, I'd better let you get back to work and I'll go get what I came in here for."
"I'll see you around." Beth politely grinned and nodded. As she turned to walk away, Lloyd had a thought and blurted out, "Dr. Brian… I mean, O'Brian."
Beth faced Lloyd again and said, "If you can remember this better, you can call me Beth."
"Okay, maybe my memory is slightly below average," Lloyd confessed. "Anyway, can you help me with something?"
"That all depends on what you what help with," said Beth.
Beth watched Lloyd as he pulled out a folded piece of paper from his back pocket. As Lloyd unfolded the paper, he said, "My sister began dating this guy about a week ago… maybe even longer. Yesterday people around my sister's place had claimed that they saw him being abducted by people in a van." He held out the paper for Beth to take. Beth reached out to take the paper. "I think he's in trouble, and…" Lloyd stopped talking when he saw Beth in a trance. On the paper was a picture of Lloyd's older sister, Trina, and one of the male Cylons. Beth was given a vision of the two having sex and within the vision, she was given an unusual and disturbing image of Trina's egg being fertilized by the Cylon. Beth came out of her vision while hearing, "Beth! Dr. O'Brian… Doctor!"
Beth motioned him to stop yelling as she said, "I'm fine, so please stop blurting out my name."
Beth saw people around her staring at her as Lloyd asked, "What happened?"
"I get memory flashes at times," Beth again used for an excused as she ignored the stares that she was getting. She looked at the couple on the paper. "It doesn't interfere with my job though. Anyway, I will definitely help you to find what happen to this man. Can I have this picture or at least have it long enough to go find a copying machine?"
"You can have it; I can get another one, but if you let me see it for a minute, I'll write my and Trina's numbers on the paper." said Lloyd. "Trina is my sister's name."
Beth slightly grinned and handed the paper back to Lloyd.
As Lloyd was writing down the numbers he said, "Thank you, Beth, for doing this."
"You're welcome." Beth waited for a few seconds before receiving the paper again. As she put the paper in her purse she said, "It may be a while before any information on this guy gets found; in fact there may be even a chance that new information won't turn up."
"I understand," said Lloyd.
Beth gestured into the store area and said, "Well, I'm going to do my shopping now."
"Okay, and thanks again," said Lloyd.
Beth nodded and turned away. As she walked away, she got out her phone and dialed Spence's cell phone.
"Hey, Beautiful," Spence answered with.
"Hey, are you busy?" asked Beth.
"Actually, I'm busy trying to convince my persistent brother that I'm not interested in going with him tonight and for him to leave the precinct so I can finish typing out my report," said Spence.
Before Beth was able to respond, she heard Wyatt asking her while being a short distance from the phone, "You'd be okay with Spence going to a strip club tonight wouldn't you?"
Spence heard the skeptical tone in Beth voice as she questioned, "What's this about a strip club?"
"That's actually where he wants me to go, but don't worry I'm not even interested in going," said Spence. Beth grinned. "And now Wyatt wants to talk to you."
"Fine, I'll talk to him," said Beth.
As Wyatt got on the phone, he questioned, "You're not going to be one of those girlfriends who tries to control what his man does, are you?"
"First of all, Wyatt, Spence is a grown man, so I can't control his action nor will I try; however, if he chooses to go with you to a strip club, I won't be talking to him at all anytime soon," said Beth.
"Uh-huh." Beth then heard Wyatt telling Spence, "You're right. Beth won't be happy with you if you go."
Beth just closed her eyes and shook her head just before she heard Spence saying, "Okay, I'm back and I'm not inconsiderate that I would go to a strip club."
"I can't believe that Wyatt would honestly think that I would be okay with you going to a strip club to look at nude women," said Beth as her words caught a few people's attentions. Beth saw the stares that she was getting and ignored them as she talked quieter. "I'm the only one I want you to see in the nude."
"You're the only one I want to see in the nude and as for Wyatt… well he's never been in a serious relationship in his life, so he doesn't fully understand what it means to be considerate to a woman he's dating," said Spence.
"Let your brother know…" Beth got out before cutting herself off. "You know what? Never mind. You made me happy with your response and as to how you are handling your brother, so I'm going to leave it as that and just tell you that I love you."
Beth heard the pleasant tone in Spence's voice as he said, "I love you too." Spence saw Wyatt rolling his eyes and shaking his head. "So what's up?"
"I need your advice on a dilemma that just sprouted," said Beth.
"Okay, what's your dilemma?" asked Spence.
"I think that one of Savannah's male friends has gotten a woman pregnant and I don't know if I should report it," said Beth.
"Of course you have to report it, Beth," Spence quickly said.
"And if I report it, an innocent woman and her unborn child… a child who might also be normal and innocent in all of this, will be turned into a lab subject to be looked at under a microscope," Beth pointed.
"Okay, I now see your dilemma, but what if… if that was done deliberately," said Spence as he tried to keep from being heard by the people around him. Wyatt just gave Spence a curious stare.
Beth realized that Spence was trying to remain vague and said, "You probably can't discuss this right now with your brother and the other officers standing around listening, so we should discuss this when you are able to talk."
"What you say is true and although I understand why you don't want to report it, I think you should," said Spence.
"Well, I don't want to act without thinking this through and I'll talk to you about it later," said Beth. "Bye."
As Spence was putting his phone away, Wyatt asked, "What was that all about?"
"It actually a private matter," said Spence.
"Well, from what I got from your side of the conversation, it sounds as though that Beth should report someone, but doesn't want to be a whistleblower," said Wyatt.
"It's something on those lines," said Spence. "Now if you don't mind, I need to finish typing this report."
"You're seriously going to be whipped and not come with me tonight?" Wyatt question as Brandon walked into earshot.
"Wyatt, I was serious when I told Beth that she's the only woman that I want to see in the nude," said Spence. Brandon stopped at what he was doing and listened carefully to what was being said. "So go find someone else to go with you to that strip club."
"You can't fool me Spence," said Wyatt. Spence just gave him a curious look. "So why don't you just come with me tonight and then buy Beth a dozen roses in the morning?"
Before Spence had a chance to respond, Brandon stepped up and said, "Beth would bury Spence alive and cut the roses up into mulch to sprinkle over him."
"Who are you?" Wyatt quickly asked.
"I'm Beth's brother, Brandon," he said. Wyatt gave him a slightly surprised look. "For fair warning, Spence, Beth only like receiving flowers and gifts as a token of affection. Giving Beth flowers or a gift to get out of the doghouse will only make her more upset with you."
"That's good to know for future reference," said Spence. "Anyway, Brandon, this is my brother, Wyatt."
Brandon stuck out his hand to shake Wyatt's hand. As they shook hand, they both said, "Nice to meet you."
Wyatt continued to say after the handshake was over, "I guess, I didn't make a good first impression with you."
Brandon grinned before saying, "I'm not concerned by you trying to convince Spence to go to a strip club with you. Now I might be a little concern if Spence agreed to go while he's dating my sister."
"Well, I'm not going," Spence assured Brandon.
"I got that from what you said earlier," said Brandon.
"Okay, Spence, I'll go so you can finish your report," said Wyatt. "I'll talk to you later."
"Bye," said Spence.
Brandon continued about his business when Wyatt walked towards the exit. Spence just went back to typing his report.
During the helicopter ride the pilots of both helicopters had flown around the Bermuda Triangle. The Cylons had a good sense of direction and had realized that the pilot was purposely avoiding an area of the water. One of the male Cylons was curious as to why he flew in a certain direction and asked Agent Weatherly, "Why didn't the pilot fly in a direct course?"
"Because our courageous pilot is superstitious of this area of the waters," Agent Weatherly.
"What is there to be superstitious of?" asked the Cylon.
"Reputation has it that ocean traveling ships and aircrafts have a tendency of vanishing into thin air in this region to never be heard of again," said Agents Weatherly.
"Ships and aircrafts don't simply vanish," said the Cylon.
"I agree," said Agent Weatherly. "My guess is that the ships had sunk and the aircrafts had crashed; however, instruments are severely disrupted in this region for an unknown reason as well which is most likely the cause of all the lost ships and aircrafts."
The Cylon just sat there while staring at Agent Weatherly in a curious manner.