Sorry this took so long! Work has been craaaaaazy. Hopefully life is back to normal and I'll have some time to catch up now.
Part 11: Secret Service Agent
Didi slid into a seat at the back of the hall. Today's guest speaker's subject was the Colonial financial crisis.
No more than ten minutes into the talk, she lost concentration and instead looked around at the students in attendance. They slouched, fidgeted, doodled... Slept?
Didi again tried to turn her attention wholly to the man behind the lectern.
It soon became obvious her planned interview was unnecessary. Any suspicions she or her fellow lawyers had would disappear should this man take the stand. He might be a good man, possess many virtues, but she couldn't see him inciting the masses or stirring the passions of voters. Laura Roslin had been correct. He would have never have won the election after his caretaker term.
Nevertheless, Didi found herself exchanging a bland smile and small talk with him once his lecture was complete. (Question time had blessedly been brief.)
Up close she noticed he tried to hide his lofty height by hunching his shoulders. That, along with his thin hair, made him appear much older than she knew him to be.
She steered their conversation straight to what she thought was the only mystery he could help her with now.
"I don't know why she publicly backed one of Adar's best friends," he insisted.
"What did she tell you at the time?"
"Some garbage about preventing Tom Zarek's preselection."
"Did you ever discuss it afterwards? After she publicly declared the president incompetent."
"No. I never got past the goon squad again."
"Goon squad?
"Adama. He wouldn't let me see her."
"He did that with other people?"
"Everyone. Even the President, who'd been offering her medical advice before he took office. Adama found some legal loophole with that doctor of his... Cottle? And then even President Baltar wasn't allowed near her."