Ending the call with Colonel Cruise, Captain Maurice Dualla felt as shell shocked as he had when he had first learned about the wide spread devastation that the Cylon attack on the colonies had caused. Finding out that the Cylons looked like them now would have been enough of a shock. Being told that one of his crew was one of these humanoid Cylons was more so. He had reviewed the records of every member of this crew and yet the enemy had still managed to slip aboard? No wonder they couldn't seem to shake the Cylons completely.

Well, the Cylon's free range aboard his ship was over. He'd have Vance bring Marcus Doral in and then turn him over to the military to do with as they pleased. This was one time that he hoped the military follow through with a death sentence. If Doral was the reason the Cylons had been finding them since their escape from the colonies then he was responsible for the death of every pilot that had died protecting their small fleet from the ensuing attacks. Every person who had been killed due to damage taken by those attacks was Doral's responsibility.

As Doral was a member of his crew, Maurice Dualla couldn't help but feel that some of that responsibility for those deaths was his own. If he hadn't hired Marcus Doral as cruise director, how many of those people would still be alive?

Maurice knew he couldn't torment himself looking for answers to questions like those as nothing could be changed about the past. Right now, he had a job to do.

If Cruise was right, and Doral was indeed a Cylon infiltrator, then the death penalty was exactly what the man deserved. It was a feeling that told Maurice Dualla exactly how much the past six months had changed him. Once a firm believer of the pacifist beliefs that Sagittaron's clung to, Maurice had seen first hand that when faced with others who didn't believe in nonviolence, those beliefs would lead to your own death. No, violence shouldn't be the first reaction to solving every problem, but sometimes it was necessary to maintain the peace that Sagittaron had believed in.

For the first time he felt like he understood what had led his niece to join the Colonial Fleet.

Reaching out, Captain Dualla pressed the button that activated the ship wide public address system.

"Chief Crighton, report to the captain's office. Chief Crighton, report to the captain's office."

After putting the call out for his chief of security, Dualla let the channel close and leaned back in his chair feeling impatient. He did not like this sitting around doing nothing and yet he didn't have much choice. If he just put out an order for security to detain Doral than he would tip the cruise director off. Dualla had no desire to spook Doral into hiding.

Drumming his fingers on the top of his desk, Maurice Dualla stared at the door directly in front of him. Though the captain of Cloud Six knew his security chief would respond to the summons as quick as possible, it still seemed to take quite awhile before the door to his office finally slid open.

"You wanted to see me, sir," Vance Crighton said, taking up an at ease stance in front of Dualla's desk as the door slid shut behind him. Though he had been onboard Cloud Six for the past six years, having served under the previous captain, it was time like these where his military training was apparent.

"I just got a disturbing call from Colonel Cruise," Dualla said, forgoing any pleasantries given the urgency of the situation. "Apparently the Cylons have changed since the left our system fifty years ago. According to Admiral Adama, there are now humanoid models."

Years of practice were the only thing that kept Crighton from showing the surprise that he felt at the news.

"Then how are we supposed to even know who the enemy is?" Crighton asked, thinking of what a nightmare his job would become if the news he had just received went public. He had taken a job as security chief on a civilian ship in order to have a slower paced job than his years in the military had been. These past six months had been anything but that. If the information Dualla had just shared with him went public, his security personnel would be overwhelmed by the increase in violence due to the paranoia that would set in.

"Apparently several models have been identified," Dualla continued, knowing that the reply only half answered his security chief's question. Unless they discovered the identity of all Cylon models, the captain of Cloud Six knew that whoever knew that piece of information would be wondering if they were talking to a Cylon or a person. "One of those models identified apparently looks like our Cruise Director."

"Marcus Doral is a Cylon?" Crighton asked. Even his years of experience weren't enough to mask his surprise at that piece of information.

"Colonel Cruise believes that there is a high probability of that, yes," Captain Dualla replied, unable to bring himself to condemn the man straight out. After all, they were acting on the fact that Cloud Six's Cruise Director looked liked one of the Cylon models. Still, too many lives had already been lost not to act on even the slightest suspicion. "I want you to bring him in but try to do so quietly. We don't need any of this going public."

"Understood, sir," Vance Crighton replied.

Without waiting for an official dismissal, Cloud Six's chief of security gave a curt nod before turning to leave the captain's office.

Dualla watched the doors shut behind Crighton, leaving him alone in his office once again with nothing to do but wait. To Maurice Dualla, it seemed as though he had been waiting for the last six months. Granted, most of the last six months had felt like they were all simply waiting for their luck to run out and for the Cylons to finally finish the job they had started when they had attacked the colonies. Now, just when they had found some more allies, and their chances had started to look better, he was told that one of his crew was an enemy agent. Was Doral the reason the Cylon's had been able to follow them?

The thought made a chill go down his back. He was the one who had recruited Doral as the cruise director for this ship. Had he unknowingly put out the welcome mat for their enemy?

The pacifist in him wanted this to be nothing more than a case of mistaken identity.

"What did you say?"

The question slipped out automatically even though he, and everyone still gathered in the conference room, had heard the announcement over the wireless. Randall Cruise had a feeling that his fellow officers felt the same sinking feeling he was experiencing.

"He's gone, Colonel Cruise," Captain Maurice Dualla repeated. "Marcus Doral reported to me after coming back from his meeting with Major Henessey. He claimed he wasn't feeling well and said he was going to return to his quarters. Unfortunately, when security checked his quarters, he wasn't there. Nor was he in his office. My security chief is conducting a thorough search of the ship now."

"Have any ships left your docking bay, Captain?" Admiral Adama asked before Colonel Cruise had a chance to pose the question. Having dealt with these humanoid Cylons before, he knew how cunning they could be. If this Doral copy had sensed any danger at all, and the arrival of more Colonial ships could definitely mean danger to a sole Cylon, then Adama's gut told him the Cylon would go to ground.

"As the lone source of recreational facilities in our small fleet, the docking bay is a very busy place," Maurice Dualla replied. "It's not a question of if ships have left since Marcus Doral left my office, but how many have. I'd have to check with the Chief of the Deck to provide you with that information."

"I need you to do just that, Captain," Admiral Adama replied without hesitation. They couldn't afford to waste any time. It was bad enough wondering if there were humanoid Cylons amongst them that they didn't know about. Knowing there was a copy of one of the models they knew about, loose among them, made him even more uneasy. The only saving grace was that there were only five possible ships in the area that the Doral copy could be on at this point, instead of the fifty plus that were in Galactica's fleet. "Until Doral is located, I'm not risking bringing any more ships into this area nor will the five of us join up with the rest of the fleet."

"Give me ten minutes and I'll have that information for you, Admiral. Do you want me to stop departures and arrivals for the time being?" Dualla asked, surprised at the military-like direction his thinking was automatically taking. Just another thing that the Cylon's were responsible for.

"Yes," Adama replied instantly, having been about to issue that order. If Doral hadn't already left Cloud Six, then the best thing to do was to keep him confined to the luxury liner.

"Consider it done," Dualla replied before signing off to obtain the information Admiral Adama had requested.

As the connection to Cloud Six went dead, Adama turned his attention to Colonel Cruise and Colonel Reed. "The order to stop departures from the other three ships in your fleet needs to be given as well," he informed them. "Wherever Doral is at now, that is where we want to keep him."

The two other commanding officers gave a crisp nod of acknowledgment before contacting their respective officers on watch.

The conversation between Rebecca and Belmont was winding down when the ship's intercom came to life.

"Colonel Belmont and Captain Adama, report to the conference room ASAP," came the calm voice of Lt. Denton. "Colonel Belmont and Captain Adama report to the conference room ASAP."

"Looks like the calm before the storm is coming to an end," Lonewolf remarked as he got to his feet. Though he wasn't sure what was going on, he knew an ASAP summons didn't mean anything good.

Though she hadn't been summoned, Rebecca had risen to her feet as well. Before she could make any remark to Belmont's comment though, footsteps drew their attention to the direction of her daughter's sleeping quarters. Having heard the summons, Lee was on his way out, Laura Jean in his arms.

Walking over to his wife, Lee handed his daughter to her. However, not quite ready to let go of the father who had just returned to her, Laura Jean continued to hold on with her arms around her father's neck.

"Don't go," she pleaded.

"I'm sorry, sweetie," Lee replied struggling to keep his voice from breaking. This was no easier for him than it was her. "But I've got to go. I'll be back as soon as I can," he told her, as he reached up and regretfully pried her arms from around his neck. It was the last thing he wanted to do but something that he had to do.

"Promise?" Laura Jean asked, tears forming in her eyes.

"I promise," Lee told her, kissing the top of her head before planting a quick kiss on Rebecca's cheek.

"Be careful," Rebecca told him softly. Like Lonewolf, shed didn't exactly know what the CAG's were being called to the conference room for, but the last six months had taught her that there wasn't much routine about their lives any longer.

"I will," Lee told her. Like his most recent promise to his daughter, it wasn't one that would be easy to keep these days.

With the good-byes said, both Lonewolf and Apollo headed for the door. Though he wasn't sure what he and his former student were getting into, Lonewolf made a silent promise himself - he would do whatever he could to make sure that Lee made it back to his family. He had no intention of letting their reunion be cut short.