- NIGHT 5 -
Riney was briskly walking down the hall, looking for a specific room he had been to before. As he rounded the last corner, just feet away from the room, he was interrupted by a woman in a red gown. Her skin was pale, eerily perfect.
"You must be the incredibly hot but incredibly deadly woman I keep hearing about."
"You have me pegged." She smiled, but he could see through it. By now, word of how her brand new love interests seem to disappear had spread around the ship. Most people deemed it coincedence, but Riney suspected otherwise.
"The man creeping up behind me. Is he your pimp or something?" Riney was very attentive.
"He's just a friend. Don't worry about him."
"What about the gun he's holding?" As Riney turned around, the man behind him squeezed the trigger a few times.
"That's enough talking," he said as he holstered his weapon.
"All right, I say that's our cue," another man said as he walked up beside him. He took a quick glance at
Riney's body and let out a sigh. "Riney? A tragedy," the he said, shaking his head.
The three of them laughed together.
...
Vrael could hear laughing coming from outside his door. Just moments before, he heard gunshots. There had been an unusual amount of activity this evening.
Suddenly there was a knock at the door.
"Go away!" Vrael shouted.
"Vrael, I'm here to help," a voice said from the other side. Could this be the same voice from the other night? Vrael wasn't sure what to think.
"I don't believe you. What was that gunfire?"
"Someone came to kill you. I'm a bodyguard, and I came to protect you."
Vrael thought for a minute before finally deciding to trust the voice.
"Who came to kill me?," Vrael asked as he opened the door to his room.
"Me," the man said as he shot
Vrael.
"That seemed easy enough," the other killer stated. "The Cylon conquest is almost complete."
...
A man entered the empty science lab, hoping to find something - anything - that would help figure out who was actually a Cylon. He stared at Dr. Baltar's device but had no idea how to work it.
As he rummaged through the various desks in the room, he stopped at one that seemed to be recently vacated. On it sat a notepad with various numbers written on it:
9214
12546
40068
13044
"Wow, what the frak does this even mean" he said as he looked over the list. "This has to be a code. It has to."
He stared at the notepad for a while, but nothing came to mind.