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"Then in what
direction?" Colonel Tigh asks with some impatience.
Gammon adjusts his seating, there was a technique to getting
through long pilots debreifings.
"And in which direction did things happen?" Athena
asks.
Gammon can't give an indication that he had considered smiling,
"So Bowdy and I were sitting just outside of the Hanger-door, helping
the Jatant stand gaurd as had gotten to be our habit. I was practicing lacing
my boots like I had said, and for Bowdy.." Gammon pauses a micron,
"She was soaking her feet in a foot-bath."
"Really?" Tigh asks.
"Blisters," Gammon answers Tigh in that pilot's
quick-speak that Athena often found herself having to translate.
"And Bowdy's first remark was, 'How did he know?' I say
nothing, and she goes on, 'Of all the internees, how did that Apex know that
my feild-boots were not properly tight-fit?' I, of course said nothing,"
"The Wise-manuveur," Tigh agrees.
"Bowdy then frowns," Gammon continues, "and says,
'Of all things, I get flagged for a foot-fault, How did he know?"
Gammon would look amused if he bothered with it, but he goes on,
"So I suggest to her that the Apex seemed to be a very thorough sort, and
would know what happens on marches and such."
Gammon recalls, "And then Bowdy remarks, 'Well, we'll never
see him on a march!' and I remark to her that that Apex is an officer, what
did she expect," Gammon catches himself, sees Athena wince and Tigh
raise a brow again, "Present company exempted," Gammon adds.
"Yes," is Tigh's answer.
Athena takes Gammon at his word and nods, "Go on."
"Bowdy is in the middle of observing that that Apex
probably preffered to be carried around on a transome, but then she sees the
an object moving accross the sky, it was night, so we could only see the
outline," Gammon does frown in his recollection, "But it didnt'
match any silhouette that I was familiar with."
"Are you sure of that?" Colonel Tigh asks with some
interest.
Gammon adjusts his focus to Tigh, "Matches nothing I ever
seen in the Fleets, and I've tried to keep current, comes in handy, even for
a SpaceBus pilot."
Tigh nods Gammon might be correct.
"Anyways, the silouhette ship is moving slow accross the
sky, and then comes to a stop where it hovers right over the so-called secret
base. I'm finding some cover, but Bowdy has a stocking pulled on and is
climbing up on a packing crate to get a better look."
"She seems to be something of a risk-taker," Athena
remarks.
"Something about the outline got her attention, she says,
'Gammon get up here and take a look,' not much choice, so I lean on the case
and keep an eye on the silohouette. And then something real oddball; a series
of lights on the silouhette ship come on and flash in sequence."
"Seeking to land?" Athena asks.
Gammon shakes his head, "They weren't landing lights, but
rows of lights mounted on the belly of that thing."
"A signal?" asks Tigh.
Gammon goes on, "Something like that, there were three
separate sequences, Green-Yellow-Red, then, Yellow-Green-Red, and ending with
Red-Yellow-Green, I ask Bowdy if they were some sort of smugglers code, and
all she replies is, 'Yes and No,' And then I see somethjing on the base and point
out, 'Look there.'"
"And," Athena looks up from the log.
"You could see lights flash upwards from the Cylon-held
base," Gammon answers.
"Interesting," is Tigh's remark.
"Bowdy says what was the signal,' she asks me," looks
to Tigh, and thanks to the built in look deep you learn in the service, I
could confidentally tell her, Green-Yello-Red.
"Hmmmn," Athena is considering.
"Bowdy said much the same thing," Gammon acknowledges,
"And then just as suddenly, the outline-ship turns and suddenly shoots
off at a high rate of speed and then it's gone."
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