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[leadgoose]

WHO: Pip, whoever
WHERE: Halls of the base

There is now an angry Pip wandering the halls, rifle slung over one shoulder, usual cigarette trailing smoke behind him.

"Zis is bloody well impossible! I can't be stuck 'ere while my boys and ze police girl are fighting for zeir lives in London! Blood hell, merde, shit, ver dammt!"

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[brothersnark]

Cylon can not live on hastily-stockpiled emergency supplies alone, and the prospect of starvation had finally driven Cavil from his hiding place for a speedy- and hopefully stealthy- supply run.

The past few weeks had been miserable for Number One. Between fearing for his life, cowering day in and day out in a cramped basement room, and the fact that for some damn reason he'd started projecting Leoben, Cavil's conviction that there was no loving God in the universe was pretty strong right now.

"You should believe, Brother," Head-Leoben whispered in his ear, damn near making Cavil soil himself. "Faith will bring you comfort."

Thanks to the hallucinatory Cylon's unwanted advice, Cavil was not paying as much attention as someone being hunted by a psychotic vigilante really ought to, and damn near ran into Pip as the mercenary cursed his way down the hall. Brother Cavil stopped short and stared at living evidence of his failure at being stealthy. "Uh... hey."

[leadgoose]

Pip glared at the strange man in front of him for a few moments, fingering the grip of his pistol.

"And who ze Hell are you supposed to be, eh? Another one of ze idiots who insist I'm fictional?"

[brothersnark]

Oh, good, the vaguely-familiar guy didn't remember him. Which was good, since Cavil had never bothered to learn his name. He raised his hands and shrugged. "Hey, as far as I'm concerned we're all as real as we think we are. I mean, if people in this place want to be fanatical about us and spend money on us, no skin off my nose, right? I know I'm real, and that's what's really important, don't you think?"

[chosen_next]

The guy was cussing to himself. Whatever, he probably wasn't any more crazy than the rest of them. Faith didn't recognize him, but that didn't mean much ... people came and went every day. What was important about this newcomer was what was in his mouth.

"Hey man ... can I bum a smoke?"