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May. 4th, 2007 11:47 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
callsignhuskerEllen Tigh is not a Cylon.
For Saul's sake, Bill is glad. But only for Saul's sake.
It's been about an hour since Baltar gave them the report, and only a little more than an hour since Adama found out that the president thought he was a Cylon.
Things have a way of converging, Adama thinks to himself, darkly. Not that there's ever a good time for the president to think the commander of the fleet is a Cylon, but the timing could have been...better. And now Ellen Tigh is here to stay.
Don't frak with me, Bill. Gods.
None of this shows on his face as he gestures to the chair in front of his desk. "Can I get you something to drink, Madam President?"
For Saul's sake, Bill is glad. But only for Saul's sake.
It's been about an hour since Baltar gave them the report, and only a little more than an hour since Adama found out that the president thought he was a Cylon.
Things have a way of converging, Adama thinks to himself, darkly. Not that there's ever a good time for the president to think the commander of the fleet is a Cylon, but the timing could have been...better. And now Ellen Tigh is here to stay.
Don't frak with me, Bill. Gods.
None of this shows on his face as he gestures to the chair in front of his desk. "Can I get you something to drink, Madam President?"
