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- Sorry, sir. There's no excuse. - You're not alone, Lieutenant.
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Any one of us should have seen the
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perfectly obvious staring us in the face.
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Especially the ship's X.O.
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- What should I do with it, sir? - Take it to DrBaltar.
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I've given him clearance. He's become our resident Cylon expert.
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Have him take it to the lab, figure out whether it's a bug...
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or whatever the hell it is.
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In the meantime, I want every inch of this ship...
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searched for any other equipment that just appeared in the last week.
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Starbuck, Galactica. You should be approaching turn eight.
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Copy that.