And an obvious one. But like Lee's lovely speech in "Crossroads," it has to play out no matter how obvious it is. "We might as well just spell out one name..." He hisses like a cat in a box, and grins like a shark. "Just one. One we knew from the start."
Romo digs around under his bed, looking for something, and talks to a cat that isn't there. As he has, for months.
"Sometimes you take on a losing case, and you make yourself a believer. Other times, no matter what you tell yourself, in your heart you know the outcome is fixed. The verdict inevitable. Lance? Defense rests." He picks up the dufflebag immediately, having found what he was looking for. Without sparing a second to put the cat inside, because he's already there. "Come on." And if I have to tell you what's on the board as he leaves, you haven't been paying attention.
Romo bumps past Lee in the corridor and apologizes, then turns so that he's between Lee and Adama's quarters. "We found our candidate. Someone the Quorum won't hesitate to approve, even over Zarek's objections. Someone the Admiral can't help but accept." Lee's all wide-eyed innocence as Romo congratulates him, and his smile falls as the Suit takes over: "My name was never on that list..."
"Of course not! That would be too blatant. But it is everything you always wanted, isn't it? Why you had me cross forty-seven names off that list? Come on, admit it. Savor your victory, Mr. Adama." And out comes the gun. "Because you'll never get the chance to serve."
You know what has never happened in the history of the world? In real life or in stories? This is a very interesting fact. Nobody, in the history of the world in real life or in stories, has ever done anything for No Reason. Imagine! There's always a reason for things. It's very scary to live in a world where everything's accountable, but that's where we live. Those reasons can be obscure, or poorly explained, or poorly imagined in the first place, and maybe in another story that wasn't awesome, one of those latter two would be true. Or, and I do think this is the case, the reasons that this is happening, which seem pretty transparent at this juncture, actually require some effort to understand. Just a thought. On the other hand, some great big jiggling scary hard fake circus tits always seemed to cut the bullshit on The Sopranos, so maybe that's what's required here. Maybe some hot chicks would make it seem more like fun, and less like work. Or we could always just genocide the Cylons and finish this story right, I don't know. I don't throw away my toys when I have the option of figuring out how they work, and I don't believe things happen for no reason, and neither does Lee Adama.