Racetrack clears the hangar deck by manufacturing a fictional fuel leak, and only Baltarite Jeanne sticks around long enough to see what happens next: Felix and Tom, attempting to commandeer a Raptor to get Tom to Colonial One. The LSO -- maybe the Mad Bomber What Bombs At Midnight Aaron Kelly? -- is also with the mutiny, leaving only poor old fucking Chief Laird, who watched Kendra Shaw and her buddies shoot down a room full of people and still wouldn't back down, to ask for some paperwork or confirmation that the known terrorist and murderer who just engineered civil war aboard the most precious ship in the Fleet, apparently just for fucking giggles, is now supposed to get the red carpet treatment right back to the center of Colonial government.
Felix tries to snow Laird, because Felix has no idea what it was like under Cain and doesn't know that she didn't even allow them to sit in chairs, much less let huge fucking implausible things slide. Laird asks for proof of this stupid order about eleven times, and finally goes to ask CIC directly, so Zarek kills him with a giant wrench. Felix is shocked and feels for a pulse, while Skulls finally develops a personality. A shitty one! "Well, good riddance. Frakker's been up Adama's ass since he transferred in from Pegasus." Which isn't really a diss on Laird -- because that's gratitude, for not killing him or taking his stuff or shooting his kids some more, that would cause him to be up that particular ass -- but yet more hatred for Adama himself.