Tigh tells Team Apollo to head for aft damage control.

Dualla notices the gun in Billy's hand, and asks if it's his. Billy stammers, "I guess it is now." In a misguided attempt to look cool, he wedges the gun into his waistband. I cringe. Dualla says, "If you're gonna keep it in your trousers like that, you might want to turn the safety on." She reaches toward Billy's crotch and flicks the safety, and maybe that's what Billy wanted all along. If you know what I mean. The Marine checks a gauge by the hatch, and realizes that it won't open because the corridor on the other side has been depressurized. We start hearing shouting again as the Prez asks Venner to find yet another path to sickbay. Venner quickly declares that they'll have to go toward aft damage control.

Cut to Apollo, saying, "Aft damage control." Okay, I think we've got it. Tigh tells Apollo, "Get there before the Cylons, or we lose the ship. Is that clear?" Team Apollo heads out.

Commercials. I meant to mention last week that I like the little bumpers Sci-Fi is doing with the different pairs of characters. They're nice because they aren't shot like "here are the actors waving directly at the camera!" They seem to be in character, and in most of them, the actors aren't looking at each other or the camera. The exception being Six and Starbuck, who are looking at each other like they're just about to throw down. Or possibly kiss. Or maybe first one, and then the other.

Team Apollo arrives at aft damage control. Hey, that wasn't so hard. Apollo positions his men to cover the corridor, and they move some handy crates out into the hall to serve as cover. The clanging footsteps are quite seriously loud now.

The camera slides around a corner into a neighboring corridor Team Prez is hurrying along. The Prez suddenly tells everyone to stop. We hear more screams nearby.

Team Apollo is in position. Apollo tells everyone to wait till his signal, and reminds them, and the home audience, that they've only got one shot each. He says, "It's gotta be a head shot to make a kill."

Team Prez remains motionless, listening to the clanging. Maybe the Cylons should get some rubber-soled shoes. Venner suggests that everyone should maybe hide right about now. They all duck behind a large hatchway.

Apollo takes position next to Jammer and tries to reassure him. Jammer shakily takes aim down the corridor and notes, "I'm not really cut out for this, sir." Apollo says that he isn't either, which might not be that reassuring for poor Jammer. Apollo adds, "Sometimes you gotta roll a hard six." Jammer asks what that means, and Apollo admits that he doesn't know: "It's something my dad says." Heh, although that joke was funnier when it was about "five by five." Apollo says that he'll tell Jammer when to shoot, and then jumps up to take position behind a bulkhead. Entertainingly, he seems to decide that this is a good time to try to artfully muss his hair. The clangs stop for a moment.