The U-87 hadn't been the same since Daniel tested her. Philo nodded, and reached out for her hand, and promised to take care of her. Drew rolled his eyes, and Zoë smiled. She was a girl in love. Daniel stood in the empty Atlas Stadium, holding a Pyramid ball close. Cyrus urged him, again, to sell the team, and Daniel breathed hard before he finally gave the okay. The last-ditch efforts with the U-87 made him feel like he was going mad, once again treating a glitchy machine like it was the ghost of his daughter. He felt more foolish about that than he did the complete lack of results, so he had to give in.
Barnabas and Keon, with a few other militants, waited at the harbor for their gun shipment, but it wasn't showing. Out of the creaking mists came Clarice Willow, with her husbands by her side, armed and skulking, but Barnabas didn't mind. He grinned and greeted her, old-style. Soon enough, she admitted that his arms weren't coming: "I've told your contacts that you no longer have the STO's sanction." When there aren't any rules, anybody can make the rules.
Old Barney grinned, called her "Flower," talked down to her until she showed more of her cards. "You reached out to other cells. While I've been trying to get everyone to lie low, you've been trying to build a power base." He nodded, grinning proudly. "Gonna run off to STO Central on Gemenon, and tell on me?" He called her Clarice, called her "Sister," reminded her that ultimately the STO is about results, saving the Twelve Worlds: Not "crazy plans that make you into a bouncer in some homemade Heaven..." And Clarice, finally, decided she'd had enough.
She had him on the floor of his truck, on his knees with a gun to his head, before Barney's men could even draw their weapons. She didn't like his methods and she didn't like his philosophy. She loved life, delicious food and wine and smoke, loved her husbands and her wives. She loved bodies. He wrapped his skin in barbs and hissed quietly in the darkness. Maybe these are both paths to God, maybe neither of them are, but they can't coexist. She wanted to lead humanity's children into the future, digital and analog; he wanted to take the Old Gods down with as many of their followers as he could, strapping bombs to children and sending them off into the world. And the boys and girls of Caprica had been so abandoned that they looked to these two -- vicious father, airy mother -- and thought they were the better option.