Ze'ev walked down the corridor of Islay Base, taking stock of the meeting he just had with Sean Dawson. It had gone perfectily, better than could ever have been expectd. He thought about how just weeks ago he had almost written off this mission as a faliure, but now, he would be returning home with a trunk full of diplomatic agreements, NLH, TBH, and now he would be on to the BSG remnents. It worried alittle about the BSG being so close to UKMG, while Barak had never had any direct dealing with UKMG, what he had head was not to reassuring, but this was a big galaxy and freinds were hard to find, so he went.