No help came from the others. They weren't going to risk their necks, things were bad enough as it was for them. The old man waved his hand dismissively and turned half away. Disgusted with Havoc, he addressed the other humanoid Cylons.
"See how weak minded they are? When forced to make a decision they cannot, they seek to absolve themselves of responsibility."
A few of the others nodded, and the old man returned to the others. The Centurion with it's gun arm pressed against Havoc's head grabbed her with it's other hand and tossed her towards the hallway leading deeper into the ship. It continued to loom over her as the old man gave the order to kill the rest. Gunfire began again along with the screams of the dying. Then there was a presence near Havoc, the Asian woman supporting a tottering Ariel to Havoc.
"Take her...move fast, he can't see that she isn't with the rest," the Eight told Emily, setting Kitten down next to Havoc.