"Toasters coming!" yelled Kelso.

Lee peeked over the barrier they'd constructed from shipping containers and peered up the ramp linking the Elysian's cargo bay to the loading dock where the Cylon ship had breached the hull. Lee could hear the clank of Cylon armor. The noise was getting louder by the second.

Kelso was back behind cover on the left side of the corridor, and Bonnington and Draper were on the right. Lee would face the Cylons almost head on, because if they got past his post, they'd be through the Elysian's cargo bay and into one of the gardens that was growing vegetables vital for the Fleet's survival. Beyond that, the human residents of the space park were huddled, if they'd listened to Lee's warning to take cover as far from the Cylon's breach into their hull as possible.

Lee dropped back down, making one last check of his submachine gun. He pulled it back up to his shoulder and was about to check the progress of the Cylons again, when a human form jumped into the cargo bay from behind him and huddled next to him behind the containers.

Lee glared at Spike. "What are you doing here?"

"Shopping for appliances." The hitchhiker added in response to Lee's scowl, "What, don't tell me you never used that line!" He rapped on the nearest container. "What's in this thing? Not something that's likely to go boom?"

Lee laughed. "Turnips. And do you have any idea how dangerous Cylon Centurions are?"

Spike peered over the makeshift barrier. "Enlighten me. And, by the way, how do you kill them?"

"You shoot them in the head. With a big gun, which I am not going to let you have."

"You couldn't keep one away from me if I really wanted it." Spike's boast seemed almost automatic. He and Lee were both listening to the line of Centurions advance. "So this pop gun might as well be a turnip for all the good it will do me?"

Lee didn't bother asking how he'd gotten the pistol. "Not against this model."

Spike set it down. "The heads are the vulnerable bits, then?"

"Yeah."

The next sound was that of the Cylons turning the corner, followed by rapid fire.

"Bloody hell!" Spike yelled as he saw the first Centurion firing. "That gives a new meaning to sidearm!"

Kelso went down in that first blast. Lee saw him try to crawl away from the line of fire, but there was no hope of getting to him before the rest of the Centurions made it down the ramp. Lee swore as he aimed and took out the first Centurion in line. Another Cylon turned, its single eye shifting from side to side, and its hand went up in a clear signal to the others. They were to target Lee's hiding place.

As the metal arm shifted to aim its weapon, Lee felt the air stir next to him again. He darted a glance to the side.

Spike was gone. Lee looked back at the corridor. So was Kelso.

Lee aimed at the lead Centurion, but it kept coming, leading the others forward towards the inhabited parts of the space park. Lee could hear Bonnington and Draper firing to his right, and one of the Cylons went down. There were four left.

A flicker of movement from the left was Lee's only warning before a slender body flew across the cargo hold, landing on the first Cylon's shoulders. The Centurion whirled around, and its followers hesitated.

Spike looked frighteningly happy as he rode the lead Centurion, which was thrashing around, trying to rid itself of its unwanted jockey. Lee ducked, shooting at another Cylon, barely having a moment to wonder how the idiot was going to manage to dismount. He was about to shoot another round, when the lead Centurion staggered past, apparently blinded by Spike, who had reached over the Toaster's head, grabbed him by the eye-slit, and was yanking back hard.

And what does he think that's going to do? Apollo thought in exasperation, just as Spike yelled, "Get the red eye out!" and fell over backwards, the Centurion's head in his hand.

"Frak!" screamed Bonnington in astonishment from across the landing bay as the Centurion's body crashed to the deck.

"Watch out for your own hide!" yelled Lee, although he was glancing around wildly trying to locate Spike. The hitchhiker had seemingly bounced off the floor and disappeared. A moment later, he was next to Lee, a submachine gun in his hands.

"Frak!" yelled Lee. "Stop doing that!"

"What, killing Cybermen?"

"No, showing up like that. And they're Cylons, damn it!"

Spike was examining his weapon. "I got myself a big gun."

Lee looked at it. "That's Kelso's. Where is he?"

"Behind that big stack of boxes. Heart still beating as of 30 seconds ago." Spike jumped up, shot off a few rounds, and then dropped back behind the container, howling with glee. "Now this is what I call a fucking gun!"

Apollo jumped up, took down another Cylon, and dropped down. "A what gun?"

"Never mind, mate. How many left?"

"Toasters? Two. Coming fast, and they know where we are."

"Balls. So, do we do the Butch and Sundance thing?"

"And that would be?"

A moment later, Lee and Spike raced from behind the containers, screaming as loud as they could and shooting off round after round.