Sanka heard a noise coming from across the room. He turned and approached the sound.

"Oh, ya, mon...not only do we have Alliance crawling all over us, and Kane almost getting us all dead like, but now, my ships wants to toh shung on me.

"Bao jone, bao jone," he repeated as he grew close to the engine.

Sanka opened the access panel and began to inspect the engine. He found a broken compressor.

"So, why you gonna break down on me," Sanka said to the compressor. "You are about as useful as my old girl friend Lucy May Knot. Her name should have been more like 'Lucy Will Not'.

With that, he took the engine offline and got down to work.

XXXXXX

Kane ended the silence, "Alright, Wash. I hope I didn't shake you up to bad. You can go. Get some rest. I am sure this has taken a lot out of you. It has me."

Kane stood and walked over to Wash, gently patting him on the shoulder while he subtley manuevered him out the door. He closed it behind him and then turn to face Jade, a concerned look on her face.

"Well," Kane began, "What do you think? Counsel me, my muse."

Jade met Kane's gaze. She didn't really know what to say, but she knew she could not keep the truth from him.

"Kane, he's not telling the truth, but he doesn't know he's not telling the truth. I sense that he has met an operative before, but it's as if his memory has been altered. I can't decipher anything else, but if he has indeed come into contact with one someone is doing all they can to insure he does not remember that meeting."

She frowned. "What puzzles me is why would someone go to such great lengths to keep his memories from him? What could a pilot with such simple motives as Wash mean to the Alliance? He does not have an exotic background of espionage and intrigue as some; he was a fry cook for goodness sake!"

"Unless..." turning her green-gray gaze to her husband, she said softly, "It's possible whatever he's been involved with up to this point has been erased, too. Could he be a plant, or possibly a bait fo