Bingo, still quite unhappy, couldn't help himself from commenting on Kara's thrown punch. "That was a good shot. Foster'll remember that for the rest of his desk jockeying career." How could he sound so disdained and satisfied at the same time?

He wasn't quite sure what to do with himself. Things had spiraled out of control much quicker than Calavicci had expected, and now he was staring down at a future even more uncertain than the one he'd jeopardized the last time Thrace was around. Fortunately, her involvement this time registered as null in his mind. What involvement they'd had was already addressed and passed. With no contact since then, how could Al be held accountable? As far as he was concerned, they would release him, or charge him. Either way, he was seriously considering calling his old friend, Hugh Dobbs. Al never liked lawyers, but Dobbs hadn't been anything like the rest, and they'd managed to keep contact pretty regularly.

The thought struck him, and Bingo turned in his seat so he was facing Kara instead of the table, lowering his voice a bit. "Hey, did you call a lawyer or anything? Did they even charge you?" Because no one had read him his rights, and he was betting they hadn't done the same for Starbuck.