Adams was hurt. His side felt as if a fire had been lit within and prodded to a blaze with hot pokers. Resting the phaser in his lap he watched as Sinclair went down.<em>Thank God,</em>he thought dizzy with relief. The next realization followed shortly after, derived from the ensign's words when he collapsed; Sinclair had not seen him! Or<em>recognized </em>him... Adams mind seemed to work at only half its usual speed but once it dawned he'd shot an innocent man, his features took on an expression of nausea.  "<strong>Sinclair...  I'm sorry.</strong>"