Sam spent the next five days keeping his own low profile, as well.  In that time, he'd tried to get in touch with a few 'friends' he still had in the intelligence department, to see what they knew, but they were either unable to provide him with anyhting, or more likely, unwilling.  It was a sadness, really, since Sam didn't have anything to offer them.  He couldn't just tell them the truth of the situation, but at the same time, he held an enormous amount of guilt for the Colonel's arrest.<br/><br/>Sure, he did it of his own accord, and he probably had his reasons, but Sam still didn't like it.  He didn't like a lot of things in this damned war, and most of thise things he hated were things he'd found out about, or even seen first-hand, when he worked in intelligence.  It was so much easier, in some respects, when he was just a suit-jockey in orbit.  Now, though, he was a suit-jockey who knew so much more.  Things never stayed the same.<br/><br/>Another thing Sam tried to do was to steer clear of the NCO club, because if he didn't, Sam knew that he'd try, single-handedly, to drain the club's stores of beer, and that wouldn't be a good thing.