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[h1][color=7d16c7]Oliver Sullivan[/color][/h1]
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[color=7d16c7]Location:[/color]Quinjet
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Oliver's face reddened with Tinley dressing him down, and just nodded, keeping his mouth shut, as she so eloquently told him to. Raynor's words only deepened his shame, making him unable to really look any of these people in the eyes. The only thing he could really think to do would be take the downtime in the ship to try to do something useful to locate this Thane person. Any of that, however, would have to wait until they were at least back into orbit, knowing that he couldn't do any kind of real work until he had a semi-reliable internet connection. Searching for a place to sit, he opted for a place away from the others, not being able to be near them at this point.

	This felt horrible, more than anything, not knowing if Cass was okay or not, not knowing if it was him who did it to her. One thing he planned on doing, once he was back on Earth, was tracking her down, and seeing if he could ascertain anything about her condition. Even if it was just for himself, he needed to know. He figured if she was at a hospital, she had to have a patient record by the time they were back, and if she did, they he could get access to it. For the many things hospitals were known for, ironclad internet security wasn't one of them, and that meant he was confident that he could check up on her.