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[h1][color=7d16c7]Oliver Sullivan[/color][/h1]
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[color=7d16c7]Location:[/color]Quinjet
[color=7d16c7]Skills:[/color] Hacking, Computers
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Oliver looked at Tempest, on one hand happy that she found Thane, on the other hand unable to believe she didn't provide a last name. Deciding to take matters into his own hands, he tried to get into the hospital records on his own and find them, but was unable to get any concretre information without knowing Thane's last name. "[color=7d16c7]Was there uh, any kind of surname in those records?[/color]" Oliver asked Tempest, hoping that would lead him to being able to get them some kind of information on how to track down the man. Unrelated, however, he gave a nervous, awkward look towards Cass, happy to see she'd joined them, but unable to bring himself to say anything to her, still ashamed of his actions.

As they waited for things to get a move on, he tried to make further use of himself for the other team, see if he could find anything that could point him towards "The Black Order." He figured that, if they were here, somebody might have seen them enter, but it seemed the Twitterverse was much more interested in talking about The God of Thunder's rock hard abs, and how fuckable that made him. That was depressing on several levels, even if he couldn't strictly speaking disagree with them. Awkwardly shirking back after Flynn's outburst towards Tinley, he supposed now wasn't the best time to tell them all he had jack shit.