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[h1][color=7d16c7]Oliver Sullivan[/color][/h1]
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[color=7d16c7]Location:[/color] Quinjet -> Hangar
[color=7d16c7]Skills:[/color] Speedeating
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	In the Quinjet, Oli had been dealing with one of the worst cases of hunger pangs in his life. Being recently entered into the speedster club, he hadn't realized that being able to move at these speeds had a major drawback; a metabolism to match. He needed food, and he needed it now, literally salivating at the smell of the bar food in the jet. He knew there was work to do, but he felt like if he didn't eat right now, he'd be unable to focus on anything else. Really, this was dealing with a liability the team would have had to deal with later. Getting ahead of himself, his speed kicked in, and he got a few fries down his mouth, before quickly struggling to swallow.

	Coughing up what was shoved in his mouth, it soared and hit the wall in front of him. Gasping for air, he slowed his intake of food, and peeked his head as he heard Tinley being chewed out by Director Hill. That was a voice one didn't forget, not if they were interested in continued employment, that is. Cleaning up the mess he made in the Quinjet once he was finished eating, he knew he'd need to go out and make it clear they were heard. He swallowed hard, and stepped out of the Quinjet, and gave a silent acknowledgement, just a look at the two of them, and continued walking forward, hoping they wouldn't want to talk to him about what he'd heard.