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[h1][color=7d16c7]Oliver Sullivan[/color][/h1]
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[color=7d16c7]Location:[/color] The Moon
[color=7d16c7]Skills:[/color] N/A
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	Sitting within the Quinjet, Oliver watched as the results of their plan were laid bare to them. For a few moments, he really didn't know if that had worked, and, for all he knew, the next few moments would be the last ones he, or anybody, ever lived. But, as the ship disappeared, he felt a bit of relief. He knew he wasn't in moral danger anymore, but the damage was done. A city was dead, and Tinley had been killed. Stepping out onto the moon, and rejoining the rest of the group, he made his way over to Tinley's body. It was appalling, for sure, but he looked down at her somberly.

	Her loss would not be forgotten, and he looked at the rest of the group before saying, "[color=7d16c7]I wouldn't be here right now if it weren't for the efforts of each and every one of you.[/color]" He started, "[color=7d16c7]I will not forget this, and, I wish I had more I could say than thank you but... Thank you all.[/color]" He knelt down next to Tinley's body, closing his eyes for a moment. He wasn't a religious person by any means, but he took a moment to thank Tinley in his head. Standing up, he looked over to the approaching group, raising an eyebrow, but saying nothing. They had endangered countless, even if it was meant well, and he didn't know if he could forgive them for that.