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[h1][color=7d16c7]Oliver Sullivan[/color][/h1]
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[color=7d16c7]Location:[/color]  the Triskelion - Conference Room
[color=7d16c7]Skills:[/color] N/A
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	Well, that was the reddest flag possible if he'd ever seen one. The council wanted to do something about him, for no other reason than his parentage. That put him between a rock and a hard place. If he didn't help, then that could push things to the point that they arrested him anyway, and if they managed to arrest Captain America, they might feel empowered to take him down as well. This made it clear that it was only a matter of time before he'd be in a jail cell. He'd need to figure out the best path forward, but the first step was clear at least, "[color=7d16c7]Well, I guess I'm in then.[/color]" He said, clearly unhappy about the situation.

	As Flynn stormed out, he huffed. If there was one thing to make this entire situation worse, it was him being right about something. Taking a chance however, he looked at Hill and said, "[color=7d16c7]I'd appreciate though, Director, if you didn't call me that again. Thanos may have provided half of my genetic code, but make no mistake, I'm not his son.[/color]" There was a kind of vitriol in his voice at this point, though it wasn't at Hill per say, more so it was triggered by her having the gall to call him that. He hated hearing his name, having people stare at him for it, like he choose to have that monster as a parent.