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[h1][color=7d16c7]Oliver Sullivan[/color][/h1]
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[color=7d16c7]Location:[/color] The Hangar -> The Quinjet
[color=7d16c7]Skills:[/color] Hacking
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	Boarding the Quinjet, Oliver took a seat and exhaled. He absolutely hated that this was the way he was spending the days leading up to his mom's death, but he felt like he just couldn't do anything about that. It was the worst dilemma in so many ways, he had three mutually exclusive options, all of which had their own benefits and massive drawbacks. He could stick with the agents on the Quinjet, and double cross when it came time, he could break off now and try to help Baptiste, or he could forgo all of this and be with his mother. One would ruin the trust these people had with him, one would put him in an immediately dangerous position, and one would mean he'd be useless all together.

	Oliver wanted desperately to make the selfish choice, to save himself the endless grief that not getting closure on this part of his life would grant him, but he couldn't. He just... couldn't. He wasn't much for the fight itself, but there was one thing he knew and that was that he was raised to believe that if you were in the position to stop something bad from happening you had to give it your all to do so. He joined S.H.I.E.L.D so he could make a positive difference in the world, and at this point it felt like he had only done the exact opposite. He didn't know if he could say he blamed himself exactly for Cardiff, but he felt endlessly entangled with the destruction. His existence and that event were inseparably linked, and the only thing he could do to make up for it in anyway was to do some good.

	Cracking open his laptop, he decided he needed more information. Luckily for him, he was made for information gathering and knew exactly where to find what he needed to know. He realized that what he was about to do was incredibly risky, but he refused to be a coward. Typing away, he hummed to himself as he hacked his way into Hill's private server. S.H.I.E.L.D security was good, but he was something else, and he knew quite a lot about their infrastructure when it came to this sort of thing. As he made his way in, he found roughly what he was looking for, and cloned a copy to his laptop, before cleaning up after himself and deleting any trace of his snooping. He wouldn't want to worry Hill with wondering why he was digging through her personal files, after all.