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[h1][color=7d16c7]Oliver Sullivan[/color][/h1]
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[color=7d16c7]Location:[/color] Hallway
[color=7d16c7]Skills:[/color] N/A
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	Oliver crossed his arms and looked at Bonnie, initially softening from her condolences, but hardening after her argument. "[color=7d16c7]Japanese Americans, 1942.[/color]" He started, "[color=7d16c7]None of us are idiots, we all know what America did, but do you know how they got the locations and addresses? The Census Bureau broke the 20 year seal on their data, and gave it to the executive branch.[/color]" He explained, "[color=7d16c7]Now, we can say S.H.I.E.L.D will handle the data on powered individuals more carefully, but the argument looks identical: "These people pose an existential threat to the state by nature of who they are, we need to put them all in one place until we can figure out what to do with them." Except now the individuals have powers the world has never seen before. It will happen again, people will get scared, and scared humans might be the most dangerous thing in the universe.[/color]"

	With that, he smiled at Niah, and gave an exhale. He was not in the mood for bullshit, and wouldn't be debating the topic further with Bonnie. "[color=7d16c7]Thank you Niah I... I really do appreciate that.[/color]" He needed the kindness right now, and the knowledge that this whole skrull situation that had been itching his brain for months would soon come to a head, one way or another, was a comfort. He needed to know if these people, the most powerful heroes on the planet, had been replaced by the skrulls or not. That was paramount, and it was the difference between sleeping easy in his bed, and literal war.