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[h1][color=09849f]Kwassi Asokho[/color][/h1]
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[color=09849f]Location:[/color] Quinjet
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Kwassi had paid what Bonnie said no mind. Hed already removed himself from the situation and realised that the commander and cheif of this nation was nothing more than a tyrant and child. Had it been his king back in Wakanda, then surely he would understand the dangers that posed to be too friendly with an enemy that has yet to be vetted. But thar wasn't his issue at the moment, this AI was. P.H.I.L. had threatened to self destruct and given their altitude and situation, a new hole in the ship wouldn't do at all. Kwassi tried to think about how Tony's mind worked, had he ever heard of a program named P.H.I.L. before? Would it have such a sequence on boot up from a mere user identification? He scrambled and searched but nothing came to mind, shock clearly taking place as he was caught blindsided by this new issue.

Kwassi cleared his throat, trying to gather himself as he though of how best to disarm the bomb. He searched the AI program and used every trick he could think of coupled with thoughts of how Tony's egotistical mind might work, but it all fell flat as his situation grew worse. The counter was now at 3, he scanned the room quickly to see if any container could hold the blast, localize it so the ship would stay intact. 2, nothing seemed to stand out so Kwassi did what he was trained to do. He took off his mask and pressed it tight against his stomach, jumping down to the ground and curling up so that his body would soften the blast. As he lay there in a fedal position he called out to the others [color=09849f]"Any of you know of a program named P.H.I.L.? I'm in a bit of pickle and running out of time!"[/color]