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[h1][color=7d16c7]Oliver Sullivan[/color][/h1]
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[color=7d16c7]Location:[/color]  White House, Oval Office
[color=7d16c7]Skills:[/color] Superspeed
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	Oli grimaced when he was given the order to hide [i]bodies[/i]. In a million million permutations of his life, he never would anticipated having to hide a body inside the White House. Getting multiple STEM degrees led him to the assumption that this would be well outside the scope of his anticipated duties in any career path he might choose to follow, but life had a way of surprising people, he guessed. Exhalling as he ran through any memories he might have of White House schematics, nothing much came to mind of anywhere inside to disappear corpses.

	Exhaling he got a disgusting, but absolutely viable idea. Goose could, and maybe even would eat bodies if presented, and he knew that the not-a-cat had decided to tag along for the treasonous trip. All he had to do now was execute the plan, and bring the bodies over. Placing a hand on one of the bodies though, he felt the most sickening sense of vertigo, and couldn't go forward with touching the fallen. Ripping his hand away, he pivoted and decided to bring Goose over himself, rather than drag bodies across the White House Lawn. Turning to speed out the window, he felt his leg seize up, and he let out a wince. As lame as it was, he seemed to have pulled a muscle, and couldn't run at the moment. Exhaling a sigh of exhaustion, and said, "[color=7d16c7]In short Bonnie, no. No I cannot.[/color]" a pathetic twinge in his voice.