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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] N/A
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	Oliver stood still for a moment, waiting for the pain in his leg to dissipate, and nodded at Bonnie. "[color=7d16c7]Yeah, you got me. I'm still not used to field work, okay?[/color]" He said, a bit of playful annoyance in his voice as he tried to laugh it off. It was humiliating enough that this happened, but he was at least thankful it was [i]after[/i] the big confrontation. As the big orange Flerken hopped in, his watched in a kind of amazed horror as the Skrull were pulled inside the maw of Goose. A part of him was deeply terrified of the cat, and the other half wanted to give it all the pets in the world. This was the truest tragedy in the world, for a cat-shaped thing to be so cute, and yet so absolutely monstrous in ways words failed to adequately describe.

	Rubbing his leg, he exhaled at the news of the alien ship. A part of him was worried that somehow, the kree might have been summoned, and that Earth was about to become the new battleground for their war. He head to assume it was something else though, and this was just a very bad, no good kind of day. A part of him was worried that he wasn't as phased at the mass death as he would have been a few months ago, but after the raid of his hometown and his mother's cancer, a part of him was still numb to tragedy. He was working on resolving that, but it would be awhile before he could feel again.