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[h1][color=7d16c7]Oliver Sullivan[/color][/h1]
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[color=7d16c7]Location:[/color]  Outside Presidential Suite
[color=7d16c7]Skills:[/color] N/A
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	Oli was taking the time he had right now to stretch, still living down the shame of his performance towards the end of the Captain America encounter. He had googled a bit about how to properly do so, and then read several dozen articles to make sure he was totally up on all the modern tactics to ensure a muscle pull was a statistical impossibility. He was as prepared as any person could possibly be, or at least, as far as the narrow range of pulled muscles was concerned. Cracking his knuckles, he looked around at his fellow agents, ready for the culmination of a half year's worth of paranoia.

	Oli's gaze lingered for a moment on Amelia, a team member he still knew very little about. She was a wild card for sure, fun as all hell, but also wanting to perform a [i]barrel roll[/i] on Air Force One was just... he didn't have a good word for it. He didn't want to cross her, and he was glad to have her help, but he didn't like things that he couldn't predict, especially going into encounters where the world was at stake. As Ricky opened the door, Oli turned to watch, only to see that the cleaning staff had weapons trained on them. If he was jumpier, he might have gone to try to disarm them all, but instead, he watched one of them reveal themselves to be Maria, and Oli silently made a mental note to get his hands on whatever tech they were using to cloak their face. He still wasn't convinced they were safe, but as Niah rolled forward and grabbed Maria's hand, he smiled. They'd know soon enough if they were skrulls now, and he resolved to thank Niah when this was all done. His fears were further assuaged as their fluffy little skrull detector hopped into Flynn's arms, leading to him relaxing a bit as the tensions cooled.