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[h1][color=7d16c7]Oliver Sullivan[/color][/h1]
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	Oliver turned instinctively as the door opened to let Celestine in, almost charging her on impulse, before he stopped himself. IT was only at that moment he realized exactly how stressed he was. His heart was [i]racing[/i], pounding faster than he could remember it ever having beaten before. This level of direct engagement and action was new to him, and a part of him honestly loved it. He felt powerful in a way he normally didn't, and in control, something that had been sorely lacking from his life recently. It was also at this moment Oli realized that he was the most senior agent among the three of them, something that was [i]also[/i] a new feeling.

	Oli shook his head at Amelia's idea, "[color=7d16c7]We needed a way out of here, and we finally got one. We can't give it up now.[/color]" He said, looking over to the flashing console, and then over to Celestine, "[color=7d16c7]Let's coordinate extraction, make it to the team, and get the hell out of here.[/color]" He decided, rubbing his temples. Where they would go, once they were out of the Iron, he had no idea, but he had the pressing feeling that time was of the essence. Doom and Luminous wouldn't be sitting on their hands this entire time, and they'd lost countless hours here; they needed to move on as soon as possible.