[h1][b][i][color=limegreen][center]Sami Rhodes[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1]
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[color=limegreen]Skills:[/color] Power Sensing
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Sami's lips pursed as he could barely get a word in edgeways at his Uncle's rant. Was he really acting surprised at Sami's hotheadedness? He'd raised him since he was an angry little pre-teen, and he knew fine well he hadn't cooled down in the slightest when he'd suggested the S.H.I.E.L.D  Academy training to him. His other comments tickled said temper, and as the line went dead, Sami glared at the phone as he immediately rang back and left his own scathing message in his Uncle's voicemail.

[color=limegreen]"First things first, don't talk shit to me about my mother. That woman picked a pathetic specimen of life over her own son and you were the poor son of a bitch left to pick up the pieces, so don't [i]fuckin'[/i] tell me to call her. Secondly, none of my fuckin' powers are psychic. If the computer starts glitching and messing everything up, I can't guarantee it's gonna last forever, because guess what? It wasn't supposed to fuckin' happen in the first damn place. Finally, if I'm up against some over-powered hot mess with daddy issues and a penchant for genocide, then yeah, I think that's grounds for lethal force. These people are terrorists, and last I checked, our government was permitted to kill terrorists. I don't know your goddaughter, so I couldn't give a flying fuck about what she would think about her boyfriend. He may have a clean slate now, but in that simulation he sure as hell didn't."[/color] He paused, taking a deep breath. [color=limegreen]"You want to talk to me as an Uncle, then phone me in your spare time. You want to talk to me as a Colonel, then you do it through the proper channels. But don't fuckin' scold me like a kid via Fury's spare phone like some kind of fucked up helicopter parent. [i]It makes us look bad.[/i]"[/color] Hanging up swiftly, Sami shut the phone off and made his way back to the room with the others - passing Fury and Sparks and tossing the former the phone back as he went by, whistling nonchalantly. No point in letting them know he was bothered by his Uncle's poor choice of words. 

As for the simulation, Sami wasn't feeling too broken up about it. In order to succeed, it appeared they expected him to do something far too risky and unlikely in a real-life situation. Or, they expected him to just know what to do despite it being impossible. Whatever the case, there'd be plenty of missions in the future where he could prove himself properly without depending on glitches and damaged computer programs.

Re-entering the room and shutting the door behind him, Sami was pleased to see everyone else was waking up. He doubted all of them had died at the same time, so something must have gone well.

[color=limegreen]"Mornin' folks. You guys save the day?"[/color] He asked the waking individuals with a grin, glancing at Grif and wondering if he'd have any residual phantom pain left over from the simulation.