<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Sheet</div><div class="spoiler_body">https://docs.google.com/document/d/18LPfAKOuqmoLRM37WNoYzCn23yCZ9jMurni8Thq1eQc/edit?usp=sharing</div></div><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Chance Dexter (sorry about the size)</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-70ky--twlt8/VAOXIyRKdbI/AAAAAAAAAms/wagQLSzHHGc/w658-h879-no/henry-cavill-photo_.jpg)</div></div><br/>Former OPD Detective Chance Dexter was not exactly feeling like the luckiest man alive, his head pounding from the hangover he earned at the party with the models. His colleagues actually, after the catastrophe that was his arrest and court appearance, modelling was the only paying job he had left. Not that he could blame anyone. It was his accursed luck. Sometimes it send him into directions he completely did not expect. Like flying out of the OPD on charges of corruption and straight into prison. And instead of being found innocent he was released on a technicality.<br/><br/>So distracted he was by his own ramblings that he walked straight past a police barrier, with the officer on call too busy with others to notice him. The Special Weapons and Tactics team was focused on their path of ingress into the bank. And the goon that was supposed to watched the revolving door entrance had only momentarily glanced at the somewhat exposed thigh on the pretty girl on the floor. The ones guarding the hostages were too focused on their task, and the hostages themselves too cowed by their assailants.<br/><br/>And so he walked into his bank, pulled out his card and stuck it into the slot, waiting for it to process, and then he started with his withdrawal. He would need a little cash for the day.<br/><br/>As he pulled out the money and turned around, he suddenly saw the guys with the guns and the situation at hand.<br/><br/>"Just my luck." he muttered, as he reached for his gun, glancing at the first hostage taker he saw. Nothing showed. It never did. But the moment he glanced there came a light fixture crashing from the shot up roof and into the guy Chance just glanced at.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Used my Catastrophe Power (DC27 Toughness to resist) </div></div><br/><br/><br/><br/>