<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/ab/1TE3teJ.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">CHROME, PL 10 (150 PP)</span></span><br/><br/><strong>Real Name:</strong>Ryan Greene<strong>Identity:</strong>SECRET (But his teammates call him Ryan in private.)<br/><strong>Alias:</strong>Chrome<strong>Occupation:</strong>Team Member, Engineer<br/><strong>Bases of Operations:</strong>Futura<strong>Affiliation:</strong>LIGA<br/><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Midnight Angel, General<br/><hr/><br/><br/>Chrome was only vaguely disappointed when when Athena didn't at least meet his eyes over the candy bar.  He'd spoken directly to her, after all.  The rest was water off his back.  It always was, now that he'd decided to let it be...<br/><br/>'Til the words, " I don't care what she has going on with her boyfriend."<br/><br/>Chrome jerked violently.  That nano second was a race between Chrome's heart and his brain as to whether or not his fist would connect with her face about 7 seconds before they hit the camera line.<br/><br/>Ryan's brain was faster.   It always was.<br/><br/>Sometime he hated himself for that.