<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>NICKNAME(?)<strong>Occupation:</strong>Team Member, Engineer<br/><strong>Bases of Operations:</strong>Futura<strong>Affiliation:</strong>LIGA<br/><br/><hr/><br/><br/>Chrome looked around, a little confused.  "Should we do anything about Captain Santos?  Surely it's nothing PR can't handle.  No reason not to be honest about it, either.  "Captain Santos has taken ill," or "Captain Santos is having side effects from an inoculation.  He should be back to normal in a day or two.  We'll reschedule this."<br/><br/>The black man met Paragon's eyes and gave the alien blond a smile.  When he'd first met her, he'd gotten angry a few times--not taking personal insult at Paragon's personality but getting protective of some of the people she offended.  Now that he understood her better, Chrome just let it slide, but the truth was he was trying to find ways to get closer to her.<br/><br/>Chrome reached for one of the snack bars from the middle of the table.  “I haven't tried these yet.  Are they good?”   He unwrapped one and took a bite, then smiled as he chewed.<br/><br/>After he swallowed, Chrome added, “Delicious.  Probably lab perfected for optimized flavor and damn the resulting pot belly.  Good thing we exercise so  much.”<br/><br/>He savored another bite.<br/><br/>Whiplash's question made him straighten up and look around.  “Is something up with Angel? I haven't seen her today?”