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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Calinon" data-source="post: 1779519" data-attributes="member: 13737">SAP HeadquartersMichelle, StraightjacketThe officer nods to Straightjacket.  "Yes, and I don't think we want to waste thirty minutes tracking down blueprints," the officer says.  "My clearance should be good enough to get us up to the floor below where the terrorists are." "Hey, if those SWAT guys got in from the roof, some of us could go up there and get in the same way." "Hey, good idea," Straightjacket's dad says.  "We'll wait on your go, boy," he says to his son.  "Alright, girly, lets have it!" he exclaims, slapping Michelle hard on the rear, earning an extra large reflexive blast of energy.  He flies backwards over the police and skids along the pavement some fifty feet away as a result, but soon picks himself off and is glowing an intense green.  "Good one, girly!  I know who to come to for a recharge!  Let's go, bouncy!" he says, then blasts upwards into the air at surprising speed, leaving a bright green trail behind him. "No wait!  There's..." Tara starts, but he's already gone. "Coming!" Rebound says, and he inflates and starts a few test bounces before bouncing high into the air and hitting his rocket belt and chasing after the glowing man. "Wait!  Lots of guns!" Tara calls up after them.  "Oh boy," she says. Ina's camera gets it all on film. Sanjay"The terrorist is attempting to escape!  Seal the field!  Detonating gel packs!" the SWAT member before you shouts into his comm.  Of course, it makes you rather wonder just what a "gel pack" is. Until you recall that they had stuck something to your sphere. Something that might be on the floor.  That probably looks like two small blocks of plastic explosives laying just to either side of you. That you really pooched the spot check for last round. All that you note in just a few moments, then they go off with a powerfully concussive force!  The table Vida and the assistant are crouched behind survives the blast, though it is badly dented, while you catch the blast full force.  It's a directional charge, blowing only forward towards you, and luckily for you, one of the charges turned enough when it fell to the floor to blast harmlessly into the lab to your left.  You briefly lament the fact that they both didn't do that until you smash into the windows and their surrounding energy field.  The field jolts you and the end result of the whole ordeal leaves you on your hands and knees, reeling from the impact. Reflex save (DC15):  12 failsDamage save (DC20):  26 succeedsWill save (DC15):  14 fails (stunned by the "stun" power) The blast leaves you covered by some slimy, gel-like substance that coats you nearly entirely.  Its touch leaves you lethargic and unable to focus, though it is obviously designed to incapacitate people, not kill them. The save will be DC14 on your turn (which is now) and you can use a hero point to re-roll however you like, but not to simply cancel the power. October 26, 2120Brighton Transit Terminal 1Brighton, England, 6:45AMJeremy Alfredson York"I see," the officer says.  He grabs the watch on the man's wrist and turns it over to find an inscription with your name on it engraved on the back.  "Well, that cinches it then," the officer says.  "Good job, laddy, though you shouldn't be doing things like that.  You could get hurt," he says. The man whose wallet had been lifted is easily found.  As soon as the commotion started, he, like everyone else, watched with interest.  The police return his wallet, and take your brief and concise report.  Someone snaps a few pictures, though you don't notice who it is. "Thanks for all that, laddy," the officer says to you as he leads the crook away, leaving you to board your train for home with barely two minutes to spare!  As you plop down in your seat, the man whose wallet had been stolen boards as well and walks towards you.  You notice that he's a fairly large man, very muscular and he carries himself like someone who knows how to handle himself.  He's of African descent and is wearing an extremely well tailored suit, obviously of Italian design. "You don't mind?" he says, indicating the seat beside you, though he's already sitting before you answer.  "You're one of those York boys, aren't you?" he asks with an American accent and an appraising look.  "Yeah, you are," he adds without a real pause.  "You look alot alike that other one; the one in EPIC.  What's his name now..." he ponders.</blockquote>

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