<div class="floatleft">(http://ninjaweazel.wikispaces.com/file/view/Tipene2.png/370444240/Tipene2.png)</div>Name: Tipene Rurik<br/>Title: The Dragon's Eye<br/>Location: Hotel vehicle fleet garage<br/>Tags: Open<br/><br/><br/>Tipene was pleased.  And dirty.  But mostly pleased.  He ignored the grease stains on his hands and redlined the engine of the Corvette again, shifting from gear to gear as the Z06 roared.  The half-Russian let the Corvette idle for a moment before shutting it down, enjoying the fade of the engines sinister growl.<em>Like a sleeping tiger.  Or perhaps a dragon would be more appropriate...</em>He wiped his grease-stained hands on his open coveralls and began disconnecting the various sensors from the Vette's engine, neatly returning everything to its place in the small subterranean garage.  It was handy having a shop on-hand for the hotel's fleet of limos and service vehicles, a convenience that Tipene was only too glad to put to use in maintaining both the 2012 Z06 he had modified for work as well as his personal 1969 Corvette Stingray.<br/><br/>Rolling his shoulders to work out a faint stiffness from hours of wrenchwork, Tip cleaned his hands and headed to the elevator that would return him to his private suites and the waiting hot shower.<br/><br/>Alone in its corner of the garage, the dyno in the beeped and spat out a few lines on a graph, followed by a small printout.<br/><tt class="bbc_tt">Max RPM: 6300<br/>Max HP: 1000</tt>