<div class="floatright">(http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b52/jotunusmc/36827_421832359861_518524861_4822950_3819136_n.jpg)</div><br/><hr/><hr/><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Taras Ivan Markovski<strong>  -  Name           </strong><br/>The Muscle<strong>  -  Title              </strong><br/> Westpoint Lighthouse, Discovery Park - Downtown<strong>  -  Location     </strong><br/> Cori, Allison, Natalie, Adriano, Ryan<strong>  -  Tagged         </strong></span></span></div><hr/><hr/><br/><br/><div align="center"><strong>- =  <span class="bbc_u"><em>Continued from: Seattle City Outskirts &amp; Suburbs</em></span>  = -</strong> (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=152694.msg7679847#msg7679847)</div><br/><br/><hr/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">     Despite the extremity of the situation, the fact that all of the other crew members except one had made it back unscathed began to put Taras at ease. That, and the fact that their was a trained physician working hard on Cori's damaged arm. He was no surgeon, but Field Paramedics tended to have some of that extremely practical medical knowledge that real doctors never learned. The Ukrainian just hoped it was within his ability to handle - as they couldn't risk going to a hospital - though they would if they must.<br/><br/>     His fellow crew leader seemed to be experiencing quite a bit of pain, even with morphine - which wasn't the best of signs. However, the fact that she could feel anything at all was at least optimistic. Taras didn't mind pain all that much - it let him know his body was working, and that he was in fact alive. It was in watching Cori fight through the pain that he finally began to feel his own injuries. They were nothing compared to hers, but his knuckles had been torn up, and his left shoulder was sore; probably from slamming into the Subaru and forcing it into the concrete barriers. Small flashes played back of his actions. He bristled slightly as he recalled punching the driver several times. He kind of wished he'd done more - but the guy was injured enough (or so he thought).<br/><br/>     Inside, Taras was still fuming slightly; but on the outside he was completely calm. He'd worn too many of his emotions on his sleeve already tonight. He wanted to say something to distract them all, to get their take their attention off of Cori. He knew she hated being pitied; and they all knew it was serious. <strong>"When I find out who's responsible for this..."</strong> he started, his accent thick, and a touch of anger still present in his tone. He never finished the sentence though. He didn't need to. Everyone in the crew knew how he handled things, they knew how he felt. He didn't handle emotions well. Being angry irritated him, and it made him even more angry.<br/><br/>    He took in a breath and tried to force the simmering thoughts out of his mind and focus on the positive. They were all here, all alive. Except for Ryan. He was a new addition to the crew, and the only one that hadn't been a part of the group for years. He'd been recruited primarily for his skills and abilities - and he was a likable guy; but he wasn't family quite yet. For whatever reason, Taras didn't feel the sense of unease and worry that he did were Adriano, Cori, Allison, or Natalie missing. He'd show up eventually. After all, he did have skills.<br/><br/>     Taras moved away from the group then, trying to get the immediate events out of his mind and think back into what happened, what caused it; and perhaps what the intentions behind it were. Given the place on the track where the event happened, it seemed like whoever had planned it had been planning it would have done more damage. Cori got away very lucky. Careening off the hillside like that, in a car that heavy... she's God-damned lucky she didn't hit sideways and roll all the way into the harbor and drown. He shook his head and crossed his arms, looking back across the wide harbor to the other side - where it had all taken place. <br/><br/>     In about a half hour, he'd have more answers. After they met with Mr. Kwan. That fucking bastard. They needed to get out from under the Triads heavy hand, but they were in so deep; where could they even start? Tonight had been crazy enough, they'd have to start discussing it tomorrow. For now, they'd meet with the Triads, then head home to the Loft in Ballarad, just a stones throw from Discovery Park, across Salmon Bay.</div>