<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: Foulweather Bluffs<br/>Tags: Mr. Kwan<br/><br/><br/><br/>Tipene barely restrained a grin as he watched Taras stalk away and practically throw himself into the orange Firebird.<em>Tonight will be all too easy if that's all the control you can muster, boy.</em>The half-Russian all but swaggered back to his Corvette, eyes watching distorted reflections in car windows just in case someone felt like being exceptionally foolish.  He hadn't survived as Mr. Kwan's right hand man by being stupid, after all.<br/><br/>Speaking of...<br/><br/>Rurik was dialing his phone even as he slid into the leather interior of the Corvette.  "Race starts in five, sir.  The newest member of Taras' crew does not seem to be participating, but the others are in.  It should be interesting, I look forward to seeing what sort of tricks they have picked up."  He waited for further instructions and any final comments from his boss and then politely hung up the call and settled back into the drivers seat of his car before turning on the stereo.  He could hear the loud heavy rock and metal that Taras and his friends seemed to enjoy, but Tipene preferred something a bit lighter (http://youtu.be/HdHMN7f9Dxk).  He enjoyed the funky brass, and the lyrics seemed very appropriate.<br/><br/>He started the Corvette with a smile, eager to test it on the road after its last round of mechanical and security upgrades.  He knew it was heavier, which would be both a blessing and a curse, but the new body and windows should resist most small arms fire.  Any loss in performance at that point was a sacrifice he was willing to make.  He rolled his car quietly to the very back of the twelve forming up to race and then gunned the engine slightly, turning the low grumble of the engine into a hungry growl.<br/><br/><em>I'm gonna huff, and puff, and blow your house down...</em>