<div style="text-align: left;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: andale mono;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><br/><strong>Name:</strong> <span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><em>Adriano Guillermo</em></span><br/><strong>Title:</strong> The Informant<br/><strong>Location:</strong> His current residence -&gt; his car<br/><strong>Tags:</strong> Open<br/></span></span></div><hr/><div class="floatright">(https://encrypted-tbn2.google.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTDx5aF-CrEImja-ATW2GktOFHjgwZjkP_QIoXF3IfpjD9xXnXz)</div><br/>Adrian was at his place, fast asleep. The sun had just set, but that didn't change the fact that he had wanted to sleep until just before the race. He usually slept on edge, always on the lookout for an intruder. He had alarm systems, but he didn't entirely trust them. Damn technology, it just made things complicated. But then again, that usually benefited him in the long run. He had been living life on the edge like this for a while. He had the money to try to adopt a new life, but he didn't want to embrace the light. He had witnessed what had happened to his father after he had tried to go good. So he had taken to stealing cars, remodeling them, working with gangs. Half the time he simply disassembled the cars, and sold the parts. Other times, he interacted with gangs to get special parts for his own personal vehicles. He had a few hiding in garages around the city, although he supposed he was hedging his bets by keeping several, just for safety.<br/><br/>Then he had spied that other man going to steal the car, the man that seemed like one Adriano could trust. And indeed, him and Taras had become friends. Well, neither of them would likely use that word, if you could've convinced either of them to use that many words. But the relationship was close enough. Adriano was still surprised that Taras had trusted him with the money for tonight's race. Not that Adriano had other intentions, but the level he interacted with the Triads and other gangs around the city meant that most people didn't know who he really worked for, if anyone. He carried himself around like a freelancer, though, and his association with the crew was fairly new compared to most of the rest of the crew.<br/><br/>He woke up, in any case, as the race was nearing. He wasn't nervous in the least. He liked racing, but he hardly put as much superstition into racing as the others. He seemed to take it less seriously. That didn't mean he didn't like racing, though, he loved to drive, and to drive fast, and most of all, to win. And he liked prize money. That was always good. But it never made him nervous. He still had to prepare, though, it wouldn't do to still be drowsy when he was accelerating over 100mph in such a long race.<br/><br/>He had texted the woman from the Triads a while ago. He had some experience with working with different Triads, but never the one in Seattle. And he had been able to find out about them from various outside sources, but Yumi was his first inside contact, and he wanted to make sure he had a contact inside the Triad, especially considering how aggressive they were starting to become. Adriano had had his boys watching the movements, and the Triads had been active lately, though he still didn't have any concrete signs of trouble. But of course, if there were, he would know it was too late to do anything to prevent it.<br/><br/>Adriano showered, dressed in a casual outfit, a tight fitting T-shirt and some black jeans, and strolled out of his current residence, an apartment conveniently located near the start of the race. He moved somewhat frequently, as he was paranoid and didn't like staying in any one location too long. Though he did stay long enough that it wasn't a pain in the ass to move all the time. He carted most of his important possessions around with him, or in his car, in any case.<br/><br/>Adriano strolled to the nearby garage, and revved up the engine of a car he had been tinkering with lately, with a few new experimental parts. As he turned on the headlights and revved up the engine, a dark smile spread across his face. The nighttime was his element, and as he drove out onto the roads, he felt himself waking up to the fresh air, ready to race.