<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> On the road<br/><strong>Tags:</strong> Taras, Cori<br/></span></span></div><hr/><div class="floatright">(https://encrypted-tbn2.google.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTDx5aF-CrEImja-ATW2GktOFHjgwZjkP_QIoXF3IfpjD9xXnXz)</div><br/>Adriano was dialed in. He was in the back of race, save that one car he had passed (what a shitty driver, he had thought to himself), and only intense focus would bring him back. Luckily, Adriano was one of those people that could filter everything else out of his mind to focus on one task. His wary nature meant that he rarely did this, but racing was a time when he could focus on one thing and ignore everything else. And it felt good, to not have to worry about everything and to just drive.<br/><br/>Then, all hell broke loose. He heard some metal flying around him, accompanied by a loud cracking sound. It sounded like a knife flying into a car, or like part of a vehicle snapping loose and flying into the engine. While everyone here took excellent care of their vehicles, some people also made some dangerous mods. Perhaps one of those went wrong and snapped loose? He couldn't quite identify the source of the sound, though, so he kept driving, steamrolling his way past another driver as they went through a curve. Sucker.<br/><br/>Then, Adriano saw what had happened. Something had happened to Cori's car, and she was losing control. Sabotage? Adriano felt the blood rising in his veins. As important as this race was, he couldn't stand people taking blatant potshots at the crew. What was more infuriating was that it had happened during a race. Adriano hated having his focus interrupted.