<div class="floatleft">(http://i50.tinypic.com/xang9.jpg)</div><br/><div style="text-align: left;"><strong>Name:</strong> Cori Adams<br/><strong>Title:</strong> Fucking Skills<br/><strong>Location:</strong> The Puget Sound<br/><strong>Tags:</strong> <em>none</em><br/><hr/><br/>Cori felt rush after rush of centered free-form thought. It was refreshing. The work that Taras had done on her arm was considerable, and though the pain was still excruciating, she felt much better, knowing that some one else had looked at. He had been worried for her. But he was hardly speeding. She felt safe around him. <br/><br/>The feeling was odd, and an alien expression was visible on her face for most of the trip through the islands to Deception pass. They had passed through Oak Harbor, and Camano. The views were breathtaking, even in the shadow of the night.  Perhaps it was the concussion, but Cori could see in the dark more effectively than usual. Her perception was more kin. Her mind was heavy with death. She felt lucky- yet more so- infallible. It felt like a part of her had burned away with her car, and she was starting to regret the decision to look back and watch it explode. There were silver linings though. Beyond the mere fact that she had survived the crash - Cori was looking at the big picture with more clarity as every mile zipped by. Taras had briefed her on the accident the moment she had climbed into the car. And, now- All of what he had said was starting to make sense. <br/><br/>Cori was honored. <em>'That's right. I would have made that European freak look like a fool.'</em> Rurik- <em>' My 'Ol baby would have smoked him on the straight away- could have made that race a crap shoot for fun-'</em> That alien expression grew wider. She seemed to be cleaning her bi-focals- except, Cori didn't wear glasses. A blank expression, hard thinking. Her right knee was curled up into her chest. Her other foot could barely reach the floor board of the sleeper car. <em>'They targeted me because I'm better than the rest of the team. The biggest threat.'</em> She couldn't shake that one, as false as it was. <br/><br/>She was in the trees, there was no way to see the forest. It was an ego boost. She was breathing vengeance. She was full of shit. <br/><br/>As they floated over the lulling slope of the deception pass bridge (http://oi49.tinypic.com/2jac9jd.jpg), she nearly cried. Like one giant crescendo. Her right arm had vanished in the sight of the islands and the man made lake below her. Every time she glanced to Taras, she was stabilized and calm. Her silence was odd though. She was starting to get used to sting in her fingers and her wrist.<br/><br/><div align="center"><em>-~Continued in Downtown Seattle.~-</em></div></div>