<div class="floatleft">(http://i183.photobucket.com/albums/x111/Lammy519/Models/Girl20/23456gfd.jpg)</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><strong>Name:</strong> Natalie Strachan<br/><strong>Title:</strong> The Hacker<br/><strong>Location:</strong> En route downtown<br/><strong>Tags:</strong> Open... but not really</span></span><hr/><br/>The terrible thing about motorcycles is that it's really a bitch to check your phone when you're riding one.<br/><br/>There wasn't much time between the declaration of the race winner and the scattering afterward for Natalie to even think to go over and talk to Allison or anyone else she knew at the finish line. The end of the race was nearly as chaotic as the start, though the cars now sped off for many different reasons in many different directions. The biker did the same, instinctually more than anything else and it wasn't until there was a healthy distance and a few city buildings between herself and the finish did she stop to think about what her next move was.<br/><br/>For someone who prides herself on being intuitive and clever, Natalie never thought to look at her phone to read her messages or even send a few out. As she is more often than not found in her own little corner of their hideout, it was pretty much hardwired in her brain to use her tech when she was surrounded by it and not for any social purposes. Even life and death situations, apparently. Still, she did have the mind to remember the contingency plan for such a predicament and after knocking on her helmet a few times to see if her head was still in it, the blonde made her way to the park.<br/><br/><div align="center"><em>-~Continued in Downtown Seattle~-</em></div></div>