<div class="floatleft">(http://files.myopera.com/nikkoss29/albums/230518/thumbs/Kelly%20Hu%205.jpg_thumb.jpg)</div>Name: Mayumi Takahashi<br/>Title: Dragons Talon<br/>Location: Foulweather Bluff<br/>Tags:open, mentions Taras<br/><br/>Yumi stood her assignment fulfilled for now, in the end the information she gather on the racers was more than enough to justify her worth. The hits on them were to be filled at her leisure anyway. Her hands worked quickly to take apart the rifle she had just used. The gun would be melted down and she would get a new one. As she always did after a job, no gun ever affected the bullet the same way. And once disposed of there would be nothing to trace back to her. Not that the gun would be easily track in the first place. But one could never be to careful in this day and age.<br/><br/>She looked at the tablet by her side just as the view of Taras came up. She paused watching him beat the man in the car senseless. It was the man she used to light the mark. She sighed and made sure to record that little bit of data as an idea formed in her head. Placing on her helmet and stashing her gear on the bike. Yumi waited till the drivers were clear and quickly road down to the now unconscious driver. Stopping her bike on the other side of the road so no tire marks would be left from her bike. At least not by the soon to be dead body. Her shoes touched earth; the souls were made to make her feet look bigger. If any investigator even thought to look at them. They come to the conclusion that they belonged to a man. Yumi was one to cover all her tracks, one of the reasons she was so good at what she did.<br/><br/>Staying in the camera's blind spot she fuzzed out the filming and bought herself 15 seconds. More than enough for what she had planned. Walking over being sure to stay as out of site as possible she got to the side window of the paid of drivers car. He groaned and looked up at her; he looked bloody and well beaten. He started to speak but she stopped him. Her gloved hand covers his lips, even with the helmet blocking her face he probably knew who she was. And probably knew what was to happen next. Reaching in Yumi studied the bruises for a moment. And gripped his head twisting in the direction of the blows, twisting till she heard a sudden pop. Just that quick the man was dead limp in his seat.<br/><br/>Walking back over she shuffled her feet enough to erase her tracks, trying to leave only Taras. Between that and the video she now had of him blatantly beating the man to death, Yumi had leverage for later use. After all what a better way to pull apart a group then from within. Their leader turned murder and going to jail. Turmoil would ensue and make her job that much easier in the end.<br/><br/>Hopping back on her bike she made sure the file was saved before driving off. The leverage she had now may come in handy later, not to mention the data collected on the cars from the race. With one swift motion she pulled off slowly, only to speed off and away from the scene. Avoiding the drivers and other people present, leaving her light off till she was well clear of the scene. Yumi would head home, send for a cleaner crew to gather the cameras as soon as it was clear to do so. If all else failed she had a small charge in each one. That would destroy them easily enough. She just hated leaving anything behind.<br/><br/>As she drove home Yumi stopped long enough to grab some ice cream. One of her very few bad habits, sitting in the dairy queen parking lot miles away from the murder she had just committed. Yumi sat and ate her sunday. Sending the video of the race to the techs back at the triad home base. They could analyze it and see to figuring out how to beat the other drivers. But she kept the clip of Taras to herself. She wasn't paid to set those sorts of things up, and honestly she liked having an ace up her own sleeve.<br/>