<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<br/><br/>Mayumi stood on the hillside that lined the outlined course of the race. She had gotten the lay out of the chosen run from a man that had helped clear it for the race itself. The young man as all men she had come across in her life was easily bought. With that information her cameras were set and she had scooted the perfect vantage point. The only chance at a clear shot in the whole lay out of the race.  From her vantage point she over looked the hairpin turn by Chico on HWY 16. The small time unknown racer she had payed off would mark the car she was to hit. A quick flash of lights two turns before the one she over looked. Another expendable member of her what they thought was her team. Little did they know in the end Mayumi always worked alone.<br/><br/>As she watched the racers line up on her tablet, the cameras giving her all sorts of details. She even managed to get a few posted about the staging area. Video she'd later had over to the information specialist within the Triad. They would go over the imagery and hand any further info over to those who could use it. Be it her for future targets or the racing team Mr.Kwan seem so interested in. In truth she did not understand the need or care for such petty racing. But she never questioned what the Triad wished to do with their resources. That after all was not her place or purpose.<br/><br/>Mayumi stood from her bike and walked to the edge of the small cliff she was staged at. Kneeling down she dropped the case that was attached to her back softly onto the ground. Opening it with a quick click she set to assembling the sniper rifle she would use for the current operation. A short low toned beat sounded from her tablet as the race started. The racers jetting past her first set of cameras and motion detectors.<strong>"One..."</strong><br/><br/>Another beep sounded, "<strong>Two....</strong>"she spoke softly as she counted down and her hands worked quickly. Another beep,<strong>"Three..."</strong>she lay down on her stomach and set the stand. Another beep,<strong> "Four..."</strong>she sighted the scope and started to adjust. Another beep,<strong>"Five..."</strong>she adjusted for the wind, the direction, slope, speed of the bullet, and curvature of the bullet, estimated speed of target and direction flow. Making sure her presets were accurate. Another beep two beeps past,<strong>"Six....seven...."</strong>she made sure her sound masking was in place. And looked to the screen her paid racer skating through the crowd of racers. Another beep sounded,<strong> "Eight..."</strong>and she saw a flash of lights. Data came up on her screen as she marked the targeted car. An more accurate estimate of speed came up within the sound of the next beep.<strong> "Nine..."</strong>she said and adjusted her gun for the last time. Taking aim she took one breath and let it out as the next beep sounded.<strong>"Ten."</strong>she spoke and without hesitation she squeezed the trigger and let her shot sale through the air. The data said the car belonged to Cori, not that Mayumi cared for names. It was simply a task on a checklist set before her. And in the end it would only be another red mark on her record. And those never needed names.<br/><br/><br/>