<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/Mtx59.jpg)</div><br/><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><strong>Name:</strong> Allison Leclerc<br/><strong>Title:</strong> The Brains<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Downtown meeting location<br/><strong>Tags:</strong> Taras, Cori</span></span><br/><hr/><br/>Allison could tell right away that something was very wrong just by the tone of Taras' voice. She'd never heard him sound so rattled, which was of course to say that he barely sounded rattled at all, but with him you always had to multiply any hints of emotion tenfold to get an idea of what he was really feeling. He caught himself pretty quickly, probably because he was trying to protect her from whatever was wrong. Ally didn't bother to push for more information, knowing that she'd never wrestle any out of him if he was dead-set on waiting until she joined him and the others at the rendezvous point, plus it wasn't really the time for drawn out phone conversations when the cops were crashing the party down hard.<br/><br/>"Not all the way, but I got it back at the end. Meet you downtown, I'll be there 'soon as I can." That was all the time that they had time for before Ally had to hang up and book it out of there.<br/><br/>Still unable to spot Natalie or Ryan, she didn't have much choice but to get out of there and hope that they'd be alright. Taras could probably call them to make sure since he was already at the safe location. As for herself, Allison was lucky enough not to run into any trouble on her way out of the harbor. Only a single cop car had even bothered to peel off and pursue her, but it had given up after about five seconds, most likely preferring to go after an easier target instead.<br/><br/>Naturally, Ally's head was a maelstrom of worry, theories and wild guesses for the entire duration of the trip to downtown Seattle, no matter how much she tried to stop herself from thinking about it. It was typical for her to overthink and stress about even minor issues, so this weird situation with a bunch of unknowns was downright driving her crazy.<br/><br/>When she finally made it to the meeting location, she didn't notice Cori's arm until after parking her Porsche behind Taras' incognito Chevelle. "Oh my god, what happened!?" Ally exclaimed, skipping the usual hug with Taras to rush towards Cori's side instead. She wanted to help somehow, but she didn't really know anything other than very basic first aid, and the blonde girl's injury looked severe enough to the point where she was afraid that touching it without knowing what she was doing would probably only make it worse. </div>