<div style="text-align: left;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: andale mono;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><br/><strong>Name:</strong> <span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><em>Adriano Guillermo</em></span><br/><strong>Title:</strong> The Informant<br/><strong>Location:</strong> On the road<br/><strong>Tags:</strong> Taras, Cori<br/></span></span></div><hr/><div class="floatright">(https://encrypted-tbn2.google.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTDx5aF-CrEImja-ATW2GktOFHjgwZjkP_QIoXF3IfpjD9xXnXz)</div><br/>It was only when Adriano neared the scene that he actually noticed the broken guard rails.<em>Fuck,</em>he thought to himself, thinking that Cori must have gone over. He thought Cori had lost control while driving around the turn, but he hadn't realized that she had fallen off the fucking course. This was worse than he had originally thought, it was getting serious. He hoped Cori was alright. Adriano summoned his phone with its voice-activation and called one of his boys and told them to call for help. He would've done it himself, but his Ferrari's roaring engine made it hard to hear already. The microphone that he was wearing in his collar helped make the call more understandable, but he didn't want to call an ambulance with it, especially since he didn't want to screw it up while driving at these high speeds.<br/><br/>In fact, all he managed to say on the phone was, "Cori flew off the course. Probably injured. Probably sabotage. First hard turn." The ambulance probably wouldn't have understood that, but his men back at the start of the race would be able to translate that into something more realistic. For something like this, they knew that 911 wasn't the first option, so they called in a paramedic who was conveniently also an ambulance driver that Adriano knew, one who was willing to come in and help out. As long as it didn't require extended care, he was the best person to call in on emergencies like this. Best not to get the police involved so quickly.<br/><br/>As Adriano finally turned the corner, sure that someone would come to help Cori, he passed Taras. Oh, and the car that Taras had utterly fucked up in rage, no doubt because of what that driver probably did to Cori. No doubt Rurik or one of his boys was behind this. Luckily, the driver right ahead of him was one of the Triad's boys. Without any finesse or skill at all, Adriano simply rammed straight into the back of the car, stepping on the gas pedal. The car in front of him slid on top of his car as he turned to slam it into the concrete on the side of the road. "Take that, fucker." Adriano muttered, as he got out of his car and walked over to the other car.<br/><br/>He opened the other car's door and pulled out the driver, landing a solid punch on the side of his face as he did. "How did you sabotage her car?" Adriano said, in a low, impatient voice. He tossed the driver outside of his car, but he only shook and protested his innocence.<em>He probably doesn't know anything anyway,</em>Adriano thought to himself, though he gave the driver a kick in the side just to be safe. Besides, it wasn't like he could continue driving at this point.