<div class="floatright">(http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b52/jotunusmc/36827_421832359861_518524861_4822950_3819136_n.jpg)</div><br/><hr/><hr/><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Taras Ivan Markovski<strong>  -  Name           </strong><br/>The Muscle<strong>  -  Title              </strong><br/> Hairpin turn at the bay inlet<strong>  -  Location     </strong><br/> Cori<strong>  -  Tagged         </strong></span></span></div><hr/><hr/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">     A giant sigh of relief was issued as Taras saw Cori more-or-less intact. Her car, on the other hand, was completely totaled. He could smell the different fluids and chemicals that filled various components of the drivetrain, which meant that trying to even salvage the engine was likely a waste of time. Cori was angry, and she responded the only way that made sense in such a situation. She looked up in his direction and answered all of the questions he could have possibly asked her before he even had a chance to open his mouth.<br/><br/>     He bounded down the hill in her direction, eyeing her carefully to make sure there weren't any life-threatening injuries that would need immediate hospitalization. As he neared her he could hear the distant sound of sirens, and he spoke quickly. <strong>"We have to get out of here fast - I left a mess the cops aren't going to like. They'll be looking for us. Go get in the car, I'll be there in a second."</strong> <br/><br/>     The tall Ukrainian then hurried over to the wrecked vehicle and pried open the already bent hood with his bare hands. He ripped out one of the long air hoses and then tore through the front cab looking for Cori's lighter. It was on the floor of the passenger side. With the two tools in hand he slid to the back of the vehicle and shoved one end of the hose down into the gas-tank. Taras put the other end to his mouth and got a good siphon going before tossing the loose end into the backseat. He then struck the lighter and lit the poor caddy ablaze before bounding back up the hill to catch up with Cori. He spat a few times as he ran - trying to get rid of the taste of gasoline.<br/><br/>     He helped Cori climb the last couple of feet up the hillside with a hand around her waist; and then guided her towards the passenger side of his car. The sirens were getting louder now. As soon as Cori was halfway in the car, Taras ran around to his own side and jumped in. His female counterpart barely had time to close her door before he shoved in the clutch and pushed the Firebird into first. He took the first small side-street he could find and started quickly making his way towards the Fox Island Pier. <strong>"We've got to get a hold of the others."</strong> Taras said in a concerned tone. <strong>"What happened to you was intentional - and I'm pretty sure if you weren't the only target..."</strong><br/><br/>     As they coasted down a straight and quiet road, Taras had the time to turn his head and get a better look at Cori's injuries. <strong>"Vision's blurry from the blood, or is it worse than that?"</strong> He asked, hoping for the former.</div>