<div class="floatright">(https://encrypted-tbn2.google.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTDx5aF-CrEImja-ATW2GktOFHjgwZjkP_QIoXF3IfpjD9xXnXz)</div><br/><div style="text-align: left;"><strong>Name:</strong> Adriano Guillermo<br/><strong>Title:</strong> Black Market Liaison / The Informant / Driver<br/><strong>Location:</strong> His Car &gt; The Loft<br/><strong>Tags:</strong> Chris, Taras, Ally, Nick<br/><hr/><br/>Adriano was driving through the streets calmly, headed to the crew's loft apartment. He loved to race, and was ruthless when racing, but outside of that, he wasn't a huge fan of random street racing. Unless some asshole pissed him off enough, or the police were chasing him, or he was running late for something. He was a quiet person, and he liked his alone time in his car. His car that he used when making deals was an old souped-up Maserati. It wasn't the fastest thing on the road, but it had a luxurious interior and enough horsepower to pull whatever parts he had stored in his trunk. His trunk was also modified to be larger, at the cost of the back row of seats. This wasn't a school bus, though, so he had no need of any seat other than the driver's seat.<br/><br/>His racing car was a Ferrari. His Italian roots were obvious from his slight accent, but his love of cars extended that way too. Not that he preferred them that much over other cars, but they reminded him of home, and gave him comfort when driving or racing. In any case, the Maserati worked well when he was with other gangs or dealers, and the Ferrari was built for speed. He usually left it at the shop, though. Between all the mechanics there, he knew there was no better place for it.<br/><br/>Most of the crew knew bits and pieces of his history in Italy, and his identity was no secret. His father's murderers did not care about him enough to chase after him all the way to the USA, which was good enough for him. He would've hated living under another name, in any case. However, few knew the whole story except for Chris. Chris was his best friend in the crew, the one he'd known longest. He was one of the few people who could joke around Adriano freely, and have a chance of eliciting that slight twinge of his lips that could be mistaken for a smile. And Taras, he was a man of his own heart. The two had not spoken much, but there was a silent brotherhood between them, both similar men, with rough childhoods.<br/><br/>That was when Adriano pulled up to the shop, and parked the car in his garage. He wasn't a huge socialite, but he enjoyed being around other members of the crew, and he enjoyed drinking. When he was with the crew he felt more open than usual, even if the difference didn't amount to much. Today, he had brought some special cargo in his car, which he would reveal later. He wanted to be able to surprise the whole crew at once, and he didn't know who had arrived yet. He finally got out and locked the doors before heading upstairs. Regardless of how much he trusted the crew, he didn't feel safe leaving his car wide open anywhere. Besides, he didn't want anyone to stumble on his surprise cargo.<br/><br/>He plodded up the stairs, emerging into the opening and seeing Taras, Ally, and Nick. He didn't say anything, but made a gesture with his hand, somewhat like a wave to Ally and Nick, before going to the grill, to see what was cooking. "Smells good." he said, even though it was probably just because he was hungry. He nodded to Taras, peering over the grill to see what was cooking, as he leaned back against another part of the wall, waiting for the food to cook. He watched the flames as they danced. "Where's everyone else? I'm usually last." he asked. It was true, he was usually here last because he usually was around a gang or dealership during the week. He came into the loft and garage as much as he could though, and he would be in the area until the race, for sure, getting ready.</div>