<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> Somewhere on the track<br/><strong>Tags:</strong> Rurik</span></span><br/><hr/><br/>It was a good thing that she was on a relatively straight portion of highway, because with the excessive amount of checking that Allison was doing in her side and rear view mirrors, she barely had any time left to look at the actual road. It was not only annoying to know that Rurik was intentionally hanging back just to taunt her when he could have passed her easily by that point, but more than that it was downright terrifying. Ally could feel her palms getting sweaty as she gripped her steering wheel more tightly than usual, her mind racing even faster than her car with thoughts and theories about the Russian driver's intentions.<br/><br/>She knew that he drove aggressively, and in an even more intentionally dangerous way than Taras for example, but this was sketchier than that...<br/><br/>It was almost as if he was planning to clip the rear end of her Porsche and fishtail it or something. To be fair, Ally had never seen the man do anything <em>that</em> overtly dangerous, but the dark vibe that she got from him left little doubt in her mind that he'd be plenty capable of it. After all, working for the Triads, he must have done much worse than that.<br/><br/>When Rurik finally stopped messing around and sped by her, it was the first time in Ally's life that she'd actually felt relieved about being passed. Without the stress of having the shadow-like corvette prowling around behind her, she was able to get her head back into the race and start working towards regaining her first place. He had a pretty sizable lead on her by the time that they'd made it to the final set of turns near the harbor, so Ally was going to have to hit all of the corners perfectly if she wanted to have a chance.<br/><br/>She actually went into the turns slower than most drivers, but whereas they would suddenly brake hard to reduce their speed at the last second, Ally would slow down gradually and continually modulate her brake and throttle pedals with a series of lightning quick taps from her right foot. It didn't look nearly as flashy as something like drifting, but essentially it was just as dangerous, since she was pushing the limit of how fast her car could go around each corner the whole way though. She had to balance everything on the edge of a knife, and even the tiniest of mistakes could be enough to make her lose the car and crash it.<br/><br/>But the risk wasn't without it's payoffs, obviously, and after working her ass off she'd managed to claw her way back up behind Rurik and his 'Vette. Ally made a couple of attempts to overtake him at first, which he stopped pretty easily by blocking her way, but they'd been mostly meant to feel him out anyways. Having taken the way that he countered her previous attempts into consideration, Ally faked towards the inside on her third try only to quickly change it up and pass Rurik on the outside instead, after he'd already committed himself to blocking the other path.<br/><br/>It was all automatisms and instincts after that. Like a gazelle running from a hungry lion, Ally didn't have time to think, she just <em>did</em>. With the few remaining turns that were left before the final straight, she'd managed to eek out a small lead, now all that was left was to do was mash the throttle and pray that it would be enough to hold out until the finish line.</div>