<div class="floatleft">(http://ninjaweazel.wikispaces.com/file/view/Tipene2.png/370444240/Tipene2.png)</div>Name: Tipene Rurik<br/>Title: The Dragon's Eye<br/>Location: Foulweather Bluffs<br/>Tags: Allison<br/><br/><br/>Rurik couldn't keep the grin off of his face as the Corvette slid into position beside the blue Porche.  Taras was undeniably the muscle of the crew, but the little slip of a girl in the car beside him was hands-down the best driver they had.  He eased off the speed and downshifted as they headed past the naval base at Bremerton and into the hard left of an on-ramp, watching the blue Porche cleanly slip ahead of him in the turn and lead him into the relatively deserted expanse of Highway 16.<br/><br/>"Hah!  I love it!  God, shes good!"  The heavyset Russian let one hand pound on his steering wheel as he laughed, then reached down and threw the Vette into gear again as the stereo clicked over to another track. (http://youtu.be/L3FfSyzXM44)  He felt the engine roar in response to his foot on the accelerator, power flowing smoothly into his wheels as he left the on-ramp and slid effortlessly into the far left lane.  He kept his headlights dimmed as he eased up right onto Allison's bumper, swaying slightly back and forth within the lane and watching the shadows shift on the tail of her car.  Then he reached over and turned the headlight control knob all the way to the left, clicking it neatly past where it was supposed to stop to an unmarked setting custom-designed for night time smuggling runs... and every light on the Corvette shut off, leaving Tipene sitting in complete darkness illuminated only by the occasional passing highway light.<br/><br/>He swiftly cut the wheel to the right and slid out from behind Allison's Porche, his hungry piece of shadow moving over to the far right lane and gaining ground again.  He debated a few more not-nice tricks, but decided that the risk of accidents and mistakes was simply too high and focused on simply squeezing every drop of speed he could out of his car.<br/><br/>Another upshift and the Vette howled into the night as Rurik let all one thousand horses stretch their legs.  He flipped the lights of his car back on as the Z06 exploded past the GT2 and flew down the straight lines of the highway like a bullet.  He knew she was lighter and more nimble on the corners, so he had to squeeze every inch of straight lead he could in before Gig Harbor's turns gave her the edge back.