[u][b][color=a187be]Shinjiro Karasawa[/color][/b][/u]

The Japanese-American expatriate rounded the bend, baring teeth and quite literally venting steam from each pore as he sharply whipped his neck across its permissible range of motion, searching the area for any sign of the kidnappers.

[color=a187be]"Dammit, this ain't good..."[/color] came the growl of mounting frustration, spake with shocking fluency and clarity given his clenched and now gritting teeth. Just how in the hell had they run off so quick?

A light breeze rolled through, and the unmistakably out-of-place movement of a splotch of color near the ground caught his eye.

...That was that french chick's ribbon!

Following the motion, he quickly discovered many just like it. Even with emotions at their height and blood running hot as his was, putting two and two together was a task a baby could figure out, let alone someone damn near a grown-ass man.

[color=a187be][i]There's my fuckin' trail.[/i]

"Better be runnin' FASTER, [i]BOZOS![/i]"[/color] he roared, taking off with redoubled vigor.