Less than a minute passed before she had Dougan on the line. Tashika was treated to the elven face of one slotted-off biker. "Why the frag are you calling me? In case you didn’t know, I’m trying to prepare for a playoff match." Dougan’s features were those of an exaggerated elf—cheekbones so high they nearly blocked out his perfect almond eyes. The points of his ears, sticking up through his straight black hair, seemed sharp enough to cut.