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Chances come and go,
Doors open and close,
People come and go,
You need to adapt to life,
Otherwise, it will swallow you whole.
-L
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Flashback 5 weeks ago: Silverstone
Christian Horner and Helmut Marko sit behind the pit wall looking at the data they are collecting from the RB18 that is currently on track being driven by Liam Lawson another one of Red Bull's driving prospects for the second seat.
Liam was pulling okay times for the track at hand which would put him in the midfield, with times of 1:29:031. The other RB18 that is running on track by the one and only Max Verstappen is pulling times like 1:26:720.
"Alright let's pull Liam in and put Mila in the car, we can not expect her to be pulling times like Max" Christian comments to Marko who is sitting next to him.
"Look I think we should just sign Liam. Testing her is just going to be a waste of time" Marko scoffs leaning back in his chair, Christian just rolls his eyes and leans forward pressing the mic button.
"Alright Liam come in and box, we are swapping drivers" Christian looks down noticing Liam has pressed the confirm button. Christian turns around to see the Brunette Australian standing there in her Red Bull Racing suit, he waves the Aussie over which she agrees, running across the pitlane.
"Alright Milia, here is the plan you are going to run six laps around Silverstone three flying and three out laps. Is that clear?" she nods in response and gives Christian the thumbs up. She runs back to the garage grabbing her lucky helmet and balaclava, in utter disbelief that she has been given a second chance.
The RB18 comes rumbling into the pitlane halting in front of Milia's garage, the Kiwi jumps out of the car walking over to the Australian. "Good Luck Kangaroo, you are going to need it" Lawson says playfully tapping Mila's Shoulder.
"You of all people know I don't need luck Lawson" she replies hastily, before climbing into the RB18 that had now been moved into the garage and her seat had been fitted to the car. An engineer hands her the steering wheel, and she slowly travels out onto the track.
