Seems Liam and Fernando can't get enough of each other in this alternate universe either oops.
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Tomás
— March 19th, 2023. Jeddah, Saudi Arabia.
I had started on pole, and so far made the best use of it. There were only twenty laps left, and Max had been stuck in fourth, behind Liam and Fernando, who had been fighting for second the whole race. It seemed the World Champion was waiting for one or the other to give in, allowing him to slip past and drive straight for me. Unfortunately for him, Liam was on much fresher tyres, constantly out-maneuvering the Aston Martin, defending my position like his life depended on it.
"How long are you planning on leaving me out here?" I asked Andi, glancing in my mirrors to see a failed attempt of Fernando trying to overtake.
"How much do you have in you?"
"Two laps at most." I narrated the graining of the tyres, yet to pit.
"Build the gap. We'll bring you in at ten."
"Copy."
Hitting the accelerator, I pushed more time between Liam and I, tyres whining at the overuse.
"Gap?"
"That's seven. Double it."
"You said ten, mate."
"We need all we can, Taz."
I groaned. The circuit at Jeddah had never been my favourite, with each elongated twist and turn draining the car, as if it was at fault for ever taking on the challenge in the first place.
"Not gonna happen, mate." I said, voice rumbling from the graining of the tyres.
"Roger." Andi responded, "One more lap. Alonso has received a five second penalty."
"What for?" I glanced down the strait behind me, at the other Lamborghini, still harrassed by Fernando.
Except, before he could explain, both cars spun off the track, englufed by a cloud of dust.
"What the fuck was that?!" I exclaimed.
"Yellow flag, Taz, yellow flag."
"I can see that." I snapped. "What happened?"
"Uh," The engineer hesitated. "Finding out."
I swallowed hard, unsure where to put my concern: on the fact I may not have a car to drive in a few minutes, or if Liam was okay.
"Alonso at fault. Caught Liam on turn T20."
"Shit, is he okay?"
"Collided with the barrier. A bit shaken up. I'll keep you posted." Andi cleared his throat. "Safety car has been deployed. Verstappen twenty-three seconds behind."
"Fuck." I muttered. "I can't keep on like this."
"Roger." He agreed, "Box, box."
"Better be quick."
"Here and waiting, Taz."
Diving into the pit lane, my heart thudded against my ribcage. With Liam out of the race, there was nothing to stop Max from closing the gap, especially with the safety car in use; a point he proved as I rejoined the track, only ten seconds behind.
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