𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐞; oscar piastri

PART FORTY ONE

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Tomás

— July 9th, 2023. Silverstone, England.

Franco had finished FP1 in ninth, and the fans absolutely loved him for it. Such was always the case for Argentines in the sport, who seemed to summon supporters in the same way a thundercrack would produce a wave of rain. Not to mention the team, who had recognised if this was an official race, he still would've scored points. Not a lot, but enough to give them an ounce of confidence in their choice for a reserve driver. As for me, I was just glad he had returned my car in one piece.

The rest of the sessions were a breeze from there. I'd qualified on pole, only thanks to an engine failure which forced Max out of quali early on, and the beginning of the race was just as easy. I'd pulled ahead embryonically, insisting Liam do the same, because it would only be a matter of time before Max caught up, and if there was anything about my teammate, it was that he could defend like his life depended on it.

"Liam's point three behind, he has DRS."

"Good." I told Andi. "I'll keep him close. Don't let us lose this."

"Roger." My engineer responded.

We both sped by the grand stands, ticking off the seconds with each lap that passed.

Until: "Yellow flag, yellow flag."

"What happened?" I inquired, passing through T3.

"Collision between Perez and Alonso." Andi explained, "Took out a few others on the way but nothing serious."