[center][h2]Thursday September 2nd, 2094, 17:00
Marina Bay, Singapore[/h2][h3]The Zone[/h3][/center][color=#1EFF24]”We’re always watching.”[/color] Bea gave Jen a friendly nudge when the Yorkshire lass finished her attempt, [color=#1EFF24]”Every race, every corner.”[/color]

[color=#1EFF24]“I’ll be messing with some settings, you lot go first so you don’t have to put it all back again.”[/color] When she plugged in, it became clear what she meant. Despite being among the youngest pilots by age - sharing second with Paul only beaten by Ben - she had her link set up like an old codger to the point of Alistair jokingly calling her a hipster when they first started training together. The setting screens flew by, seemingly stripping away aids. Bea didn’t use AR to see through her cockpit, she used its frame as reference points. Even her neural link use was almost one way, using it to control the ship but receiving the bare minimum of information required to handle FA speeds and the insane reaction times required, everything else that could be handled by HUD and the actual dashboard was.

She wiped out in a 90 degree chicane at Zone 18, not realizing it was a chicane and not a simple bend. [color=#1EFF24]”WOAH!”[/color] She sat bolt upright, [color=#1EFF24]”Mistakes were made.”[/color]

[hr][center][h2]Thursday September 2nd, 2094, 19:00
Marina Bay, Singapore[/h2][h3]Curry Night[/h3][/center]Bea was enjoying the shared dinner, a bowl of genuine chicken korma and butter naan in front of her. It was not meant to last.

[quote]”Sure, so a three way race for the title. And yet, no certain edge. I'm just looking at Carrera and Valkyrie.”[/quote]
[color=#1EFF24]”Scared? You could try wearing a turtleneck if us breathing down your neck unnerves you.”[/color] Bea joined the shittalking with a grin when Cassie spoke, [color=#1EFF24]”So how much yelling was there between you, the engineers and team leadership after Canada?”[/color]

[quote]”Anyway. Question to you all. Everyone's neural link playing up, or you all fine?”[/quote]
Bea stopped eating, only half paying attention as thoughts raced through her mind at Zone 30 speeds. The whole comatose conversation, Layla, Ava and Kais’ hidden chat and the new server rack in her garage. Inadvertently, she found herself staring at her teammate, catching Ava glance in Kais’ direction before Bea excused herself from the table abruptly and headed out of the dining room to find a secluded place where she could hyperventilate in peace. Had she been a smoker, she’d be lighting them up three at a time. She never returned to the dinner, taking a cab back to her hotel once she’d calmed down at least a little bit and sending a message to Lúcio, her neural link specialist, as she waited, personal number to personal number.

[b][center][h3][code]Thu 02/09 19:14      LUCHO          [Batt: 66%][/code][/h3][/center][/b]
[center]———— Today ————[/center][color=#1EFF24]> Hotel bar, 20:00, off-books paid overtime. Need to talk.[/color]

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[center][url=https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/1TrLdbYUu7LJQf9_6F1zblN3WfwvCU8R3W8Xskd8b3vI/edit?usp=sharing]Carrera Condor NPCs[/url][/center]