[center][h2]Sunday September 5th, 2094, 20:00
Marina Bay, Singapore[/h2][h3]The Race[/h3][/center]It felt like as soon as Bea rammed the throttle open, she immediately had to stand on the brakes as Nora and Amy fought through turn one like rabid dogs, getting a close look at the back of Paul’s ship as the ships behind the leading pair concertina’d so hard Max scored two positions out of it. She had to admit those were some nice passes, having caught them on the big screens around the track. Soon, she didn’t have time to watch TV as she reeled Paul in.

Of the leading five, Bea did not expect Amy to be the one to slip up first. That threw a spanner in the works for Bea, because the already big enough Kiwi-shaped problem behind her had now been joined by the newest model of the Verstappen-type racing Terminators. The restart did nothing for her except make her roll her eyes at the state of the rules. Things were starting to heat up - literally, as she’d started using the closed radiator flaps trick to stay ahead of Harrison, the Kiwi having woken up and chosen violence, experience covering for the fact that the Carrera Condor was now the better craft on paper. It came down to a nearly lap-long duel, Harrison gaining a millimeter through every corner until she had to yield or Jen it. Her defense against Amy lasted exactly four laps before the blare of the engine temp high alert put an end to it, forcing her to back off and cool the ship for the next five minutes, actually putting her in Max’ striking range by the end of the race.

[color=#129914]”That’s P5. Tough one, but it’s still good points.”[/color]
[color=#1EFF24]”Aaaaah, that was shite, mate. Just couldn’t keep up.”[/color]
[color=#129914]”We’re still closing the gap. We’ll get them by season’s end.”[/color]

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[center][b]Bea Ward @MadBea[/b]: 
[i]"Since the next race is the home race of our team, a one-off helmet design is in order to accompany the special livery. Starting now and ending Sunday 19th at midnight, I’m taking suggestions at [Work email address]. If you’re sending a written description, be detailed. For those with artistic bones, I’m leaving links to some templates here. Memes are welcome. As always, I am reserving the right to discard any entries with no reason given.
The winner gets two VIP tickets to an AGP of their choice on my dime (the rest of this or the entire 2095 season).

[Download link: 2D helmet template]
[Download link: 3D helmet template]

But wait… There’s more!

Still on the team’s home race note, we’ll be running a demo of the Fans First team workshop. Thursday to Saturday, you’ll be able to take part in a rough draft of some of the planned activities and give feedback on how it works and how we can make it better. Looking forward to seeing you there!

Anyone who beats one of my times in the sim gets one item of their choice from the team’s merch store for free.”

#ArgentineAGP #FansFirst #CarreraCondorFA FormulaAG #AGRacing[/i]
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[b]UrbanMaverick:[/b] Can we PLEASE get a stream of the rejected designs? I need to see the chaos.
	[b]MadBea:[/b] If anyone puts the Falklands on the bucket, I swear…
[b]Shel1:[/b] Wonder what parts of the Fans First thing they’ll be testing.
	[b]ForzaGl0ria:[/b] Think they’ll go topical for Hawaii and include the ‘overnight rebuild challenge?’
		[b]MadBea:[/b] Chassis Fix activity won’t be included, props aren’t done yet. Also, ouch. 😛
	[b]User420:[/b] My guy, it’s on the fucking website…
[b]_PsychoFish_:[/b] Back out of the depths of hell and where you belong, let’s goooo!
	[b]DadManWalking:[/b] The midfield didn’t deserve that fire this year, dude.
[b]Richie:[/b] León told her ‘No le Mans.’ after Hawaii’s qualy and homegirl chose to defy thermomechanics to get that overturned.
	[b]Hotstuff:[/b] or maybe that’s where the ship was supposed to be and Villarosa’s just dogshit
		[b]Briat77:[/b] Dogshit’s what you’re posting.
			[b]Hotstuff:[/b] dude, she’s fucking sleeping
				[b]Zero:[/b] She hasn’t been confirmed yet. Not getting Jen or Max unfortunately, but there’s still talent out there.
					[b]GalwayGirl:[/b] You can’t put Bea and Jen in one team, that would either be a friendship destroyer or a permanent chill session. 😀
					[b]GaryFromIndiana:[/b] Ward-Neves 2095. The dream is still alive!
[b]Laugh_Ness:[/b] yea, she’s a pay driver this season, but if she’s nae getting kickbacks from the PR department, she’s getting mugged. 😀
	[b]MadBea:[/b] Marketing Department? Never heard of her.
[b]Cats4Life:[/b] ‘Beat my sim time and get a free thing’ my sleep schedule didn’t need that kinda threat.
[b]TruckerTim:[/b] Someone grab a life vest and go check on Ava.

[hr][center][h2]Monday September 6th, 2094, 20:11
London, GB[/h2][h3]Richmond, Lauderdale Drive[/h3][/center]An argument was occurring in Bea’s living room, the movie on screen forgotten in the heat of the moment.
[color=#1EFF24]”No way!”[/color] Bea shook her head in disbelief.
[color=#2488FF]”That’s simply how it is.”[/color] Fred held his ground.
[color=#1EFF24]”Absolutely not.”[/color]
[color=#2488FF]”Why is it so hard to believe?”[/color]
[color=#1EFF24]”I think you lost your mind. Hand over the company to Eva, you need a minder.”[/color]
[color=#2488FF]”Well what would you have chosen?”[/color]
[color=#1EFF24]”Anything but the gunship takedown?!”[/color] She asked like it was the obvious answer.
[color=#2488FF]”What’s wrong with it?”[/color]
[color=#1EFF24]”There are so many more impressive stunts in Raven Squad! The observatory collapse, The Singapore skydive, the convoy scene on Reunion…”[/color] She counted on her fingers.
[color=#2488FF]”Yes, from a stunt standpoint they are more impressive, but look at the wow factor of the scene itself. On one hand, jumping off a skyscraper. No big deal, even you can do that.”[/color]
[color=#1EFF24]”Hey!”[/color] Bea laughed as she playfully jabbed her father in the ribs with her elbow.
[color=#2488FF]”On the other, clinging to a helicopter and taking it down with fists. I rest my case.”[/color] He finished before changing topics. [color=#2488FF]”But speaking of Singapore-”[/color]
[color=#1EFF24]”I think the pace was there, but I just couldn’t keep up.”[/color]
[color=#2488FF]”I was going to say that it marks ten to three in finishing position and 2,5 of your points for each one of your teammate’s. Your DNF from a leading position in Cape Town cancels out with her DNF at Luna, so it’s fairly accurate for comparison.”[/color] Frederick continued, [color=#2488FF]”In the last race, you both dropped one place. Difference then seems to be down to the pilot now.”[/color]
[color=#1EFF24]”Or the fact that it was a track requiring handling and stability, both of which are things I excel at and Ava…”[/color]
[color=#2488FF]”Does not?”[/color]
[color=#1EFF24]”Let’s go with that, yes.”[/color] Bea nodded, [color=#1EFF24]”I expect she’ll close the gap a bit at Argentina and Bonneville.”[/color]
[color=#2488FF]”You beat her soundly in Tokyo, and the Hawaii result is skewed by the fact you spent your qualifying lap birdwatching.”[/color]
[color=#1EFF24]”Funny. Let’s see how you handle yourself near that much lava at those speeds.”[/color] Bea smiled along with the joke.
[color=#2488FF]”I’d say you and your sister are proof I handle myself just fine near hot things from Hawaii.”[/color]
[color=#1EFF24]”Oh my God, DAD!”[/color] Bea howled half in terror, half in laughter.
[color=#2488FF]”What?”[/color] The elder Ward chuckled.
[color=#1EFF24]”That alone has to be enough dad XP for a whole level up. That hurt my brain AND my sides.”[/color]
[color=#2488FF]”And it’s all your fault. I was happily stoic until you came along. But back to the matter at hand: Two years’ experience over you, knew the team, had the existing fanbase behind her. I have nothing against her as a person, but a good friend doesn’t necessarily make for a good partner. Or did you add the clause to clear a path for the next two years’ championship attempts?”[/color] There was definitely pride in his voice - either he raised someone loyal, or he raised someone pragmatic.
[color=#1EFF24]”I am starting to think I shot the team in the foot with that clause.”[/color] Bea let her head hang over the couch’s back rest, but for a very different reason than he thought. [color=#1EFF24]”Then again, she hasn’t signed it yet, so maybe that problem will sort itself out.”[/color]
[color=#2488FF]”Something the matter?”[/color] He immediately picked up on the shift in mood. Having himself been infected by his younger daughter’s manic energy, any dip in hers was easy to see.
There was a long stretch of silence. [color=#1EFF24]”I suspect I’ll know next week.”[/color]

[hr][color=gold][center][h1][i][b]DELTΔ HYPER[/b][/i][/h1][/center][/color][color=gold][center][h2][i][b]Episode 13: Under Spotlights[/b][/i][/h2][/center][/color]
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[quote]”Bea, it seems like at the start of the season, your hopes were low at the bottom of the midfield pack, but now you seem closer to the podium each week than ever before. What do you think you need to work on to get that final third, especially at the very top level?”[/quote]
[color=#1EFF24]”As much as I hate to admit it: patience, honestly.”[/color] Bea laughed, [color=#1EFF24]”In hindsight, I knew risking the closed radiator would cost me in the long run, I did it anyway for the immediate benefit, it still didn’t work, Harrison made it through and it came back to bite me because I couldn’t hold Amy at all. Could I have held Amy? I don’t know, maybe. I think I could have, but not with engine temps redlining across the board.”[/color] She shared, the claim actually sounding like genuine belief rather than wishful thinking.

[quote]”Do you think you could explain to our viewers what the difference is like?”[/quote]
[color=#1EFF24]”I feel like I’ve answered this question before, honestly. When you interviewed me and León.”[/color] Bea shrugged, [color=#1EFF24]”It’s just more expectation, more pressure, although that four-year contract definitely helps.”[/color] She grinned, a figurative safety net beneath her meaning she didn’t have to start sweating if she made a mistake like at Hawaii.
[color=#1EFF24]”Before, if we did well, amazing. If we were P15?”[/color] She shrugged theatrically, a nonverbal ‘who cares?’ [color=#1EFF24]”Now, being out of the points is a cockup. But that’s it. In a different series, in my debut year, I was fighting for the win. Fighting for constructor’s P5 on debut, outsourcing an experienced teammate more than two to one? Pressure? Pffft, what pressure? We’ll be in that fight next year, and we have two years to make history before the regulations change. And who knows, with Felix on board, we might even get those right.”[/color] They had a literal rocket ship now, and had it started out that way there would be no excuse for not fighting for both championships. But picking up steam partway through the season, they had a gap to cover.
[color=#1EFF24]”Back in the present, we’re going home for the next round, the team’s home race. You can see the circuit from our facilities, it suits our ship, we know it well and we’ll have a lot of support out there, so we’re feeling confident. ¡Ven a mostrar tu apoyo!”[/color] She finished with a genuine smile, having had time to practice that one due to the delayed interview to give her Spanish lessons a leg up.

[center][h2]Monday September 13th, 2094, 14:31
Buenos Aires, Argentina[/h2][h3]”The Ranch” (Carrera Condor Formula AG Team headquarters)[/h3][/center]
[hider=Red Flag]Sitting up from the exercise bike, Ava panted and exhaled out, looking out across to Bea, who was now starting to actually catch up and give her a good run. Peeling out of the projected Andean mountain road that they’d been inside of, the Chilean could feel the lactic acid burn in her core, and even as it dissipated quicker through a load of pre-workout and pre-race creatine derivative, constantly keeping her VO2 max running at this point with her lungs that felt like they were being pumped beyond just anything she could do, was a burn.

Adapting the human body, even with prosthetics, artificial hearts, and changes to arteries and capillaries, didn’t make it any less intense when it was a cardio day, and as the Chilean stepped into her painted legs, the beautiful blue and red contrasting against the pale grey / black of Ava’s tights and adapting thermal top, the taller Chilean

[color=#7AFFAD]"Fuck. You’re actually keeping up."[/color] Ava had tried to get words out of Bea lately, but with the physios pinging the data across to the screen of the exercise bike, Ava transferred it to her own phone, a thumbs up given as if for a moment they wanted to leave the pair to chat, whilst they parsed the data- putting them together being the best place to at least see how they were comparing and dealing with fatigue, especially on different programmes. Bea was a lot quieter around her lately. On edge, up and down. The very little that they had even seen each other.

In a numbers business, marginal gains counted, and the teams did not care about the lives of the pilots, only that they hit the thresholds needed to last a race and not burn up. Ava may not have been fast, but a lifetime of pulling hard Gs had not stopped her from keeping that level.

Bea was glad to be done with the cardio session. That was nothing new, now she just had a second reason to because the movie she picked for the session was awful. She put the earbuds away, heading over to the locker holding her ‘civvie’ limbs - having a racing set had the unforeseen benefit of giving her something to do other than stand there awkwardly while her teammate stretched their meat limbs like she did in the Junior series and even to a certain extent with Ava.

[color=#1EFF24]‘You’re not.’[/color] Bea swallowed the first remark that came to mind, taking a drink to give herself some time to compose an answer. [color=#1EFF24]”It’s the lungs. It’s a lot easier now that breathing doesn’t hurt.”[/color] She shrugged, not looking up from her own data despite only understanding maybe 80% of it.

Ava shrugged, herself downing a lot of electrolytes, feeling that Bea was being polite, but something was up. Something since at least Belgium. Maybe sooner? She couldn’t tell. But Singapore, it was like the last week nothing had come through. They hadn’t messaged, caught up, done anything. Was the envy kicking in that Jen was now at Silver Apex, and she was rethinking that Carrera wasn’t going anywhere with Ava’s own performance? Or just something else in her mind? Ava had to admit, she didn’t want to bridge it. Not really, not since that Qualifying session, but moments like these at least let her tap in a little. She wasn’t all warm and cuddly, there was still a standoff, that voice like a rock contacting granite at times, given half her range was lost from just yelling at people in the Air Force.

[color=#7AFFAD]"Understandable. Liquids don’t compress well."[/color] The Chilean replied, bottle back down as she grabbed a Carrera branded jacket, taking on a weird oil slick pattern, doing something weird with that rainbow effect that came with the Wiphala- a design that the team had started pushing as part of the South American leg of the championship, but also, spares always fell into the team’s possession. 

[color=#7AFFAD]"Got marketing work coming up this week for PolarVault. Didn’t think I would be on the face of a campaign since….well, yeah, Repsol a few years ago. Marketing to some boomers."[/color] Ava tried to make conversation and break the ice a little, realising it wasn’t doing very much. She zipped up the jacket, the weather outside more like the Southern Hemisphere spring, the wind particularly biting today as they walked out.

[color=#7AFFAD]"You're definitely sure you’re alright, Bea? Like I know you told me about the contract decision, and it hasn’t yet landed on my side. Even if it is imminent. Don’t feel shitty about it."[/color] Ava remarked, guessing Bea might have gotten cold feet over that aspect- her getting a contract, and Ava, seemingly nothing.

[color=#1EFF24]”I meant the biopolymer doesn’t get dehydrated. Yeah, yeah, I still can’t breathe right, laugh it up.”[/color] She clarified as she threw her own piece of defective team merch over her shoulders, tone flat in contrast to the joke.

[color=#1EFF24]”Guess abuelita doesn’t want to risk plastering my mug over Argentinian streets just yet. You’re on your own with this one. Heard TAC also want something for Brazil.”[/color] Bea shared her suspicion, a minority of Argentinian fans still rabid despite the general improvement in reception over the season, turning to look at her teammate for the first time during this interaction when the contract was mentioned. A brief look of [color=#1EFF24]’How does she know?’[/color] before Ava continued.
[color=#1EFF24]”Why would I feel down about it? I got a contract I didn’t dare dream of three months ago, I’m on cloud-bloody-nine.”[/color] The brit raised an eyebrow, seemingly confused by Ava’s thought process. [color=#1EFF24]”And with a team that’s actually going somewhere, too.”[/color]

Bea’s comment gave Ava a little bit of hope, as she cracked a little bit, walking out as they headed across towards the other office buildings, back to where they had a bit of admin to do. But even so….it felt strange.
[color=#7AFFAD]"Like, something is up, that’s what I’m saying. I know we’re good….and I know I didn’t put it well. But when Amy lashed out, you looked really, really scared. I know I said at the time not to worry, but….it’s hard to get a read on you lately, you just seem a bit distant. You’re not like this normally."[/color] Ava broke the ice with that, knowing she may as well be direct if she was coming back like that.

[color=#1EFF24]”Nope. Nothing’s up. You said it’s nothing to worry about, didn’t you?”[/color] Bea shrugged, so passively aggressive it wasn’t just blurring the line between ‘passive’ and ‘active,’ it picked the line up and stowed it away. As terrifying as the thought of even a fraction of what Amy said and has shown her being true was, figuring out who and what to trust was even worse. And frankly, Ava was very low on that list at the moment. So let it be petty spite until something breaks. As far as Bea was concerned, it was on the secret-keeper to earn trust back, not the deceived to soothe the feeling of being shut out.

And if what she feared came to be? The rest of the season would be pretty damn awkward.

Bea was keeping tight, getting closed. And Ava knew as horrid as she was to break the ice, she may as well do it here and now. The season being awkward was one thing. But the bits she’d held back from Bea, for her own good, felt like they were coming out inevitably. 

They walked back inside, into the late afternoon office, almost all emptied as the other staff had finished up for the day.
[color=#7AFFAD]"Alright, then don’t be so fucking passive aggressive about it. Look…."[/color] Ava added, turning and sighing, 
[color=#7AFFAD]"Something is bugging you. And you told me to go to Kais back then, like…..that wasn’t fair, Bea. That shit is personal between me and him, and I don’t want you involved. So what is it? You something more is going on? Say it."[/color] Ava breached it bluntly, a truth, an open fact, but no doubt, maybe not the best thing to say in that moment….

[color=#1EFF24]”Struck a nerve, have I?”[/color] Bea crossed her arms, [color=#1EFF24]”Maybe it wasn’t fair, maybe it was. I don’t know, that’s the problem. I’ll happily  let you explain it to me.”[/color] She tried to turn the situation around, [color=#1EFF24]”I’m all ears if you have something to say.”[/color]

[color=#7AFFAD]"Fine."[/color] Ava turned, sighing as they stood in the corridor, halted before they could even make it nay further in.
[color=#7AFFAD]"He’s a former supersoldier. The kind of people they sent in when they wanted to make a statement. And….well, there was this one time in Peru, I’m sure either him, or his friends made a dent in a mine, with a lot of innocent people back at end of the Water Wars. Something I saw through a surveillance pod. Messy affair. . It’s not like Raven Squad. Shit like this hurts innocent people. And that never got looked at."[/color] Ava’s usually military-like confidence changed, almost patronising in that moment, altered almost, as she leant against the wall, sighing. [color=#7AFFAD]"And I hoped he would have answers. And for his own sake, too, because it seems like half the grid’s manufacturers seems to be crawling with some influence on neural links these days. Better I find out first to see how deep it goes. I mean, why do you think a supersoldier is in AG, in his mid thirties? Shit like that stays with me. And while it probably isn’t him, I guess I wanted answers. That’s all."[/color] Ava simply uttered, almost deep in her own self, sighing. [color=#7AFFAD]"Look, forget about it. It’s between us."[/color]

[color=#1EFF24]”I know what a fucking war is, Ava.”[/color] Bea snapped back, more to buy a second to think because what Ava was saying was not at all what she expected. Frankly, she was surprised she was talking at all. Yet somehow, she was having a hard time believing Ava was actively throwing away her job to play James Bond. [color=#1EFF24]”What’s a former air force pilot doing on the grid? Or a street racer?”[/color]

[color=#7AFFAD]"Takes all sorts."[/color] Ava chirped back, and shrugged, knowing Bea had her there.

[color=#1EFF24]”But the supersoldier happens to be the one weird to you. And what does any of this have to do with ‘Apex pushing pilots, taking on silly mods,’ ‘Amy coming from Zygon’ and them being someone ‘who’d do something like this’? ‘Find what you need to. But watch your back... If this goes into the wrong hands, we are screwed.’?”[/color] Bea had to rack her brain in order to remember the conversation Amy showed her, sweeping Ava’s own words from the hidden Monaco conversation into her face. [color=#1EFF24]”So who are you lying to? Kais, me, yourself, everyone?”[/color]

Ava’s face turned a shade of blue that may have looked a bit of the oil slick on her jacket.
[color=#7AFFAD]"The fuck? How the fuck did you hear that? You were downstairs….unless….no."[/color] Ava retorted, shaking her head, the thoughts already pulsing through. [color=#7AFFAD]"I did it for your own good. Because you don’t want to be tangled in this. Not because I fucking thought I couldn’t trust you as a friend. There’s more politics behind the scenes and shit going on that you aren’t seeing, and you think all of a sudden you want in? Though…..you sure you aren’t involved? Is Amy inside there, pulling on your strings too?"[/color] Ava’s look turned to iron, as she squared up. [color=#7AFFAD]"What’s going on with you?"[/color] Ava asked, a brutal, blunt question, the ice beginning to melt, if not shatter entirely.

[color=#1EFF24]”What’s going on with me?”[/color] Bea did not back down, a chihuahua barking at a doberman. [color=#1EFF24]”Layla’s fucking braindead, lobotomized by her own ship, Amy’s saying her link’s fucked and all the while my own damn teammate clearly knows [i]something[/i] if your reaction at the dinner is anything to go by, and isn’t saying shit. Sounds to me like we’re all fucking involved, know it or not. Who’s next on the chopping block?”[/color]

[color=#7AFFAD]"I don’t fucking know, you fucking tell me!"[/color] Ava screamed, yelling out, at this point, absolutely turning from red to blue. [color=#7AFFAD]"Fuck off, how do you know that about Layla, especially after it all? You got a man on the inside at Al-Saqr too? Or you found a way inside other people’s fucking minds?"[/color] Ava snarled, like fire was about to be spat from her hoarse voice.

Bea took a step back from Ava, the fury briefly replaced by genuine surprise. [color=#1EFF24]”You actually didn’t know, did you?”[/color] Bea let that statement hang in the air for a second, [color=#1EFF24]”He didn’t tell you? Sucks, doesn’t it? Being kept in the dark by someone you trust.”[/color]

Ava’s mouth turned, almost to foam, as she came out with what anyone could hurl at a 20 year old, the Chilean not playing anymore.
[color=#7AFFAD]"Oh, fucking grow up, Bea. Though….if she’s gone, join the dots, maybe think your new friend has something to do with it? You think I’m hiding this from you because I want to? Then tell me, if you know so much of what’s going on in my head, why aren’t you getting my answer already? Because if Kais didn’t tell me, yeah, fuck you, he’s just the same, under pressure, and about to join her if you don’t! And oh, if you tell me that Amy’s promised you something…."[/color] Ava replied, exhaling hard, wanting to walk away, leave this and let her calm down, but far too in debt now Layla was in. She was thinking about Layla plenty, the unresponded messages, everything else.  [color=#7AFFAD]"Shit. She was good people. If that’s true. Remind me again who contacted Silver Apex after Auckland?"[/color]


[color=#1EFF24]”Maybe when the ship starts wiping my brain, I’ll be more agreeable to you. And maybe when it starts doing it to you, you’ll learn some fucking humanity.”[/color] Bea said quietly, beyond yelling. As if Ava wasn’t worth the effort to raise her voice anymore. Equal parts disdain, dejection and terror at full display. [color=#1EFF24]”I fucking wish she’d promised me something. Or, now that I can’t be blissfully ignorant of this, that I was as spineless of an eel as you seem to think me to be for such an offer to have mattered.”[/color]

[color=#7AFFAD]"Fuck off, Bea. You think this is easy? You think sitting there, without any dirt under your fingernails makes you alone in this? You’ve never had to deal with the weight of a decision in your life. Been kept away from consequences all your life, THAT, is humanity, not that you’d fucking know living as a billionaire’s spoilt brat. Not like the engineers here, or my family, people who dealt with fires 20 years ago, watched everything burn and had to run away from it,no, they wrapped you in cotton wool from responsibility, never worrying about poverty, living in luxury. Oh, or the ones like when Nora ends up losing limbs and I wonder if this is coming for me too like on Luna, because yeah, I’m fucking scared too of interference. And now you have actual shit to deal with, all you know is, lash, lash out! She is fucking with things beyond us, including you, and I want to know why. So yeah, fuck you, because you climbing in people’s heads is the same bullshit! Invading people’s privacy, what the fuck is wrong with you? Gonna do it when I walk away I bet! So yeah, you don’t give a shit about the bigger picture. Just yourself, fuck the rest."[/color] Ava went straight for the polymer heart with that one, tapping into that rage, walking past and nudging her on the shoulder, looking back. [color=#7AFFAD]"I’m fucking leaving at the end of this season. They gave you a cushy contract. Maybe the next rookie that comes along they won’t have to pay so much and will make you look better."[/color] Ava simply retorted, out of patience, and finally, at the end of her own self that she never wanted to be. 

[color=#1EFF24]”I’ve heard that from people who ran out of arguments before. You want to talk about decisions and consequences? How about we talk about you keeping quiet taking away my ability to make a decision here while still leaving me with the consequences, unaware they’re coming?”[/color] Bea replied, starting to walk in the opposite direction. [color=#1EFF24]”You can sleep easy though. I’m not the one getting into people’s heads. That sounds like something people fucking with neural links might do though.”[/color]

Ava turned in the corridor, hearing it, nearly growling. 
[color=#7AFFAD]"Like your new friend, go fucking call her and ask her to read back what I just said if you think she’s so fucking perfect, puta!"[/color] Ava yelled, and with it, yelled something Bea hadn’t heard before, putting fist through wall, flesh rather than metal, and leaving a nasty cut on her knuckle as a result, wanting to stay the absolute fuck away from her for the day. Until she calmed down. Or decided to go back to Britain and fucking leave this all behind.

An angry Chilean was not exactly the most rational, anyone who might have overheard that would probably concede that Ava had been fairly good here, but that was angrier than even the time she nearly died on track. It felt like all the goodwill, hope and work the team had put through the dynamic duo had come to a shattering, howling shut. Ava didn’t have any other emotion apart from a burning heat in her head, and no calling of Kais, or anyone was going to fix this. She just had to work it out herself again. No doubt Leon would grill both of them like Asado if it came to it, so Ava did what any good prisoner would do, and kept her trap shut if asked what had happened. But the trust was gone. Whatever there was between them, Ava knew Bea wouldn’t have her back, and the inverse was no doubt true.[/hider]
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