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As a change of format, from previously bespoke interviews, to then Delta Hyper's post race interviews capturing their then reactions to the race, one last question followed. A quick question, more of a question that got them thinking after a bit of reflection, perhaps upon getting home, or to the factory. A couple of days at least of time sunk, for a little reflection.

The question felt weighted, as Aurora looked over to the person on the couch or seat, a last takeaway for the pilots- specifically, the grid of new pilots that had come in.

"So, last question for Auckland. After your first race in the championship, is there anyone you would like to say thanks to?"




Ex Machina


Layla "Yalla" Al-Nadir

Auckland, Aotearoa //// New Zealand
2100 NZST




Soundtrack: Georgia- Never Let You Go (Skream Remix)

Sitting in the ice bath within the Zygon paddock, out of sight of cameras, Layla put her head back, the cable running into her neck once again, as she looked almost spaced out. Almost like someone had her on a diagnostic mode, rather than a human being. She was still in her race suit, given half of the mods inside were basically part of the same system, as were her artificial limbs Maybe a bit bulky in this water, but, not like she had far to sink. She was in a reflective mood, the holographic display in front of her displaying telemetry, and this moment of peace giving her time to think.

For most, an ice bath was just a way to cool off after the intensity of a race, perhaps most of all in the desert, but in autumnal New Zealand, perhaps less common. Layla's setup in particular, perhaps unlike others, mandated this. Running various neural modifications to handle a craft like Al-Saqr's for her context meant quite literally, overclocking her body like a CPU.

Layla was not someone who had exactly gone subtle on mods- she saw herself more transhuman than flesh and bone at this point, and that feeling was one she eschewed more than anyone. Even Nora, who had come in with strips on her spinal column, or Bea, with her liquid breathing, Layla just looked at that and thought how she could replace her spine wholesale or her lungs for something better. While people like Harrison were keen to fix the world, Layla wanted to find out just how far she could go, she was a futurist, after all. The budding doctors and biotechnologists of Al-Saqr basically had a canvas from her to work with, and in a way that almost would seem strange- she seemed oddly content with being that guinea pig, given it meant she could be something beyond what a normal body could achieve.

Working on the Moon had given her an appreciation for the fact flesh and bone was definitely didn't work there. Radiation, the unrelenting feeling that everything wanted to kill you outside of the husked out lava tube like the lack of oxygen, an atmosphere, gravity, that sort of thing. If Harrison believed that humanity needed to fix the mess it made, and many billionaires had their view that way, Layla was the poster child for the opposite. Untapped, unstoppable accelerationism, towards a singularity where she wanted to become like the sand she adored in Wadi Rum. But unlike a certain billionaire from over 70 years ago, Layla was actually able to back up her beliefs by wearing them. She'd seen some incredible stuff, studied more herself and then raced and tested harder. Nearly died a lot for it. And found out just what being transhuman was like. She wasn't on paper the fastest, she knew that in deep in her soul, but....when you wanted the absolute top mods, you raced, and well, it was an opportunity she could not turn down given her innate talent before she'd been adorned like this.

In a world where they'd somehow dodged all the bullets from the world before, Layla wanted singularity, more badly than anyone. To be freed of the shackles of a human body, the limitations of one, and from there, see human beings become what perhaps they should, into the furthest stars. But for now, she had to make do with a body that was melting ice in here and the pain that came with needle-like points in her limbs and torso came from just being human in a freezing cold tub of icy water.

Pilot mods are an exceptionally hard thing to balance, render and control. Layla's voluntary limb replacement was one thing given she seemed dead set on transhumanism, but under the skin of any pilot lay a network of modifications from the very blood, bone, muscular-skeletal systems to even the neural links and nerves that expanded everything that a human being could be, thinking faster, reacting quicker and going longer. Tailoring too for each one, from greater endurance, to absolute strength, to providing a lung capacity like a Papuan free diver. When the doctors ran out of diseases to treat and human lifespan extended past 100 as an average, you ask yourself- what more can a human be? And well, getting a fair balance between them was tricky. Some, like the European Union limited neural mods to the brain and nervous systems, but allowed more prosthetic and skeletal mods, whilst the Arabic Union seemed to have an almost....well, open book on them. Do what you will, but don't make clones, or mess with AI in people's brains. Not a great idea that, given a neural link was effectively a conduit into the human mind, shit, enough rules existed around social media with exceptionally good reason now, no need to be able to think stupid too.

Pilots made their selections, with pluses and minuses, and Formula AG had to make assessments frequently on what crossed the line, and what didn't. They were at the absolute cutting edge, and most people on the street couldn't even dream of some of the capacity they had. Physical training of course, was always required to stay fit and sharp as well as make the most out of it, but nobody understood entirely just how far pilots pushed their bodies, or could choose to. Sometimes it was personal preference, even some of Layla's mods seemed to be a rejection of her mortal self that served zero practical purpose, whilst others, like heart and bone density mods, were just easy picks with relatively few drawbacks.

Yet by the same token, mods like that had helped humanity an awful lot. Even for the most fervent anti-augmentation activist, nobody could deny that restoring sight, mobility, feel, even curing degenerative disease had been a world-changer since the wars of over twenty years ago. War pushed things forward in medicine in leap-years, and people realised now that what was initially a fringe bit of technology for a small group had become invaluable to an awful lot more. Most importantly? They were open-source, and printing an working, functioning arm was like printing paper given 3D printing meant you could literally dream something and have it. Medicine had gone from an elite practice to one that felt more like writing an app at home, and whilst certain safeties had to be adhered to, virtually free, cheap meds through good market regulation and research had gotten to the point where human beings were no longer restricted by disease or illness, anywhere. In the same way food production exploded once the Haber process had been discovered, human health now had basically had its fixes found.

Much like the story Layla read about Alexander Knight's daughter. An interesting process that, that was a race-grade augment she knew Kofi had been playing with a year ago. What would almost certainly be a death sentence, or close to it, was now just a surgery away if achieved in the right place.

A majority of Layla's mods predated the Formula AG set, so of course, what she could continue have done to her was almost like a cheat with its own exceptions- after all, those mods needed themselves, changes, and well, that allowed for her to be where she was, even if it meant she caught a ton more heat for it and needed a much more thorough test at the start of each season. It kept her up against the bigger teams, normally, that would have meant she'd have been lower in the grid, but it was a mutually beneficial arrangement for Al-Saqr. Of course, the more mods you ran, the more you were like a machine, not a human being. And that came with complications. Complications you couldn't exactly undo easily. Like sitting in an ice bath because your body cooked itself over from running the literal processing brain of the human body faster than it should have, and that itself could be more a curse than a gift. Or perhaps realising that one tweak to an arm you could get away with was actually not producing any results and was actually quite painful, and it felt like you were just....well, swinging a dead lump. Anyone else willing to push themselves was on the edge of that, and developments would not always be successful- like a ship, they needed time to work out the problems or the technical issues before they worked.

Layla had a lot on her mind. Perhaps Kais was out here like some super-soldier to give a comparison to that. The intensity of him clashing with her optimism, or at least, all the stuff that was barely hidden beneath his skin. Born, not sculpted under a knife. Artificial versus another artificial. Whatever it was, Al-Saqr was investing itself there and wanted to see how they'd get on and make the most. Layla knew there was a place for flesh and bone, test tubes that they'd long since banned, yet secretly kept open. But that was fine by her. Another step before finding the end of the line.

Layla appreciated the quiet, and the reflection on all of it, from the rushing race to this now. Kais's aggression, the look he had in his eyes, as if there was a bird of prey that had possessed him. Pure, unadulterated rage that felt built in. And while he was someone she could laugh at, poke fun at, stand as somewhat an equal, she knew that past came with a need to find control. And she hoped he'd find it. Friends were needed in AG, even if she couldn't really talk. Then Nora....bloody Nora. How had she won exactly? The ship was lightening fast, ridiculous almost on the straights, but Layla couldn't get her mind around that control. Nora felt like she lived even harder on the edge than Kais did, and holy shit, that was something. Han was a possible threat too, a Kais yet in perhaps a manicured outfit than a need to rip limb from limb. And so too was Wedge and Ulrich, Valkyrie when they got their shit together, and the people that were all too willing to take the top of the midfield for themselves. And maybe more.

Nadia came around the corner, with Layla broken from her trance, the intern keen as ever, albeit still freaked out by the Jordanian steaming off in the ice bath.

"Sorry, Layla. Scrutineering are here."

Layla sighed, as the two FIAR staff came over, the Al-Saqr racer clambering out, sighing, pulling the cable out. It had to end at some point, even though it was really, really cold in the evening. It would have been fun to have a blocker for that, but well, Layla reasoned that for her own health, probably recognising an ache or pain was better than numbly hurting herself later.

"Sorry to bother you, but it's the usual check. Are you okay to walk and get scrutineered?"

"Yeah, all good." Layla sighed, as one of the techs brought the cable out of their tablet, and plugged it into Layla.

"Right. Let's take a look at you. Craft passed scrutineering, by the way. So let's see if you do as well.....right, diagnostics are in. Won't take a minute." With it, one tech looked through Layla's "software", if you will via her bio-monitor integrated into her neural link from bloods to nervous system functions, the other physically checking over Layla, from head to toe, running a scanner across her, checking her limbs over for any hidden actuators, her heart and lungs, then her mostly synthetic liver, kidneys, bladder and pancreas.

Layla's body almost appeared hollow on the scanner, the caramel skin that she had probably the only indicator there was someone that wasn't fully made of composite. She'd looked into replacing that too with a ceramic blend, but realised right now, the tech wasn't quite there and being made of just mesh would be.....urgh. The technician also took a pinprick of bloods from her neck with a smart syringe, peeling it out and checking for any illicit substances or enhancers that weren't permitted. The allowed ones always came through blue, any other substance, a black.

With a scan through her legs, the golden-sheen having prosthetics masking a complex actuator and movement system that Layla adored for AG racing, versus her other legs that were better for spacewalks or running, the officials were about done.

"All fine, in adherence to your exception. We are clamping down on inhaler use too, so if we find any substances related to perception control on the blood test, we'll have some very serious words. You know why we got hot on that, nearly made one of the Juniors go blind."

"You sound like you're selling it more to me than anything." Layla barbed back, a grin on her face. The racing was fun, but the real sport, was arguing with scrutineers.

"Well, rules are rules. You keep us busy enough, Layla. There are 19 other pilots that would turn themselves into you, and we need to go look at them too." He sighed, almost as if he'd been here before.

"Yeah, but not for Amy."

"What?"

"Nothing! Have a good evening." Layla grinned, turning around, knowing she'd won that argument. They didn't bother, as Nadia led them away, with their results in hand being all they were here for, and now, their business was complete.

Amy was no better than Layla really. Just better at hiding.




After an incredible race at Auckland, it's time to go home. Back to base, and the pack up operation is captured on Delta Hyper's cameras, while most people have turned off their viewers. Container by container, block by block of modular design shipped off, and taken away to be shipped to South Africa, with the ships going to their home bases first.

The scene shifts, and well, we are given a view of many different factories in cut. All in different parts of the world, scattered.

Silver Apex's facility in the British countryside, right outside of Silverstone and the green rolling hills that somehow, are exactly the same as they seem to have been for hundreds of years with country pubs, villages and fields that are now being rewilded for the most part, with a few intensive vertical farms in other places. It's not actually that tall, more like a gigantic, enormous Amazon warehouse. But the design itself looks like something dropped from NASA, glass fronted with a clean-room aesthetic inside. Old F1 cars of course harken back to a past, but it's possibly the most gleaming, space-age looking place you've seen, virtually looking like it fell off the set of Star Trek rather than just a future.

Southern Cross's on the other hand, was a bit more functional. Sitting on an industrial estate outside of Christchurch, outside a gigantic, sprawling network of vertical farms occupying the dead-flat Canterbury Plains- the breadbasket of the Pacific, but the towering Southern Alps are in the far background. It's being renovated bit by bit, so still is undergoing work but it seems to be coming on, but the punk aesthetic of Southern Cross bleeds through, custom paint on the walls of pilots past, trophies won, and depictions of iconic moments, in a way that yelled out to a history. While a precise lab, it also feels deeply....underground. Art litters the walls quite literally everywhere, and reminds the team of where they came from, what they are. Less factory and design facility, more like a chronicle to all things speed, power and the Whanau, or Family, of Southern Cross. There's old F1 cars from McLaren, perhaps a long ancestor of Southern Cross, and then other AG prototypes around.

Valkyrie's facility sits on the edge of Aachen, itself a beautiful, city, with trams and almost an untouched aesthetic since the time of Charlemagne and at the border of the Netherlands and Belgium whilst sitting within Germany itself. Aside from a few touches, like the e-hover scooters, it's an impeccably clean city, greened out and with zero traffic inside of it bar the occasional delivery drone or automated truck. Much like Valkyrie's HQ, situated on a patch of land on a hill outside, a modern concrete construct that looks equal part space-lab as it does campus, with sprawling buildings.

Zygon, meanwhile sits outside of Seoul in Songdo District, and the incredible, almost borderline insane density of Seoul is given away to the bustling planned tech and green city there. Zygon's facilities are shared with Ji Motors sprawling plant, harbour and orbital facility, and every bit of the inside may feel clean room like, yet outside, feels more like watching the heart and soul of high tech manufacturing churn, even with the forced "green" that came from Songdo's copy of Central Park. Despite how oppressively corporate it was, there was a certain peace to it- an ornate juniper and Korean-styled garden, and a feeling that whilst still of course, oppressively corpo, there was some appreciation of the history at least and it made for a lovely lunch stop.

Al-Saqr, meanwhile, avoided Abu Dhabi's sprawl and was built on a synthetic island, protected by a wide range of mangroves and sea walls against sea level rise. The facility was effectively brand new, and despite Al-Saqr's feeling being much more driven towards acceleration, the greenery and palms throughout the exterior made it feel more tasteful, but only hid the precise laboratories and clean rooms, as well as engineering arrangements inside, even if the palm trees and mangroves outside contrasted.

Nordic Call had Lulea, Sweden to call home- and the vast pine forest gave way to a pair of concrete block, one an automated factory, the other Nordic Call's premises that whilst close to nature, had a similar vibe of its own. A Swedish minimalism, perhaps, because where there wasn't wood, there was stark brutal concrete. But nothing else. It was the same as it always was, a nordic wilderness that invited in greenery.

Miller Motor Racing had facilities sat in Montreal, a highly-urbanised, high tech city that had begun to compete with some big tech hubs in the rest of the USA since climate change and conflict had driven people north into Canada. Combined with immense mineral wealth and technical capability, the contrast of Montreal's almost ancient French Quarters compared to its modern tech made for a contrast, and the facility itself was a clean, modern site that had just undergone a lot of renovation with an overlook of the city's grown skyline, old and new mixed together.

SuperCat was based out of Mara City, a brand-new eco-development in Kenya on the Indian Ocean coastline, towards the Somalian border. As a free port and trade zone, it was now competing with much of the world with a highly intelligent shipping port and maglev cargo that could sucker material and people out from Kenya, Rwanda and Ethiopia to the coast. Using environmentally friendly clay and render design, it almost looked like a classic facility, albeit the inside was cutting edge, as per any other team, the clean and modern function actually bringing an eco-topia paradise to some sort of life, even beyond the industry.

Then Carrera Condor, on an old ranch outside of Buenos Aires, not even too far from the main circuit of the city, sat as a modern, clean looking facility built about five years ago. The endless Pampas and green fields still seemed to litter the landscape, even in spite of the surge in development Buenos Aires had gotten- becoming a veritable sprawl that felt more like Kowloon than it did its old South American self. It was arguably the most "cyberpunk" of all the cities- dirty, unclean and full of people wanting to make their fortune in mining and the hills to the west.

Lastly, Fitzroy Orbital sat outside of Sheffield, United Kingdom, in a quiet little industrial estate, and by comparison, was a much smaller facility. A warehouse with a very unassuming angle to it, compared to the rest of Fitzroy's operations, it felt almost like it was hidden. That was because it basically was- an old AG team bought out by Fitzroy, and since, not much had been put into the facility. The Yorkshire feeling was there from the staff though, and you could tell there was a certain....Northern charm to the place.

Where was your pilot, or Team Principal? Before going back to work, debriefs, factory support, design team assistance, neural simulator time, and all that- and no doubt in very quick succession, given there was about a week of turning it around, they had home, friends, and a short R&R to have. Of course, a line of work at the factory could be done virtually through a haptic and holographic pairing, but, it always paid dividends to see the team on the frontline in the shop, plus the drones, robots and all. After all, they were fixing everything up.

Up until now, we've seen the pilots, the professionals, the hardcore competitors that gave it all on track, and will do so in two week's time.

Most of all? Every single pilot had their dilemma. And they now needed an answer. How they answer, how they address their situation and go forward, may well pay dividends in Cape Town. What that meant for their teams, of course, would be displayed when we arrive there....




A Mutual Thing


@Starlance
Somewhere very, very far above the Atlantic Ocean

Amy Stirling




Amy looked across to Bea, as the private shuttle, basically a VTOL-equipped hypersonic private jet clambered to altitude. Very, very high up to a point where it felt like they were closer to the edge of space than anything else, with the tablet and the idea her marketing team had come up with displayed out from it, on the table across from her, in the super-comfy, plush chair she sat in. She'd just finished up a tasteful looking leg of lamb, the fact it wasn't printed or food processed pointing to the fact it must have cost a pretty penny, the elegant looking British-Korean dressed in black sweats and a white arm-cut top, a rather casual look for someone as rich as her.

Even if the deal fell through it would’ve been worth it for the lunch alone, Bea thought as she lounged in the seat in a more ‘public appearance appropriate’ jeans and t-shirt combo. She couldn’t help but smirk at the memory of the Pridwen Solutions logo she saw on the shuttle’s engines when they boarded - small victory over Fitzroy Orbital, despite receiving a bit of a thrashing from them on track. The pleasure part done, she leaned forward, listening to the offered deal.

"So, that's the crux of my proposal. We sell some art at a charity live auction in London, get some marketing clout, then draw a little, together. I have a stream engineer that can chat to yours. Gets us some attention. You have been on an awful lot, and well, what better way for our brands to boost our respective aims….I know, it seems like you're asking what the catch is. Believe me. I just want to return the favour for some favours. It’s a mutual thing considering your dad's previous involvement at Apex." Amy smiled, sipping back a little more Dom Perignon. Champagne never got old.

”I’d be lying if I said talking to someone with your reputation without a lawyer behind my back doesn’t feel like juggling live grenades.” Bea grinned. Although at worst it would be a learning experience and it’s best to learn early. ”Send me details on the charity, I thought I’d make custom pieces specifically for it and tailor it to their focus. Landscapes if it’s nature restoration, maybe avoided disasters if it’s a safety thing etcetera.”

"Noted. It’s one close to me actually. It’s a restoration scheme in the Scottish Highlands. A small charity. But, I don’t always flow where the rivers go these days. And I can’t deny I like it there. Cass will wet herself if she found out. So, between us for now, yeah? The solicitors get involved after we say we’re good. And usually, when we print them a bit of exposure, they don’t really mind!” Amy smirked, the grin on the late 20-somethings face nodding, knowing the apprehension between them.

”She’ll never get me alive.” Bea nodded at the secrecy, ”Scotland’s impossible to dislike and the Highlands are always picturesque, although most of my memories of it smell of gasoline.”

Amy giggled, knowing full well the rally history Bea had there.

“No doubt. But there’s plenty more to it than pine forest and gravel tracks. Scots Pine restoration was a hell of an effort, and there is a lot more to do. So yeah, not a bad cause to be involved in. And well, sounds like you have that sown!” Amy chirped, a smile coming easy from her, as she sighed, sipping a little more champagne down, knowing Bea had some looks on why Amy cared, given all most people knew was an android-like figure that was win at all costs. In the privacy of the shuttle, she could at least talk somewhat more naturally. The fact she wasn’t sharing this with her team-mate, Jamie was more telling, but perhaps to some extent, she seemed to want to pick and choose. Jamie was a rival. Bea was what Amy remembered being ten years ago. She almost saw some of it in her.

”Pine forests…” Bea set down the wine and got out her phone to take quick notes, ”Maybe some split canvas, like a before and after comparison. How much money is getting thrown around there? Wondering if I should make some bigger and some smaller so even people who have to reach deeper into their pockets can bid?” If she could do less work to be able to raise more money, well, absolute win. ”Speaking of painting together, do you paint? I’m thinking the less you know, the more fun that will be.”

Amy shrugged, knowing the answer to the former was not so easy.
“Auctions are hard to read…..but there’ll be a few people wanting the flex, something for their walls. You know this already, but the one thing you can’t fake is authenticity. The real. So people will pay for that. Enough to cover the charity’s expenses. And probably then some. You can sell merch, Bea, hoodies, t-shirts. But nobody pays like someone who wants exclusive...” Amy smiled, knowing very well that this was going to be a surprise, and well, she’d gotten a rise.
“That’s actually why I asked, funnily enough. So, you have the honor ... .no, privilege, of showing me. I promise I won’t do some sorcery beforehand, like dumping all your content into my brain before we start.” She came back down, sitting on the chair again, pouring out a bit more from the bottle, and some more for Bea, before sipping more down, a visible smirk still glowing.

”I’ve got five years of tutorials if you don’t feel up to the challenge unprepared.” Bea decided to be a bit cheeky as she noted ‘buy bigger canvases’. ”Probably best done at my place if you don’t mind, dedicated studio with streaming setup and all.”

Amy smirked in response, nodding.
“Old school. I like that, none of this remote stuff, keeping it in house on a canvas there and then. Makes it more real.” She giggled, as she sipped down a bit more, sighing.

“It's difficult having so many lights on you, Bea, but you hold yourself well. Everyone wants to know what you eat, drink, and they probably already do now. Having time for something outside is good….and drawing like you do, it’s a good one to have. Most of the grid have theirs, they won’t admit it so well.” With it, Amy stood up again, the sight of the curvature of the Earth outside the shuttle's window, as she sipped down some more champagne, the private shuttle not going exactly into space but high enough to get a glance of the infinite blue below.

"And, while I'm at it, I'll put in a good word back at home. No promises. I might be able to get you some tech. Your dad was pretty nice to us during his sponsorship run. Now his daughter's at Carrera Condor, I get the feeling that he needs to put some focus elsewhere. But you know. Girls run the world and all that stuff." Amy giggled, interrupted by a bleep.

A notification bleeped up on the display. Landing in 30 minutes in London.

“Lucky we share a home city, don’t we? Not far to go.”

To Bea, this would seem rather strange. Why was Amy committing resources to Bea, even a promise like this? A rival? It seems almost bemusing, because what she was asking for in return seemed so limited really. But then again, never look a gift horse in the mouth.

Yet Amy always had her reasons. They weren't negative, not for Bea, at least. No, they just helped stir the pot more. And well, Bea’s rising stardom was always a light to catch to keep her in the conversation. After all, being the face of the sport meant making sure you stayed in it. Machievellian, yes, but ultimately, it’s what anyone else would do, right?

With the glass-outlined phone, she tapped a few things in.

“Sent you the proposal. Show it to your solicitors or lawyers, get it checked, and we’ll go from there. We won’t have long to turn it around.”

Bea did wonder about all of that. Well, most of that. She definitely didn’t think they were considered rivals to Silver Apex. That would come a year or two down the line, she thought with an inward mischievous smile and maybe a dose of hopium. ”We’ll try to push it along. Either I’ll send you or your technical department the contact or our technical director will reach out himself.” A memory from a related sport’s distant history came up, the words ‘Pink Mercedes” coming to mind, but as long as it was the guts so to speak it all should work out fine.

Amy smirked, seeing her pick it up.
“Let’s just see. No promises.” The Silver Apex racer reminded, knowing this scheme wasn’t a done deal. But, maybe it would be. Depending on of course, how that conversation went. Secrecy was incredibly important, but she had her own reasons, and well, this was something that if it went well, would pay dividends for Amy’s own needs. And that was enough to get her in the mood. She felt genuine towards Bea, knowing well that whilst a friend today could become a rival tomorrow, having some friends on the grid might be handy. What with the fact she’d become bitterly entrenched with Layla, Harrison not just on the surface but below, having a friend was certainly not something to turn her nose up at....
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Aurora:"So, last question for Auckland. After your first race in the championship, is there anyone you would like to say thanks to?"

Paul Mulder: “Well I have to thank the whole team at Valkyrie. I wouldn’t be here without them. If I had to single out a person to thank…”

He paused as he looked very thoughtful as if he was really considering her question. His face lit up with a warm genuine smile that softened his handsome face.

Paul: “I would like to thank my mother. After what happened to my father, it is understandable that my mother does not really want me to race professionally. She accepts that it makes me happy and has embraced supporting me. She supports me despite her fears and how she feels about it. I know she loves me and wants me to be happy. I know she worries, but having her support means the world to me.”

Paul looked directly into the camera as he continued.

Paul: “Thank you Mom for loving me and supporting me to find my own path in life. I love you.”

Paul blew a kiss and then put his closed fist over his heart. It was the same thing he had done at the beginning of the race that cameras caught in the cockpit. Most people will conclude correctly that the gesture was meant as one of respect and love for his mother.

Valkyrie AGR Team Plane



Monday March 6th, 2094





The Valkyrie AGR Sport team had decided to travel on the Monday following the race. Everyone checked out of their hotels and met at the private airstrip that could accommodate the large heavy cargo plane. Anyone who decided to fly by other means did so on their dime. There was room for the entire team and their gear on the company plane. Alexander knew there was enough room for one more passenger and offered Aurora a spot on the team plane to Germany if she was inclined to use it. He was still working on getting back into her good graces after their poor beginning.

Alexander had coffee and a bagel in his room before checking out and riding with some of the other team to the airport on a shuttle arranged by the hotel. The plane was due to fly out at 9:00am. Customs was fast and easy since they were taking a private plane. Everyone was expected to be at the hanger by 8:30am for their 9:00am departure. They would be back in Germany by 6:00pm. The bio-fueled jet space plane was fuel efficient and fast. The plane could be converted to a space shuttle and could get out of the atmosphere providing transport to tracks that were in space.

The custom cargo plane was set up for the team. The plane was painted black with the company’s gold logo and branding on the side. The entire rear of the plane was a cargo area with ramp for loading the team trailers which held all the equipment and the ships that the team used at each race. The team trailers had special cargo locks on them that locked them into special brackets in the cargo hold to keep them from shifting. The front of the plane had two passenger decks and the cockpit. There was a door into the cargo area from the cabin side of each deck with a storage compartment with shelving to store the passengers’ luggage. There were webbing straps and tie lockdowns to keep everything in place and from shifting in flight. The passenger door to the aircraft folded down into a ramp that telescoped down to meet the tarmac. The door folded in and sealed flush to the outer skin of the aircraft. The cabin could be pressurized with oxygen systems and sealed for travel not just in the upper atmosphere but also in space. Across from the passenger door along the wall was a stairwell that winded up to the second passenger deck. Each deck had room for 50 passengers.

The front of the plane was set up like a luxury private plane with reclining white leather seating. Some of the seating were arranged in conversational groupings and others were set into small cubicles that had privacy screens that could be activated. All of the seats could be laid flat to make a bed passengers could sleep in. Thick black plush carpet reduced the noise of the bio-fueled jet plane while adding to the luxurious feel to the interior. Running gold and white lights outlined the black carpet and lit the aisle. Soft white recessed lighting provided interior lighting. Dark wood finishes and gold accents added to the feeling of being surrounded by luxury. The plane had seating for 100 passengers and four stewardesses. The team typically traveled with approximately 60 to 80 people. There was a small kitchenette area where prepared meals, snacks, and drinks were stocked. At the front of each cabin were two seats for the stewardesses that faced the rear of the plane. This allowed them to watch the passengers during the flight and attend to their needs. On board wifi via satellite allowed passengers to stay in communication and enjoy private entertainment while the plane was in flight or get some work done.

Alexander had received a message from the board of directors via Leopold that they were very displeased with the team results in Auckland. Alexander explained to Leopold that the results were the work of Dominic. He had yet to implement any changes. He had let everyone follow their normal procedure to see where the changes needed to be made and what he could possibly improve upon. He had a contract and they were just going to have to suck it up. He had an airtight contract and control for this season. He told Leopold to tell the board of directors “Change takes time. I have been here for 4 days. Results will happen before the end of the season.” The board was pressuring him for plans to get results already. He still had to conduct strategy meetings with the team before he could put a plan before them.

Alexander knew that the board was not going to like his response. They had not been happy about his full control clause in the contract. They didn’t like relinquishing any of their control to him. He was giving them an honest response though. Change would take time and resources before they paid off. The team had to work with the stricter rules inside the European Union. Their racers were limited by the types of augmentations they were allowed to receive. That meant he had to find new ways to help his pilots be all they could be. Alexander Knight had a very strong sense of morality and code of ethics. He was almost sure he would be battling head to head with the stronger personalities that were in leadership positions within the team.

Alexander was paranoid about the board of directors and other leadership within the racing team trying to push unethical and illegal tactics like in the past. He had been so young back then. Excited about getting a second chance at life. He had been so naive about the ethics and integrity of the leadership of the team he had raced under. He still had nightmares about Audrick’s crash. He still felt a pervading sense of guilt about his death. He still was plagued with what ifs. What if it had been him instead of Audrick? What if he had said something to Audrick? What if he had gone to the racing commission back then? Would they have believed him? Or would they have been bought off like the investigators into Audrick’s crash? Thanks to Alicia, he had been given a chance to help his daughter and atone for his sins. He was determined to protect Paul from those kinds of choices and decisions.

Alexander used his time in the air to schedule the large conference room at headquarters for strategy meetings with each department: engineering, mechanical, medical, training, marketing, and pilots. The next day would be full of back to back meetings. He had scheduled hour-long meetings for each department with a whole team in for a mandatory team building lunch. He then spent the time reading more about how the team was currently set up to run and the budgets for each department. He typed his questions into the tablet as he reviewed all the information and personnel files that had been forwarded to him.

Alexander rubbed at his tired eyes. He had so much work to get done in such a small amount of time. He would need to consider help for him as well. He would need an assistant. Alexander would need to interview potential administrative assistants to help manage his schedule and the workload. He groaned as he thought about how hard it was to find his last administrative assistant. Alexander hated sycophants that only wanted to be associated with him due to his fame or what they thought he could do for their careers. He might have been out of the limelight since he quit racing but that didn’t mean people didn’t recognize who he was. It was not like he hid his past or anything. There were still people who thought Alexander was wealthy from his racing years not understanding all the legal proceedings had stripped away his fortune after he walked away.

Alexander had been leading a team of engineers at an American company working on energy efficient mass transit systems for cities. When he had landed the lead position, the company assigned him an administrative assistant. He had issue after issue with the people assigned to him at first. The first was a woman in her late twenties who was a sexual harassment case waiting to happen. After the third time Alexander declined her invitations for a sexual encounter he had the recordings from the hidden camera in his office sent to HR. They sent him a very nice, meek young man next. He had lasted all of 2 days. Timothy was sensitive and broke down in tears after the third materials supplier chewed him out over the phone. He didn’t have the backbone Alexander needed. The next woman was extremely competent and in her late thirties. She was organized and appeared to be the perfect assistant. Then Alexander came in one morning to find that his current project files were up on his computer. He knew he had closed and shut it down the night before. After checking the cameras, she was taken into custody for corporate espionage. Alexander went through 5 more assistants before the company had to start looking to hire from outside. Alexander had to settle for a temp at this point.

That was when Miss Mabel Brown came into his life. She was ancient but had a spine of steel hidden beneath a sweet exterior and was an organizational fiend. Her job was only meant to last until the company could hire some new employees. Within the first week, she had resolved his supply issues, his office had never been more organized, and his schedule saluted her like a general. He had called HR and told them to hire and offer her a significant salary increase. He had never regretted it.

His eyes lit up as inspiration struck. He checked the time before making a call. He smiled as the phone call was picked up and an old familiar voice greeted him.

Mabel: “It's about damn time you called me Alex. How is that precious daughter of yours? Have you been sleeping and eating and taking care of yourself?”

He laughed as her words washed over him. She was one of the few people who had ever really cared and tried to take care of him. She mothered him like he was her own son.

Alexander: “It is good to hear your voice Miss Mabel. Arianna has come through the implant surgery and is responding well to the integration. She is going to be okay. With these implants she will have a fairly normal life.”

He paused for a moment before continuing. His voice was full of guilt over leaving her behind. He didn’t regret his choice but he was sad that it might have impacted this wonderful woman.

Alexander: “I am sorry I had to leave so suddenly. I had to take this opportunity for her. How are you doing? Did they assign you to the new head of engineering?”

Mabel: “Honeychild, you know that company didn’t want to hire me when you twisted their arm and made them.” She cackled evilly before continuing. “You know they didn’t wait till you were out the door before telling me that they didn’t have a position for me. They offered me a very nice severance package which I took.”

Alexander was angry at the company he used to work for. Mabel had worked as his assistant there for the last 5 years. She was a great employee. She was not popular with other employees in leadership positions because Mabel guarded his office like a dragon and didn’t play office politics. They could have found her a position. He knew it came down to the bottom line. Most of the company thought younger meant better trained and smarter. There was something to be said for experience though. Alexander let the anger go and smiled as he asked his next question.

Alexander: “How is retirement treating you Mabel?”

Mabel snorted before answering him and sounding frustrated.

Mabel: “Well my great grandkids are off to college. My daughter is hovering like I am going to need an emergency room in the next day or so. My sweet daughter in law has brought me dinner twice, and you know she can’t cook. My son suggested I take up crochet! …. CROCHET ALEX!”

Alexander could only laugh at the exasperation in her voice. It was the only appropriate response in this situation. His mental image of anyone trying to stop the force of nature that was Mabel Brown and get her to sit still long enough to crochet brought tears to his eyes as his laughter got harder. He drew a few curious stares from others on the plane. Mabel was yelling at him over the phone telling him to stop laughing.

He smiled and shook his head as he resumed the conversation.

Alexander: “I am sorry Mabel but that was funny. Your children don’t know you at all! So I take it retirement is not going well?”

Mabel: “I am bored to death Alex. There is only so much baking I can do. My family is driving me batshit insane. I don’t blame you for leaving to take care of your girl though. It was the right thing to do. You don’t worry about this old woman. I will be fine. I just need a new hobby. Maybe I can find inventive new ways to terrorize my horrible neighbors.”

Alexander knew his instincts to call her were right. He just chuckled as he couldn’t help being curious.

Alexander: “What have your neighbors done to deserve your wraith Mabel?”

Mabel: “Well for starters, their damn garbage can is always overflowing and spilling down the side. They never clean it up. You make the mess, you should clean it up. That is not too much to ask. They play their music loud enough to wake the dead all hours of the day. I am a music fan. I love music. I don’t mind loud music. I like heavy metal. I listen to the classics like Metallica and Ozzy Osbourne. I don't appreciate loud music at midnight when I am trying to sleep on a Wednesday night. I can see having a party on the weekend. Or occasionally but this every damn night! Don’t get me started on their poor parking skills which leads them to blocking my driveway.”

Alexander couldn’t resist asking. He had to know:

Alexander: “You said invent new ways implying you are already terrorizing your neighbors. What have you tried so far?”

Mabel replied with amusement in her tone.

Mabel: “Well Alex for starters, I left a broom and dustpan with a bow on their porch. I always give their children candy everytime I see them. I make sure to bring them baked muffins with extra sugar and fiber on Saturdays. I have ordered pizza delivery for them twice. When they refuse to pay I just call the nice delivery boy over and take care of him. I had one of my great grandsons place a realistic looking rubber snake next to the driver’s side door of their car. I always tell those nice door to door solicitors that my neighbors are easy marks and encourage them to stop by their place. I set up a basketball hoop in the driveway for my great grandkids and encouraged them to invite the neighborhood kids to play. I make sure they have snacks and drinks so they can play for hours.”

Alexander laughed again, shaking his head. The woman was diabolically strategic and evidently determined to kill them with kindness. Alexander sobered as he finally got to the point of his call.

Alexander: “Mabel, how would you feel about moving to Germany? I could really use your help. I need someone I can trust to have my back. Unless you are truly happy being retired. I want you to be happy.”

Mabel’s laughter rang out over the line before she answered him, still chuckling.

Mabel: “Alex you silly man. My bags are already packed. I have been waiting for you to call me. This will be a new adventure for me. I had to get my passport though for that family cruise my daughter in law insisted would be a great family vacation. I can be there tomorrow.”

Alexander gave a deep sigh of relief. Mabel brought something special to his life. He couldn’t imagine working with anyone else. His smile couldn’t get any bigger. Alexander’s voice softened with warmth and affection.

Alexander: “Thanks Mabel. I appreciate your willingness to relocate to help me. This would be much harder without you.”

Mabel’s voice was full of maternal warmth and sass as she replied.

Mabel: “Well someone has to look out for your sorry ass and remind you to eat and sleep. Give my love to Arianna when you speak to her next. Good bye Alex. See you tomorrow.”

Alexander: “Have a safe trip and text me your flight details. I will arrange to have a car pick you up.”

Alexander heard his text notification go off.

Mabel: “Already done. And Alex, Get some sleep tonight.”

Mabel hung up the phone on him. He smiled as he pulled her flight details.He texted the car service that was contracted to the race team and gave them her flight details and where to drop Mabel off. He then assigned her one of the apartments available at team headquarters. He sent an email to HR to get the employee paperwork ready for her to review and sign. He let them know her position and starting salary. He felt a huge relief and felt as if some of the weight had been lifted off his shoulders. He could hang on a few days until Mabel got there and got started.




ValkyrieAGRSport: The ValkyrieAGR Team has made it home to Germany. Don’t forget to buy your gear and tickets for the next race. We will see you in Cape Town, South Africa! #LetsGoValkyrieAGR #DeltaHyper #FormulaAG #LionsHeadOrBust





OfficeDrone#12: Reliable source from inside ValkyrieAGR says Knight is bringing in some of his own people.
SuperfanAGR54: That sounds typical for an uptight controlling a$$hole.
DantheMan: Insider sources say he plans to strip the team’s talent.
Superfan2075: I don’t care if he gets results.
DadBod89: Rumors from the top say the Board is not happy with Knight.
Hater101: Why should they be? He hasn’t done anything for them yet!
Papabear34:Alexander Knight Sucks! #knightfail #bringbackdominic
Nana2050: Change takes time. It is only expected that we will see some changes in personnel. Knight is doing his job. #realitycheck
GeorgeFly: Results are what matter. Africa will be telling.
ValkyrieFan56: @GeorgeFly I agree with you. Will update from Africa.
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Valkyrie AGR Team Headquarters


Tuesday March 7th, 2094


Soundtrack: Highway to Hell - ACDC




Team Valkyrie AGR Sport Team headquarters were located on the outskirts of Aachen Germany. The racing team was a partnership conglomerate of corporate owners and the European Union government research and development interests. They are guided by a board of directors with 10 members with an elected President of the Board who held the tie breaker 11th vote. The team had top of the line engineers and a solid craft but the team was barely hanging onto their reputation and placement as one of the top teams. The team had excellent financial support from top corporate interests and the European Government but was plagued with leadership that had a divided viewpoint and vision for the team. The result was excellent technology and engineering and an underperforming below average team when they should be placing in the top three places each race. Among the Board of Directors were companies that had racing in their DNA such as Ferrari, Sauber, Renault, and Red Bull. Then there were tech and big pharma companies investing in the technology developed for the team looking at developing marketable products and services to the masses. Then there was the European Union Space Agency that utilized the racing team to expand their research and development of clean environmental propulsion systems and antigravity solutions to some of Earth’s biggest issues with a goal of expanding mankind’s future in space.

The team headquarters was a large complex that resembled a university campus. The campus sat atop a hill overlooking the city of Aachen. The buildings were a mixture of sculptural modern artistic metal and glass laboratory buildings and historic looking buildings. The campus had research and development buildings, a large warehouse and production facility, a large office building, an onsite training facility and a test track. There was also a large apartment building for key staff, trainers, and pilots. The team headquarters had everything the team needed to get the best results.

The office building had a large auditorium that was used for team events and press conferences. It was set up with state of the art holographic equipment and sound systems. The training facility had a well appointed gym and a state of the art simulator. The onsite medical facilities were also housed in the training center. The engineering research and development labs were housed in the large warehouse and production area of the campus. The test track was also in this area and could be seen peeking above and around the buildings in the area. The medical research happening was in one of the metal and glass looking buildings that had clean rooms and would make any big lab proud. The onsite apartment housing was in one of the older more historic looking buildings. The onsite housing was not wasteful on space but they were adequate, well appointed, and maintained. The grounds had plenty of open green space with lovely gardens and trees. Walkways meandered through it all with benches providing a natural respite to the indoor environments at the team headquarters.

The corporate headquarters office building was a staggeringly beautiful modern marvel of steel and glass. The campus was on the city's main public transportation lines. An antigravity bus system and monorail dropped passengers off at the main entrance to the campus. The main office was open to the public but there was security. You didn’t get past the main lobby without an appointment or a staff badge. The main office building had a large industrial kitchen that was attached to a restaurant style space that served food to the workers. This area was run by the team chef. Workers could bring their own lunch and eat it here or could eat at the team restaurant. They could have meals deducted from their pay. The food was excellent and cost effective for employees as well. It is one of the great perks from working at headquarters. There is an onsite daycare for the children of employees that is located across from the cafeteria.




Conference Room 9:00 AM

Engineering Team Meeting





Alexander made sure the conference room was set up with coffee and pastries. Along the back wall was a serving counter with a small sink in it. It had storage cabinets on the bottom. The cabinets were a sleek black wood with a dark quartz countertop. There were chrome plated finishes and knobs that contrasted nicely with the dark and black finishes. It had an individual cup coffee maker set up. There was a spinning pod rack full of recyclable pods with different types of hot drinks, coffee, tea, hot chocolate, and apple cider. There was a condiment holder with creamer, sugar, and alternative sweeteners such as agave syrup and honey.There was a holder for utensils, napkins, stir sticks, small plates, and stackable mugs. There was a glass front beverages cooler that held cold drinks such as bottled water, juice, and soda. The pastries were arranged nicely in serving baskets with tongs. There was also a snack basket with granola bars, trail mix, protein bars, and pretzels. He tried to make sure there was something for everyone and enough for a day of meetings.

The conference room was large enough to seat 20 people. The massive dark wood conference table was modular and could be set up to make one large table or moved to create small group tables. There was enough room to set it up like a classroom with rows of desks as well. He had it configured as one large table. There were comfortable black leather swivel chairs with chrome arms and legs on rollers around the table. The room was set up with screens and holographic projectors that tied into the tablets and laptops wirelessly. The room was set up with security countermeasures to keep proprietary information and data secure during meetings. There were also cameras in the room. Alexander had discovered it was company policy to record all meetings. Alexander suspected the Board of Directors would use it to spy on him this week to see what he was doing. He didn’t care. He would do his job his way anyway. He had nothing to hide. It was an efficient way to take notes and have a record of anything that might need to be addressed by the human resources department.

He knew most of the team that traveled to Auckland had to be pretty tired. He grabbed a black coffee and an apple strudel. He polished off his treat and was sipping his coffee as the engineering team began to trickle into the meeting. There were 8 staff and 4 interns on the engineering team. Alexander had taken the seat at the head of the table. He smiled and waved at Felix Burkhart, the Chief Engineer. He indicated that Felix should take the seat to his right. Alexander had been pleased with how Felix had run his team so far. Alexander smiled and stood up to introduce himself. He looked around the room and gave everyone a warm smile as he got started.

Alexander: “Good morning everyone. My name is Alexander Knight and I am the new Crew Chief for Valkyrie. Before we get started, please help yourself to something to drink and a breakfast pastry. This is going to be a long meeting.”

He waited as those who had not yet helped themselves from the refreshments set out on the sideboard did so. There was coffee, tea, water, milk, and juice to accompany the pastry assortment. Everyone in the room had an earwig or as they were more commonly called an ear worm which was a translation device that was worn in the ear like an earbud. It was a device that allowed collaboration and people from different cultures and backgrounds to live and work together without having to learn additional languages. While the bulk of the engineering team was German, there were also some Asians, Italians, and a few English speakers in the bunch.

Alexander waited as the group quieted and looked at him expectantly. He nodded to Felix and grinned

Alexander: “Felix I like what I have seen from you so far. I like the way you run your team. I think you are doing a great job. I want to be perfectly clear with my intentions from the beginning. I will only replace those who are not performing their job to the best of their ability. The person who will make the decisions on the engineering team is Felix. Yes Felix answers to me and I answer to the board. But Felix is in charge of the engineering department.”

He paused to let that tidbit sink in. He wanted to make the chain of command clear that he supported Felix in his current position. It was common when there were changes in team leadership for teams to fire everyone and bring in the new leadership's preferred people. He was pretty sure there were one or two engineers that were hoping to replace Felix who had been wooing Board Members.

Alexander: “With that being said, I have an engineering background. I understand your work and the constraints and limits on it. I don’t plan to interfere in the day to day running of the engineering team. What I will do is highlight areas we can work on to make the ships better. I will suggest areas of research. I am open to hearing your ideas. The biggest disadvantage our team has is restrictions on pilot augmentations. I say we embrace that and see how far we can push natural talents and the limited augmentations we are allowed. Which means that our ships need to be better and faster to accommodate those differences. We need to rethink our approach to match our pilots' needs. We have to try different approaches to achieve the same goals. What works for a pilot with augmentations might not be the best choice for one of our pilots.”

Alexander took a seat and looked around the table. Some of them looked excited and pleased and some of them looked shocked. A few had closed expressions that he couldn’t read. A few looked downright rebellious. He had a few younger interns that rolled their eyes at him dramatically. He chuckled to himself thinking about the vagaries of youth. Was he ever that young?

Alexander: “With that being said, I prefer to work all hands on deck in a team manner. I want to hear everyone’s ideas. I don’t care if it was wild and out there or it was something you drew on a cocktail napkin when you were drunk. The question I have for the engineering team is what can we change on the ship to make it faster? The ship handles well and the ELS systems are solid. We are lacking in speed. This will be critical at our next race. What can we implement between now and Africa to improve the ships’ speed? What is on our ships now that could be improved or changed to help our pilots?”

Alexander leaned back in his chair as the team all looked around at one another and then turned to Felix. Felix looked a little poleaxed and swallowed nervously before turning to Alexander and gulping. Alexander could see the moment that Felix had finished processing what Alexander had said.

Felix grinned and settled into his chair comfortably exuding a new aura of confidence as he nodded at Alexander.

Felix: “Thank you for your trust Mr. Knight and your kind words.” Felix turned to his team and grinned at them. “Well people, don’t be shy. Let’s hear your ideas. What can we do to make the ships go faster? How can we change them for the better?”

The meeting pace picked up as the eager interns were excited to be able to give input. Some of their ideas were not possible but their creativity was inspiring. They spurred the rest of the team to contribute. Alexander sat back and watched as Felix took over the meeting. Alexander made notes on his tablets of the ideas that the team came up with to explore both long term projects and short term projects. Alexander glanced at his watch and knew he needed to close the meeting. He thanked the team for their help.

Alexander: “Thank you all for your ideas and participation”

He turned to Felix and addressed him personally.

Alexander: “Felix, take the rest of the day to get together with your team to brainstorm and develop a project proposal list with the necessary details. Can you have that on my desk by noon tomorrow?”

Felix nodded with a confident look. Felix: “Of course sir.”

Alexander smiled and stood up. He clapped Felix on the shoulder and looked around the table at the other team members.

Alexander: “Well I guess that answers my question of is the Engineering Team ready for a challenge. Good work everyone! Now I have to shoo you all out the door so the next team can come in.” The engineering team filed out of the conference room, most of them in good spirits and eager to get work energy about them. Most of them headed out of the office building towards the warehouse and production areas where their offices and workshops were.




Conference Room 10:00 AM

Medical Team Meeting





Alexander had no time to check his messages or email as the medical team was coming as the Engineering Team was leaving. Alexander could hear whispers as the two teams made comments in passing. He was pretty sure they were asking their colleagues how the meeting had gone. Alexander watched the hurried and whispered conversations with a smile. They were hoping to get an idea of what was going to happen in this meeting.

He noticed a middle aged man with a slight paunch and a large bald spot who had salt and pepper hair with hazel eyes wearing an impeccable designer suit. The man stopped and glared at the employee who had taken the chair at the other end of the table directly across from Alexander. He leaned intimidatingly over the woman.

The young woman sitting in the chair was an intern. Her shoulder hunched down and she ducked as if she was afraid of being hit. In a fearful shaky voice the woman spoke softly “I’m Sorry Dr. Zimmerman. I didn’t know you wanted to sit there.” She quickly vacated the chair and took the chair furthest from the man.

Dr. Zimmerman: “As head of the Medical Team of course I would sit at the other head of the table. That is to be expected. I shouldn’t have to move an intern from my seat.” The man’s tone was condescending and cold. The man claimed the seat and fussed with his tie.

Alexander already didn’t like Dr. Zimmerman. He would give the man enough rope to hang himself. He would keep a close eye on the good doctor during the meeting. Alexander started this meeting like he had the last one. He waited till everyone had come in before standing up.

Alexander: “Hello. I am Alexander Knight, the new Crew Chief. This meeting is scheduled to take an hour. Please help yourself to the refreshments in the back of the conference room then we will get started.”

Once again Dr. Zimmerman didn’t disappoint him as he simply snapped his fingers and glared at the female intern he took the chair from.

Dr. Zimmerman: “You know how I like my coffee.”

The woman made him a cup of coffee and set it next to his right hand. She then proceeded to fetch her own cup. He waited until people had grabbed what they wanted and had resettled into their seats with tablets and notepads. Evidently some of the doctors went old school or were simply pretentious. Most people used strictly digital devices and records to spare the environment. Paper was actually quite expensive these days. Alexander noted that Dr. Zimmerman was one of those with an expensive looking pad of paper and a silver pen next to his seat. Alexander had not missed that one of the male interns had brought him the pad and pen. Alexander had returned to his seat as he waited for everyone to resettle. Alexander turned to Dr. Julian Zimmerman, the Medical Team Lead, giving him a respectful nod before addressing him.

Alexander: “Doctor Zimmerman, Can you explain how the work and decisions are made on the medical team?”

Dr Zimmerman: “Certainly. The Medical Team meets once a month to discuss any issues brought to us regarding pilot training or clearance for racing. In between those times, we work on the research proposed by the race team that will impact the pilot. Some of the members of my team work more closely with the pilots in the respective disciplines. I of course make all final decisions as to what research is pursued.”

Zimmerman turned to point out Dr Johannes Thorkelson. “Dr Thorkelson works with the pilots on nutrition.” He pointed to a woman, Dr. Emerson Ainsworth. “Dr Ainsworth works with pilots to help them with neural integrity and is researching ways to improve cognitive dissonance some people experience from neural chip use.” He pointed to another man “Dr Chandler Montgomery works with restorative medicine and is improving noninvasive techniques to help our pilots recover from injury with minimal downtime.” He moved to the next member of the team Dr Mitsuko Ishikawa. “Dr Ishikawa is our augmentation expert. She handles any issues with pilot augmentations and implants.” He pointed to the final two members of the team. “Konrad is an emergency paramedic that travels with the team. Konrad is there for any emergency medical care that team members may need. He handles all emergency health issues and helps with augmentation maintenance and inspections by the racing authority. And last but not least is the team physical therapist, Sasha Volkova. She works closely with Dr. Montgomery to help pilots recovering from injury.”

Dr. Zimmerman’s tone was very blasé and dismissive of the work done by his colleagues. Zimmerman’s tone changed as he put emphasis on his role. “Of course, I am the official team doctor. I travel with the team. I make all final decisions regarding pilot health and medical care.”

Alexander leaned back in his chair as he looked at the four remaining people in the room. Alexander knew who they were but he wanted to hear Dr. Zimmerman’s answer. Why didn’t the man introduce the interns? He also failed to state the work they did. He also didn’t share if they were working on any ground breaking research. Usually interns were chosen in the medical field because they had something to contribute to existing research happening.

Alexander: “And they are?”

He pointed to the other people in the room who had not been introduced or given a job description. Dr. Zimmerman looked around with a blank stare as he looked at where Alexander was pointing, looking confused. He seemed to get it after about 30 seconds of silence.

Dr. Zimmerman shrugged dismissively.

Dr. Zimmerman: “They are just interns. They are here because your email specified the entire team. They are basically grunts studying and hoping to gain insights into the various specialties represented on the team. Their work is not worth mentioning.”

Dr Zimmerman looked smug, arrogant, and relaxed. Zimmerman seemed confident that Alexander was duly impressed by him. Zimerman raised an eyebrow as if asking Alexander for his next question.

Alexander frowned as he heard Dr. Zimmerman’s explanation of how his team was run. He also didn’t like that he was so dismissive of the interns. Interns are there to handle grunt work yes but they are there to be mentored and taught. It was a great way for the team to locate and find new and exceptional talent. Alexander gave Dr. Zimmerman a contemplative look. Alexander noted that most of the medical staff sat quietly with their hands folded on the table with blank looks on their faces. The interns shifted nervously in their seats and kept exchanging glances with one another.

Alexander: “Dr. Zimmerman, how you run your department makes no sense to me.”

Dr. Zimmerman’s face turned bright red in anger. He sat up straight in his chair. His hands were clenched into fists on the table.

Zimmerman: “What do you mean by that? I have been running this department for the last 5 years. Dominic Ricci was always complementary to my work. You obviously don’t know what you're doing!”

Dr Zimmerman’s voice was going up the longer he spoke. Zimmerman’s angry glare went around the table at his staff.

Alexander looked around the table at the other people present. Most of the older staff had carefully neutral expressions and were focusing on Alexander and avoiding Dr. Zimmerman’s gaze. The interns all looked downright fearful. The rest of the staff were trading worried looks between them. Alexander focused on Dr. Zimmerman and calmly raised an eyebrow at the man’s behavior.

Alexander: “I think some changes are in order. This is what we are going to do. All of you staff members are going to go back to your desks. You are going to compile a proposal of what you would like your work and research to entail. Put it in layman's terms, no heavy medical jargon please. Then you are going to share how that benefits the racing team. Then you are going to propose a leadership structure that you feel works for your department. In your proposal, you are going to share how you are going to use interns while mentoring and teaching them. Please think about and include ways your areas of expertise can be used to benefit and help our pilots. We can not artificially enhance them any further but are there more natural solutions that can help them be better than they are now? Now as for you interns…”

Alexander smiled at the nervous looking interns hoping to put them at ease. Dr. Zimmerman’s face was getting redder and he was shaking his head violently no as Alexander spoke.

Alexander: “I want each of you interns to write me a letter explaining which of our staff you want to work with and why. What research you hope to do here. And why did you want to intern with Valkyrie AGR Sport.”

Dr. Zimmerman looked apoplectic with rage. He rose to his feet slamming his fist down on the conference table. He began yelling at Alexander at the top of his lungs. Alexander noted many of the others were moving away from Dr. Zimmerman and a few who looked fearful. That just pissed Alexander off.

Dr. Zimmerman: “YOU CAN’T DO THIS!”

Dr. Zimmerman began to stride towards Alexander with clenched fists.

Alexander rose to his feet as Dr. Zimmerman encroached his personal space and began to jab his finger towards Alexander.

Dr. Zimmerman: “THIS IS MY DEPARTMENT! YOU ARE NOT ALLOWED TO TELL ME WHAT DECISIONS TO MAKE OR HOW TO RUN IT!”

By this point Alexander was beyond done with the good Dr. Zimmerman. The next time he jabbed his finger into his chest, Alexander casually caught the man’s arm and twisted it behind his back in an arm bar so he could control himm.

Alexander: “Dr. Zimmerman, you seem to have misplaced your manners and professionalism. This behavior is not acceptable for leadership with this team.”

Alexander put enough pressure on the man’s arm until he shut up and was wincing. Alexander’s tone was firm and confident.

Alexander: “I am firing you Dr. Zimmerman for insubordination and abusive behavior towards staff. You will leave now.”

Dr. Zimmerman body was tense with rage and shook. Alexander pulled on his arm again until Dr. Zimmerman relaxed. He finally let him go.

Dr. Zimmerman: “THE BOARD OF DIRECTORS WILL HEAR ABOUT THIS! YOU WILL BE FIRED BEFORE I LEAVE TODAY! I WON’T BE THE ONE LEAVING. YOU WILL!”

Dr. Zimmerman’s shoulder slammed into Alexander as he moved away from him. The man proceeded to kick his chair into the wall before storming out of the conference room. He slammed the conference room door on his way out. Silence was left in his wake. Everyone looked afraid to say anything.

Alexander smiled gently at the remaining staff. Some of them looked shocked, a few gleeful, and most of them just looked nervous. Alexander addressed the group with a calm and compassionate tone.

Alexander: “I am sorry you all had to witness that. I had expected more professionalism from Dr. Zimmerman. I understand he is a brilliant man in his field. Leaders are supposed to lift their team up and give them room to fly. They lead the way so the whole team can improve and move forward. I believe Dr. Zimmerman has lost sight of that. He will soon find out, I do have the right to change how he does things. That kind of behavior will not be tolerated here at Valkyrie AGR Sport. I want to apologize to any of you who have been victim to that kind of behavior. Please go see the human resources department to lodge any formal complaints. If anyone has a need for it, I am sure we can arrange counseling for anyone impacted. Please compile those reports for me and have them in my office by 5pm tomorrow. Any questions? Is everyone okay?”

Alexander took a closer look around the room. He saw a sea of stunned faces. He saw many shaking their heads.There was one intern who was shaking so hard that his chair was rocking back and forth. He was tall and lanky and was the stereotype for a brainiac. The poor man whispered “What the fuck?” It broke the silence in the room. The man turned and looked at the closed door and back to where Dr. Zimmerman had sat and then back to Alexander. It was Dr. Ainsworth who broke the silence.

Dr. Ainswoth: “How are you going to use these reports? Why are you asking us to write them?”

Alexander: “That is a great question Dr. Ainsworth. I will be using the reports to decide if there are any new approaches or research or maybe even older forgotten research that might help our pilots. We can only artificially augment so far because of the restrictions we are under. I can’t help but wonder how we can improve their natural talents. Athletes have been using a variety of methods for training for years. Is there something we have overlooked? Is there something that can be applied and used differently? Dr. Zimmerman will no longer be head of the Medical Team. I will be using your responses to decide who the new lead will be. As for the interns, it will give me insight into what draws interns to Valkyrie AGR and how we can better support them. Not utilizing interns to their fullest capabilities is a waste of talent.”

Alexander looked around the table. “Any other questions?”

Dr. Ishikawa: “So you want us to include not just current projects but proposed projects?”

Alexander smiled and nodded. “Yes Dr. Ishikawa.”

Dr. Montgomery: “Thank you for not holding the entire team responsible for Dr. Zimmerman’s policies and issues.”

Alexander saw heads nodding as many agreed with Dr. Montgomery’s statement.

Alexander: “I want to share my thinking on this so you understand my leadership style. To hold the entire team responsible for one man’s stupidity is a waste of time and talent. I will hold you responsible for your behavior and your work. If you are in a leadership position then the work of your team does reflect back on you. Just like our team cannot win every race. Research has to go through trial phases and sometimes treatments take time before they show they work. Your team will have failures and setbacks that are beyond your control. I understand that. Poor results due to a lack of effort and a lack of good leadership is another matter. That you should be held accountable for. Does my explanation make sense?”

Alexander saw a few smiles and nodding heads around the table.

Alexander: “Any more questions? Comments?”

There was a chorus of “No’s and No sir” around the table.

Alexander: “Then you are all dismissed to work on your reports. If you need to see human resources please do so. I will be forwarding the recording of this meeting to HR.”

Alexander watched the team leave. Most of them looked excited and a few looked resigned. There were a couple of them that were maintaining neutral postures and expressions. He knew the office rumor mill was probably already hard at work.

Alexander waited till the door closed before he asked the virtual assistant to get him the head of human resources on the phone. He was already using his tablet to forward the video of the meeting and the issues that came to light with Dr. Zimmerman’s abusive behavior of the staff to security and the human resources department.

An annoyed male voice greeted Alexander after being on hold for about 5 minutes.

Bernard Maier, Chief Human Resource Officer for Valkyrie AGR: “Mr. Knight I am a very busy man with a full schedule. I am not available at your whimsy. Why are you calling me?”

Mr. Maier’s tone was condescending and dismissive. Alexander raised an eyebrow before responding. He kept his tone calm and hit record on his tablet.

Alexander: “Well Mr. Maier, I was contacting you personally about a large personnel issue that was unveiled this morning in my meeting with the Medical Team. I was contacting you as a professional courtesy. I thought you would want to be ahead of any lawsuits that your lack of inaction may cost Valkyrie AGR Sport. I am pretty sure the Board of Directors is going to want to hear your explanation of how Dr. Zimmerman’s abusive behavior was not investigated or acted upon. I understand you don’t have time. I will report it to your staff instead. Right after I call security to have Dr. Zimmerman removed from the building. Have a good day Mr. Maier.”

Alexander hung up on the condescending asshole. Alexander dialed the Chief of Security Wulfric Gunderson.

Wulfric: “Go for Gunderson.”

Alexander smiled at the hint of the former military in that commanding deep voice and word choice.

Alexander: “Good Morning Mr. Gunderson. This is Alexander Knight. I have an issue that I need your assistance with.”

Wulfric: “I thought I might be hearing from you. I have already received a call from an angry Dr. Zimmerman who alleged you attacked him.”

Alexander grinned as he felt he was going to really like the Chief of Security here at Valkyrie.

Alexander: “I just fired Dr. Zimmerman for insubordination and abusive behavior towards his staff. I told him we were going to make changes to his department. He told me I didn’t have the right to tell him how to run his department and proceeded to poke me in the chest with his finger. I applied an arm bar hold on him to control his aggressive moves. I have already forwarded the video from the meeting to you and HR. Many of his staff members and interns were showing indications that this abuse is long term and systemic. That shit needs to be addressed. I don’t condone that kind of behavior by leadership.”

Wulfric’s voice rang with sarcasm.

Wulfric: “Well Mr. Knight, that is a serious accusation and if you have his behavior on camera… Well I have to back your concern. He poses a security risk to other personnel. I will dispatch officers to remove him from the building. I know just the two to send. I will be sure they search all his personal belongings for company property digital and physical. I will be sure his security status is immediately revoked and I will personally review all his files for improper handling and malfeasance.” Wulfric’s voice rang with a hint of humor and excitement. “I knew that you would be shaking things up Mr. Knight. I didn’t know it would be so soon. I better clear my afternoon. Call me Wulfric. Keep up the good work Knight.” He hung up laughing.

Alexander hung up with a smile feeling satisfied that Dr. Zimmerman would be handled appropriately now to cover his own ass with HR.

He had the virtual assistant connect him with whoever was on duty and taking calls in the HR department. A warm lovely cultured voice answered the phone.

Valerie: “Human Resources, this is Valerie, How may I assist you today?”

Alexander smiled as he responded.

Alexander: “Good Morning Valerie. This is Alexander Knight. I just met with the medical team and want to report a rather large issue that needs immediate action and investigation. I would like it on the record that I tried to call and discuss this issue directly Mr. Maier but he indicated he was too busy.”

Valerie’s voice sounded unsure and nervous. “Alright Mr. Knight. What is the issue I can help you with?”

Alexander’s tone remained calm and sweet as honey.

Alexander: “I just fired Dr. Zimmerman for insubordination and abusive behavior towards his staff. I will have the virtual assistant send you the recording from the meeting. I suspect that Dr. Zimmerman has been abusive to his staff for some time. I can’t believe it has not been investigated or reported yet. You might want to review surveillance camera footage in his department. I apologized to the staff who were party to the incident. I did tell them if they had any personal grievances that they could file a formal complaint with HR. I also told them that if any of them require counseling services Valkyrie would be happy to provide those services. I hope my fast response will prevent lawsuits from the impacted employees and interns.”

Valerie’s tone dropped an octave in surprise and she spluttered out a response. “I see. Can you do that? Do you have the authority to do that? Usually there is an investigation period while the company investigates claims such as these. You can’t just fire someone…” Valerie’s voice trailed off.

Alexander: “Unless their behavior poses a significant risk to the company and staff. Tell me Valerie, do you think that every employee working in the medical department who have suffered from Dr. Zimmerman’s angry aggressive verbal abuse does not pose a significant risk to the company? I am sure you are aware if they have proof of Dr. Zimmerman’s behavior and reported it with no action being taken that it puts the company at significant risks of lawsuits and pending legal action. Not to mention that it is against the law.”

Valerie sounded unsure and tentative. "Thank you for reporting this incident Mr. Knight. I will forward this information to a supervisor who has the authorization and capacity to handle this issue. Is there anything else I can help you with?”

Alexander grinned at her response. It was about what he expected. He was absolutely positive he would hear from the Board before noon about the incident.

Alexander: “Yes there is. I sent a request to hire Mabel Brown as my personal administrative assistant. Her flight is due later this afternoon at 2pm. Have arrangements been made for her that I requested?”

Valerie sounded more confident this time. “Let me check on that for you.”

Alexander could hear clacks and clicks from the keyboard as Valerie accessed files.

Valerie: “Well Mr. Knight, I see we received your request but no one has done anything with it yet. This kind of request usually takes a few weeks.I will see what I can do to expedite it for you.” Valerie bumped his second request up to her supervisor as well. “Is there anything else Mr. Knight.”

Alexander rubbed his forehead. He was getting a headache. He didn’t have two weeks. He needed Mabel’s help now.

Alexander: “Thank you for your help Valerie. Please notify your supervisor that I will be checking at the end of lunch to see what progress they have made on my requests.

Alexander noted the time and it was almost time for his next meeting. He had enough time to run to the restroom and stretch his legs though.




Conference Room 11:00 AM

Mechanics Team Meeting





Alexander was hopeful that his day wouldn’t go downhill from here. He had not intended to fire anyone today. His intention was to learn more about how the different departments worked in relation to the racing team. He wanted to identify changes they could make before the next race to improve team morale and performance. Alexander was a little surprised that Leopold had not demanded he call him already. Leopold was smart enough to know that not everyone was going to embrace Alexander and his way of doing things. He knew putting Alexander in control was going to cause ripples and there would be consequences. When Alexander came back to the conference room most of the mechanic team was already there. A lovely blonde woman with ice blue eyes was wearing a mechanic’s overall with the name Helga embroidered on it with work boots. Her long blonde hair was pulled back in a braid. The rest of the mechanic’s team sat on either side of her including the two mechanics that Alexander had overheard in Auckland.

Alexander noted that the mechanics didn’t wait for an invitation and everyone had a drink already. He nodded respectfully to them all as he took his seat.

Alexander folded his hands and placed them on the table top with a sigh. He noticed that all the mechanics had a closed off distrustful look. He could understand why. The mechanics were in the unenviable position to be everyone's favorite escape goat when something went wrong. They were the first ones to get the blame.

Alexander gave them a serious look and a tired smile. He respected that at least they were not trying to kiss his ass or throwing each other under the bus to make themselves look better.

Alexander: “Hello. I am Alexander Knight the new Crew Chief. I wanted to have this meeting to learn more about your team and to clear the air over a few issues.”

Alexander noted that Helga’s eyes narrowed as she leaned forward like a protective mama bear.

Alexander looked over to Zane and Juan.

Alexander: “I overheard your conversation in Auckland Zane and Juan. I was in the paddock when you were rechecking the actuators at my request. I want to clear the air and hopefully avoid future misunderstandings.” He paused and looked directly at Zane.

Alexander: “Please understand that I am just getting started. I don’t know you and your team yet. I don’t know if I can count on you to have my back yet. I don’t know if I can count on you to have the pilot’s back yet. I literally flew in the night before on the red eye. I didn’t have the opportunity to do pre-season with the team. It is my responsibility to make sure this entire team runs and accomplishes its goals safely. There had already been a huge technical issue with one of the ships in the qualifying round. It should have been caught and repaired before the ship ever went to the track. The fact that it didn’t was an issue. It is my job to solve those problems. SO YOUR DAMN RIGHT, I asked you to double check the work.”

Alexander heard the protests forming already and held up his hand to stop them. All the mechanics were looking mutinous.

Alexander: “That doesn’t mean I don’t trust you to do the work. I am asking you to take the time to make sure our pilots will be safe. I am not assigning blame for this incident. I am saying that someone somewhere fucked up. You know and I know that mechanics are the first to get the blame. I know that it is often the mechanic who makes the engineer's thoughts and plans work. I want to build trust with this team. I want to know that if you tell me you did it and something happens or goes wrong. I know it was not your work to blame. I will back you up and have your back in return.”

He let them sit with those words for a few minutes before turning to Juan.

Alexander: “I appreciate that you gave me the benefit of a doubt to your coworker that day. I also know you don’t know me yet either. Respect is earned both ways. I need to earn the respect of this team as well.”

Alexander then looked around the table meeting the eyes of every mechanic at the table.

Alexander: “How do we build that trust between us?”

Helga still looked angry and protective of her team. Her team looked just as protective of her.

Alexander: “Tell me about your team Helga? What roadblocks or barriers are you facing to doing your job? How can I help? Tell me what you need.”

Alexander leaned back and waited for her answer. He could see he had surprised her. She looked more contemplative and was really thinking about her answer.

To Alexander’s surprise Juan was the one who spoke up first. Juan seemed like the quiet typer who kept his head down and simply did his work. The man seemed like the type that normally avoids trouble.

Juan: “Disrespect to the mechanic team is common. Helga is disrespected at the track and by other colleagues just because she is a beautiful woman. The blonde jokes about her intelligence here at headquarters are ignored. I am glad Ricci is gone. He was a pig!”

Alexander looked around the table and many of the mechanics were nodding in agreement with Juan. Helga looked surprised and shocked as she stared at Juan. It appeared Alexander was going to spend his first week fixing discipline issues. No wonder Wulfric had been laughing at him and told him he would be clearing his afternoon schedule. Alexander nodded and made a note on his tablet to have HR conduct a mandatory refresher course on harassment with all employees.

Alexander: “I will have HR conduct a mandatory refresher course on harassment with all employees. In the future, please document cases of harassment and I will ensure they are investigated.” He looks Helga in the eyes and then Inga as he repeats himself. “I mean all types of harassment. Please document any harassment that happens when we are traveling and the tracks. I will address it.”

He looked around the table.

Alexander: “Please all of you feel free to chip in. I want this to truly be a team. Where we look out for one another. What else do you need?”

Helga smiled for the first time in the meeting.

Helga: “We have had issues with engineers borrowing tools and parts and not logging them correctly. Then we are short when we need them. We have to go search for them or reorder because they have not properly logged the inventory."

Zane was still eyeing Alexander distrustfully. He sat with his arms folded leaning back in his chair.

Inga sat forward.

Inga: “I have had issues where engineers make a change and they forget to tell us about it. Sometimes those small changes make a big difference. Better communication between our team and engineering would be nice.”

Alexander leaned back in his chair and thought about that.

Alexander: “You know I was surprised to see that they had split the mechanics off into a separate team. I think it would make more sense to fold you all into the same department. It would be more appropriate to call your team the Pit Crew. The engineers do the design work while you guys implement it. You would still have the same dedicated work space you have now. We could explore options like that. What do you think?”

Helga folded her arms and looked distrustful again.

Helga: “Who would lead the team? Who would be in charge?”

Alexander could tell where Helga was going with this.

Alexander: “I think co-chairs would be appropriate. You would retain your title and salary. You would still be responsible for leading the mechanics on the team. I think it would benefit your two departments to fold them together. One inventory system. One work space. We could break down the walls. Then engineering knows what mechanical is doing and vice versa. Felix would remain in charge of Engineering and lead them. This would allow you and Felix to work more closely and make collaboration easier.”

Helga looked thoughtful. She looked around at the other mechanics who were all looking at her.

Helga: “That could work. I can see the benefits of that.”

The rest of the meeting went up from there. They hashed out a plan to integrate the two departments and their workspaces. He knew it would take a little time to implement but the changes to morale and collaboration would be worth it.




Company Dining Room

Team Lunch Noon





Alexander had wrapped up the Mechanics with just enough time to walk over to the company dining room with the mechanics. Alexander smiled and had them walk in before him. He gave them all a friendly smile and a wave as he made his way towards the front of the dining room where Leopold was standing with the Board of Directors. The Board of Directors were surrounded by different employees. Some of them love the attention and power of their position. Alexander knew that they would probably corner him before this lunch was over but at the moment it was showtime for all of them. The team lunch was a way to get the key racing staff together for some team building and to dispel any rumors. They couldn’t fit all the company’s employees into the dining room at once. Lunch was being provided to everyone but only the key staff would fit in the dining room at one time. There were still almost one hundred and fifty people in the dining room.

As Alexander passed through the crowd the whispers followed him.

“I heard he assaulted Dr. Zimmerman.”
“I heard Dr. Zimmerman hit him first.”
“Dr. Zimmerman was escorted out by two of our burliest security guards.”

“I heard he made someone in human resources cry today.”
“I heard he found a heap of issues which he called HR out on.”
“I heard Maier the head of HR was livid with Knight.”

“Rumors are that he is replacing the head of all the main team leads.”
“I heard he plans to fire us all and bring in his own people.”
“I heard he stood up for the worker bees today.”


Alexander greeted the Board of Directors with a smile and good professional handshake. He nodded to Leopold who had stepped up to greet Alexander.

Leopold gave Alexander a knowing smile as he shook his hand.

Leopold: “Hello Alexander. It is great to see you again. Thank you for thinking to arrange this welcome luncheon for the staff and for inviting the board to attend.”

Leopold chucked before continuing. “I heard you have had a very busy morning.”

Alexander nodded and rolled his eyes at Leopold.

Alexander: “I have. I will fill you and the board in later. Right now we need to get this working lunch started.”

Alexander clapped Leopold on the shoulder and gave him a grin. Alexander accepted the microphone from the technician who had it waiting for him. Alexander gave the man a grateful smile.

Alexander spoke into the microphone so everyone in the dining room could hear him.

Alexander: “Good Afternoon. Would everyone please take your seats?”

There was sudden noise as everyone scrambled to find a seat as chairs scraped across the floor. Finally everyone was seated except for Alexander and looking expectantly at him.

Alexander: “Good Afternoon everyone. I hope most of you are having a good day. For those who don’t know me, my name is Alexander Knight and I am the new crew chief and team principal for Team Valkyrie AGR Sport. My role here at Team Valkyrie AGR Sport is to take a step back and look at the broader picture. It is my responsibility to help the team be successful and win races but that is not my only responsibility. As most of you in this room know, a successful anti-gravity racing team has a lot of moving parts supporting those pilots. We have engineers, mechanics, trainers, support personnel, and marketing executives. All of these different parts have to come together and work as a team in order for a team to be successful. I have been given complete control for this season of Valkyrie AGR Sport. Valkyrie has not been performing as well as it should have. My goal is to unite all of you for the greater good of this team. The success of this team is not just up to the engineers, mechanics, or pilots. The success of this team requires all of us to pull together.I am meeting with all the individual teams today. I have already met with Engineering, Medical, and Mechanics. Yes, changes are coming. Some of you will think they are bad changes. Some of you will agree with the changes. I am working on what will change. My answer is I am doing my homework. Once it is done, I promise I won’t hide anything. Changes will be announced with an explanation of why they are being implemented. I want to be as honest and open with you all as I can be. On a brighter note, I arranged this lunch so we can all get to know each other better. I hope you all enjoy lunch. After you have finished eating please make your way around the room and introduce yourself to a colleague you have not spoken to before. The Board of Directors has joined us here today as well.”

Alexander pointed out the Board of Directors and most of them were waving to the crowd. “So please stop by and talk to them. I want to thank the Board of Directors for taking time out to join us here today. I know you are all very busy people. I wanted to be sure the folks who make this team work know how important their work is to you all. My thanks to Chef Jacques for handling our lunch. It smells delicious!”

Alexander gave a wave as he handed the microphone back to the waiting tech. There was a splattering of applause. Alexander made his way to the Board of Directors table. He pulled out a seat and joined them. A group of servers approached the table and began setting down plates. A plate was set in front of Alexander that contained some kind of chicken dish. It smelled good. Alexander poured himself a glass of water from the pitcher on the table. Alexander could feel eyes on him as he began to eat. Alexander looked up as saw that many of the Board Members were watching him closely and looking expectantly at Leopold who was sitting to his right. Leopold was kind enough to wait until Alexander had taken the edge of his hunger before beginning the conversation.

Leopold’s tone was mostly neutral with a hint of amusement in it. Leopold had heard about the incident within 10 minutes of Dr. Zimmerman leaving the conference room. The Board Members who had not voted to bring Knight on were already baying for his removal and the reinstatement of Dominic Ricci. They were about to learn a valuable lesson at the hands of Alexander and he was going to enjoy every moment of it.

Leopold: “Alexander please share what happened this morning. I have had a phone call from an angry Dr. Zimmerman who said you attacked him. A call from Maier, the Chief Human Resource Officer, who said you were demanding things from his department that were inappropriate and not using the appropriate company protocols. A call from Chief of Security, Wulfric Gunderson, telling me I should be thankful for the way you handled Dr. Zimmerman.”

Alexander looked over at Leopold as he set down his utensils. He caught the spark of mischief in Leopold’s eyes.Alexander looked down the table at the other Board Members. Some of them expectant, others looked angry, and a few curious.

Alexander: “Well Leopold, let me be frank. I didn’t expect I would spend my morning cleaning up the shit show that passes as management and oversight with this racing team. I have only met with three of the department teams so far this morning. I fired Dr. Zimmerman for insubordination and abusive behavior towards his staff. When I suggested that we were going to make changes to his department, he got angry, loud, and began poking me in the chest. It was clear from the body language of his team that he has been abusive towards them for some time. I let him poke me in the chest a few times before I used an arm to control his behavior before I told him he was fired. Now I don’t believe I should need to tell this Board that abusive behavior by a member of management is illegal and the worst kind of publicity for this team to have. It opens this company up to lawsuits and legal actions from both civilian and criminal law. I believe this situation was large enough to warrant calling Mr. Maier so that he could get ahead of it. Instead he was upset with me for daring to interrupt his morning. I then wished him a good morning and then reported the incident to the HR Staff. I spoke with a lovely young woman named Valerie. I assured the employees on the Medical Team that the incident would be investigated. I also told them if they had any grievances with Dr. Zimmerman, and wanted to file a formal complaint to see HR. I also assured them that if any of them needed counseling Valkyrie would be happy to take care of that. I hope my efforts will stave off any lawsuits.”

Alexander paused and took a sip of water before he continued. “In my meeting with the mechanics team, it was revealed that systemic and long term harassment has been happening to our female mechanics both here at headquarters and while we are in the field at the track. I am ordering all company employees to undergo a mandatory retraining course in harassment and the proper procedures for reporting it. This is yet another set of behavior that puts this racing team at risk. There is no way all of these incidents have gone unreported. I suspect that these incidents were swept under the rug by those in positions to do so. You have to deal with issues like these. The truth will always come out.”

Alexander paused and met the eyes of every member of the board looking over their reactions to his statements. The ones who had been angry just looked even angrier but were biting their tongue. Board Member Amantas’ sneering face was a good indication of his rage as he spit sprayed from his mouth as he spat out his words towards Alexander. Alexander was grateful he was far enough away that he avoided being hit.

Amandas: “How dare you fire a respected member of this team without following proper protocols. If you had a problem with Dr. Zimmerman, you should have brought the issue to us to be dealt with. You are overstepping your authority!” He pounded a fist on the table making all the glasses and silverware jump.

Leopold raised an eyebrow and spoke directly to Amandas. Leopold: “Amandas, we are being watched. Knight was given the authority to do whatever he needed to do to turn this into a winning season. This board should be grateful for his interference since Dr. Zimmerman has already gone to the authorities to file a complaint against Mr.. Knight. Our head of security, Wulfric Gunderson, dealt with the issue when law enforcement came to arrest Mr. Knight. He showed them the video of the incident. Dr. Zimmerman has been arrested on assault charges. How will this incident reflect on this team when the government and regulatory inspectors investigate it if Knight had not taken immediate action?”

Leopold looked around the table at the other Board Members. Some of them looked shocked, others were nodding their heads in approval. Only a chosen few like Amandas still looked angry. Amandas was sputtering with rage, unable to form words. Leopold’s voice was cold as he spoke.

Leopold: “Amandas, if you cannot control yourself, you should leave. If you cannot work with Mr. Knight, maybe your company needs to send another representative to act as their Board Member. As you have reminded us recently, none of us are irreplaceable.”

Amandas rose to his feet and stormed off followed by Aldenburg and Steindl. The remainder of the board looked from Leopold to Alexander and exchanged looks. It was Nielsen who spoke and broke the silence at the table.

Nielsen: “I for one am glad you are here Mr. Knight. I applaud your ability to keep your cool in a stressful situation. Not many would have. Did you have any other issues today?”

Alexander regarded Nielsen and nodded.

Alexander:“I have hired a personal administrative assistant. It is someone I have worked with in the past. We work well together. She is on her way and will be here this afternoon. I had emailed HR to check on the arrangements for her. I was told they had not even looked at them yet. I was informed that requests such as these take weeks. I need help now. Is there anything the Board can do to expedite her paperwork and processing?”

Nielsen looked surprised and then disgusted. Nielsen: “You want us to pull favors so you can have your office fling join you?”

Alexander’s patience was at an end. His temper flashed as he stood and loomed over the table.

Alexander: “I tell you I hired someone to help me and that we work well together and that is what you think? What the hell is wrong with you people! Mabel Brown is 89 years old and like an adopted mother to me. I will tolerate no disrespect to her! How dare you!”

Alexander’s fists clenched at his sides. He itched to hit Nielsen in the face.

Alexander: “Even if she wasn’t old enough to be my grandmother, comments like that are disrespectful to every woman working at this company. They are also sexist. How do you know I don’t prefer men?”

Alexander gave Nielsen an evil smirk as he leaned even closer over him sneering.

Leopold reached over and patted Alexander on the arm bringing his attention to him. Alexander’s body trembled with rage as his head snapped around and met Leopold’s gaze. He straightened up and swept an arm out in a gesture to encompass the whole table. Alexander spoke directly to Leopold, his tone hard, cold, and furious.

Alexander: “This shit starts at the top. That comment was in no way professional or expected. That is not the behavior you expect to hear in a professional setting. It's no wonder I am running into all kinds of behavior issues. Fix this shit Leopold.”

Alexander jerked his arm away from Leopold and stalked out in a rage. He needed to bleed off his anger. He needed to hit something. He made his way to the team gym. He ignored all the looks as he made his way to the locker room. He changed into shorts and a tank top. He then proceeded into the gym and began to pound on the heavy bag. Thank god it was one of the reinforced bags that could handle the strength of his augments. He was so angry he couldn’t regulate the strength in his punches if he tried. Alexander moved to the treadmill and ran until he could barely feel his legs. He went back to the locker room to shower and change. He finally had control of his emotions and face once more. Alexander left the gym for his next meeting. He had managed to remove the scowl but he still looked like he wanted to stab something.




Conference Room

Afternoon





Alexander was only a few minutes late with his meeting with the Marketing Team. He had to switch to water after his third cup of coffee. He wanted to be able to sleep that night. The marketing team had been particularly hard on him. They were like trying to herd cats with everyone screaming over the other to get their ideas in. Katherine wrangled her team well. It was just that they were all creative extrovert types and glory hogs. She had a team of vibrant and memorable talent. Alexander couldn’t believe some of the ideas they pitched. They wanted to market new types of fan experiences to capitalize on Paul’s popularity with the younger generation. He had put a hard no on anything new until he had a chance to find out what Paul and Dorian would be comfortable with. He had asked Katherine to submit a proposal of changes and campaigns they wanted to run for review. She promised to have it for him by Thursday since she was busy arranging the news conference.

By the end of the day, Alexander had met with all the teams that were part of the work that made Valkyrie AGR Sport Team a success. There were a lot of support personnel behind the scenes that made the magic happen on race day. Not all his meetings went smoothly. The mechanics team was downright distrustful. The lead mechanic had a chip on her shoulder and an attitude that she earned by the way she had been treated professionally just trying to do her job. Alexander suspected that the mechanical team had been used as a scapegoat by the previous crew chief or other leadership. He would have to work to earn their trust and support. Alexander began to put together his plan to present to the board later that week on what changes they would be implementing and new policies they would be adopting to stop some of the inequalities and abuse that was occurring amongst the team. He was still fighting anger from what happened earlier in the day. He hoped Mabel had gotten settled in okay. He had not heard from her yet. He had not had time to contact her yet.




Valkyrie Lobby That Afternoon







Mabel had dressed knowing she would end up at the company headquarters. She suspected she would need all the authority she could muster to deal with whatever was happening. Mabel knew Alexander. He wouldn’t have called her unless he was really in the shit. Mabel was experienced enough to expect a shit storm of attitude for her sudden position with Valkyrie as Alexander’s assistant. Mabel had worn one of her favorite outfits. The creamy ivory suit with gold accents gave her chocolate brown skin a warm glow. She wore her favorite jewelry, a present from her beloved husband for their 50th anniversary. She was wearing classy looking gold colored leather flats. The outfit always made her feel great and gave her confidence.

The young man who met her at the airport was respectful and handled her bags. She learned on the drive from the airport that his name was Peter and he was an engineering student. He had told her about his mother, sister, and the girl at the office he was crushing on. He dropped her off at the front door to the office. He pulled her luggage out of the trunk and set it on the sidewalk next to her.

Peter: “Do you need help getting into the building ma’am?”

Mabel smiled at the polite and helpful young man.

Mabel: “I would appreciate that. Thank you, Peter.”

Peter pulled up the telescoping handle on the suitcase and grabbed it as he offered Mabel his arm. Mabel chuckled delightfully as it was rare to see such manners in youth these days. Mabel slipped her old hand around his arm not that she needed it. She walked along next to Peter, graceful even in her advanced age. She kept fit and had an active lifestyle. Her hand rested gently in the crook of his arm as they made their way to the front door of the massive building. Peter led her into the building pulling her suitcase. He walked towards the security checkpoint. They got into the line that was going through security. Mabel looked around the spacious and luxurious looking lobby. There were holographic models of the ships. There were videos playing in the background that showed various sponsors and the products and services associated with the team. There was a large receptionist desk in black chrome that curved through the center of the lobby. It had glass walls behind it that separated the rest of the building from the public. There was a set of sliding glass doors just beyond the security checkpoint. The line was moving quickly and Mabel was now standing in front of two security guards one on each side of the door. There was a security kiosk for scanning badges on the right side of the walkway.

The security guards were watching and indicated the scanner with a hand motion. The two security guards on duty were Ivan and Damian. They noted that one of the younger employees was escorting an older black woman who had a regal air about her. Peter motioned for one of them to come over. The guard on the left, Damian, stepped forward to see what the hold up was.

Peter: “Hello this is Mr. Knight’s new administrative assistant, Mabel Brown. She doesn’t have her security badge yet. She needs to go to Human Resources for processing.”

Mabel patted Peter’s arm affectionately.

Mabel: “Thank you Peter. I think I have got it from here. You were a great help. Good Luck with Valerie, remember you will never know unless you man up and ask her.”

Mabel winked at Peter who smiled at her even as his face flushed a little in embarrassment.

Peter: “It was my pleasure Miss Mabel.”

Peter gave Mabel a little half bow with a smile and turned and walked away.

Mabel turned her attention back to Damian the guard. Mabel used her sweetest no nonsense voice as she asked the guard.

Mabel: “Well, where do I need to go? Would you show me the way?”

Damian was already accessing a datapad and had a slight frown on his face. Damian’s tone sounded confused as he replied.

Damian: “Can I see your identification so I can verify your identity Miss Brown?”

Mabel handed over her special encoded ID and international passport.

Damian: “I don’t see you on the approved list of visitors today Miss Brown. Usually we are informed of new hires and have the relevant clearances to escort them about the building.”

Mabel: “Well I know it was short notice. Alexander Knight just hired me yesterday. Maybe they are still processing the paperwork. Can you escort me to Human Resources so I can resolve this issue?”

Damian: “Well umm…” The guard was stumbling over his words unsure what to do.

His partner Ivan came over.

Ivan: “What is the problem? You are holding up the line.”

Mabel’s honey brown eyes narrowed at Ivan’s tone and she smiled sweetly at him as she stepped to the side out of line. Mabel raised an eyebrow at Ivan.

Mabel: “You could have just asked me to step out of line while you worked to resolve the issue, young man.”

Mabel’s perfectly manicured nails began to tap against her thigh. She was beginning to get annoyed. Damian looked even more nervous and unsure. Ivan’s scowl deepened at being reprimanded by the older woman.

Ivan looked at Damian. “Figure it out while I keep processing the line.”

Ivan stalked back to his post, his body language registering anger to go along with the scowl on his face.

Mabel gave Damian a warm smile.

Mabel: “What is your name, young man?”

Damian answered absentmindedly as he glanced at his retreating partner. Damian was a new guard and had only been working the front desk for a week. His focus was on his tablet as he sought the information that seemed to be missing.

Damian: “My name is Damian Miss Brown.”

Damian turned his attention back to the older woman.

Mabel smiled at Damian and patted his arm in a comforting way. Her voice was warm and full of compassion as she offered to help the befuddled guard.

Mabel: “I am going to make a guess that you are a new guard. What did your training tell you to do in a situation like this?”

Damian relaxed a little as he realized that the older woman was not going to knowingly make his life difficult.

Damian: “Yes. I really like this job and want to keep it. This exact situation was not one they covered.” Damian pointed over to Ivan. “He was supposed to be providing on the job training for me and guidance.”

Damian sounded frustrated and blushed as he realized what he had just shared with a total stranger. He winced at that realization. His second week was not going so well.

Mabel’s warm laughter filled the area. She patted him on the arm again. Mabel’s eyes sparkled with mischief as she leaned closer to Damian and gave him a wink.

Mabel: “Well we will figure this out together then. Shall we?”

Damian couldn’t help relaxing again and smiling at the older woman. She reminded him of his great grandmother. She had the same spunk and spirit. Damian had always loved spending time with her.

Damian stood up straight and nodded. She was right he could figure this out.

Mabel watched as Damian seemed to regain his confidence.

Damian spoke out loud as he thought through the problem.

Damian: “Well during training we were told if a situation occurs when a guard needs to leave to escort a visitor into the building then we call the security office and request another guard be dispatched to the main entrance. The main entrance is to be manned at all times with at least two guards. Once the replacement guard gets here, then one of the guards will act as the escort.”

Mabel gave him a nod and a smile as she encouraged him.

Mabel: “So do you know what you need to do now?”

Damian gave Mabel a nod and a confident smile as he spoke into the comms system that connected him to the security office. His voice had more confidence and he spoke with authority this time.

Damian: “Yes this Damian at the main entrance. Mr. Knight’s new assistant has arrived and needs to be escorted to Human Resources for processing. I need another guard to take over my position at the main entrance while I escort her to HR.”

Mabel waited patiently as Damian spoke to security. She observed Ivan as she waited. Ivan was quick and efficient as he kept the line moving. There was finally a break with no one waiting to get in. Ivan was staring at Damian and shaking his head.

Damian turned back towards Mabel and told her.

Damian. “It will be a few minutes, ma’am while they send another guard to replace me. Then I can escort you to HR. Will you need help with your suitcase?”

Mabel caught Ivan following their conversation as he walked back over to them.

Ivan: “She is not on the list. She is not authorized to be in the building. You are breaking protocol. Not to mention offering to be her bellboy.” Ivan sneered at Damian, his voice mocking.

Damian gave Ivan a surprised look.

Damian: “I am following protocol. Unusual circumstances happen. I called for another guard to replace me so I can escort Miss Brown to HR to resolve the issue. Offering to help her with her suitcase is just me being respectful. There is no dishonor in being polite.”

Ivan continued to look angry. Damian couldn’t figure out what was going on. Mabel had an idea about what was going on though. She suspected interoffice politics and power plays. She came prepared to cut through the bullshit.

Mabel looked at Ivan and gave him a piercing look; her tone was suspicious and scathing as she began to question Ivan.

Mabel: “Who asked you to delay me or turn me away? Was it a staff member? A member of the board?”

Ivan looked truly pissed as he scowled at Mabel. Mabel had not missed his body stiffening and the quick look of surprise that he suppressed quickly. Mabel watched Ivan and was not intimidated by his 6’2” muscled frame. The man’s posture was radiating violence.

Ivan’s angry voice barked out.: “How dare you accuse me of such a thing?”

Mabel just laughed in his face knowing she had hit the nail on the head.

Mabel: “Let me guess. This was just a small little favor requested by someone wearing a tight or short skirt?”

Damian was watching what was happening and was shocked by what he was hearing. Ivan’s behavior was over the top for such a minor inconvenience and issue. His eyes narrowed as he began to look closer at the man.

Damian made a snap decision and called the security office again.

Damian: “Please inform Chief Gunderson that he is needed at the main entrance.”

Mabel smiled and winked at Damian.

Mabel: “You are learning, padawan. You show potential.”

Damian kept his eyes on Ivan as the man’s fists began to open and close.

Ivan: “I am your trainer and the shift supervisor! How dare you go behind my back over this unknown woman.”

Damian replied to Mabel with a smile never taking his eyes off Ivan.

Damian: “I appreciate that you think so ma’am.”

Damian nodded to Ivan.

Damian: “We will find out what the Chief thinks of this situation. I trust him to educate me on how this situation should be appropriately handled.”

Damian’s tone and words implying that Ivan was incapable of completing that task.

Tensions were increasing between the two men as Ivan stepped closer and gave Damian a menacing glare.

Mabel smiled and noted that the whole scene was being observed by the receptionist. Her discerning eye picked up the cameras that covered the area and she smirked.

Damian moved so that he was between Ivan and Mabel gently pushing the older woman behind him. If Ivan got violent, he wanted to protect the older woman.

Ivan sneered as he noticed Damian’s movement.

Ivan: “You are a coward who is easily manipulated. Can’t you see you are doing exactly what she wants?”

Damian smiled confidently and nodded. “Yes and it is what I want too. So it was an easy decision to make.”

Mabel just chuckled softly and waited patiently. She rested her hand on the handle of her suitcase so she could pull it out Damian’s way if violence erupted.

Mabel remained behind Damian as two new guards and an older man in a suit came out of the corridor that led deeper into the offices and the elevators.

Mabel stepped out from behind Damian as three men approached. She gave the three men her warmest smile and most innocent look.

Wulfric noted the body language of the two guards. Damian was in a protective stance and Ivan’s body language said he was ready for violence. Wulfric also noted that the older black woman looked relaxed. He hid his amusement at the thought that Knight was going to keep him on his toes.

Before Mabel could say a word Ivan turned to face his boss with anger on his face and in his voice.

Ivan: “I am sorry you were called sir. I was handling the situation when my trainee mishandled the situation. This woman arrived and was not on the clearance list or the escort list to enter the building. I denied her entry. Damian called for another guard so he could escort her into the offices. She is purposefully manipulating him to get into the office sir.”

Damian: “I asked Ivan for help and was told to handle the situation while he went back to processing the line sir. What he failed to tell you is that the woman is Alexander Knight’s new administrative assistant. She explained that she was just hired yesterday and that it was short notice. She requested an escort to Human Resources to resolve the issue. Ivan took exception to that and got angry after I called for another guard per protocol to escort her. He got even angrier when Miss Brown asked him who had asked him to delay her or refuse her entry. That is when I called for your presence sir.”

Mabel just kept smiling and waited patiently for the security guards to sort it out.

Wulfric wasn’t surprised that shenanigans like this would be taking place. He was annoyed that one of his guards had been caught up in it. Chances are there was a member of upper management or a board member was trying to sabotage Knight’s efforts. Knight had already rocked the foundation of the racing team by uncovering and addressing some serious issues. He also had watched the video from the gym as Knight worked out his temper instead of slugging the board member. He had been impressed with his form. Wulfric’s eyes narrowed as he looked at Ivan.

Wulfric spoke into his comms with a deep commanding voice.

Wulfric: “Send another guard to the main entrance.”

Wulfric pointed to one of the new guards.

Wulfric: “Escort Ivan to my office.”

He turned to Ivan.

Wulfric: “You will go to my office and then we will review the footage on this incident and fill out an after action report and decide on what corrective measures need to be taken. Go.”

Wulfric pointed back the way he had come, giving Ivan no chance to defend himself or speak.

Wulfric: “Now.”

Wulfric paid no attention to Ivan’s angry muttering as he stomped down the hall with the other guard. He turned his attention back to Damian.

Wulfric: “Damian I know you are new. However you handled this situation appropriately as far as I can tell right now. After you have escorted Miss Brown to Human Resources, come to my office and we will review the video and discuss this incident. Good work.”

Damian’s spine straightened under his boss’ praise. He smiled and nodded at Wulfric.

Damian: “Yes sir!”

Wulfric turned his attention to Miss Brown. She was nothing like he had expected. He had wondered why Knight had requested her specifically. It was his job to run background checks. Miss Brown had passed with flying colors. He was curious how Miss Brown had handled the situation. He was going to watch that video with interest. He offered Miss Brown his hand to shake.

Mabel smiled at the security chief and shook his hand firmly. Wulfric smiled at her as his deep voice carried in the open space.

Wulfric: “Welcome to Valkyrie AGR Sport Miss Brown. I apologize that there was an issue. My name is Wulfric Gunderson. I am the Chief of Security for Valkyrie. I will make sure your security pass is set up and waiting for you once you are done in Human Resources. Damian can escort you to my office to pick it up.

Mabel gave Wulfric a smile and a nod as she replied with her southern accent prevalent as she thanked him for his help.

Mabel: “Thank you Chief Gunderson. Please call me Mabel.” She winked at Wulfric.

Wulfric had been surprised at the strength in the handshake. Wulfric laughed heartily. He already liked her.

Wulfric: “Then you can call me Wulfric.”

The guards looked surprised when Wulfric offered her his first name.They looked at each other as Wulfric released Mabel’s hand.

Wulfric turned to the other guard and gave instructions.

Wulfric: “Please store Miss Brown’s suitcase until we know which apartment she will be assigned. Then make sure it gets delivered there for her.”

Wulfric smiled as the guard nodded and accepted the suitcase from Mabel. He rolled into the small security booth next to the entrance. Wulfric was glad to see that the other guards were following orders just fine. Wulfric gave a rueful shake of his head.

Wulfric: “I have to go deal with Ivan. If you run into any more issues, please feel free to have them call me. I hope your day gets better Mabel. I look forward to hearing how your day went later. Damian is at your disposal Miss Brown.”

Mabel gave Wulfric another sunny smile. “Thank you Wulfric. I appreciate your assistance.”

Wulfric left with a quick ground eating stride. The guard who had escorted Ivan to the security office was approaching, having passed Wulfric in the hallway.

Damian smiled and offered his arm once more to Mabel.

Damian: “Are you ready to go to Human Resources now?”

Mabel chuckled and tucked her old hand into the crook of his arm.

Mabel’s eyes twinkled as she told him.

Mabel: “Lead on good sir.”

The other two guards just watched with a look of confusion. They watched as the odd pair disappeared into the back hallways.




Valkyrie Human Resource Department





Mabel paid attention to her surroundings as she was escorted deeper into the building. Damian led her to a bank of elevators and pushed a button.

Damian pointed down the hallway to the left.

Damian: “Down there is the company dining room. Food is available there and can be deducted from your salary. Across from the dining room is the daycare center.”

Mabel nodded and tried to absorb all the information Damian was sharing with her.

Damian explained that the main hallways were set up like an I. One main hallway went from the front entrance to the back entrance which led deeper into the campus. There were two main hallways that ran across the building, one they had to cross to get to the center of the I where the elevator bays were located. There was another large hallway that ran across the building just before the dining room and day care center. The front hallway led to the large meeting rooms and the big room where they held press conferences.

The elevator arrived and she stepped inside the chrome mirrored monstrosity. Damian punched the button for the 2nd floor. The elevator was smooth, quick, and quiet. Damian put his arm across the elevator door to ensure she could step off easily without being caught in the door. She smiled and retook his arm as he led her down the hall towards the rear of the building. The hallway let out in the intersection into another lobby of sorts. There was another black and chrome receptionist desk. Human Resources was on the front of the desk in foot high chrome letters. There was a waiting area with plush black leather chairs with chrome accents. A nice attractive young woman was sitting at the desk with warm chestnut colored hair and brown eyes. She was wearing a white button up top and a black skirt with heels. Her name tag read Valerie. Damian led her up to the desk.

Valerie’s head was down as she typed something into the computer. She had heard the chime that said someone had entered their area. Her cultured voice greeted them with warm tones.

Valerie: “Welcome to Human Resources. I will be right with you.”

Valerie finished up what she was typing and closed the screen before she looked up from her desk with a warm smile. Her smile was replaced with a surprised look as she looked Mabel up and down. The rumors Valerie had heard was that Mabel Brown was only being hired at Alexander Knight’s insistence. Rumors had it that she was his office fling.Valerie managed to regain her composure as she smiled at the security guard. Her voice sounded confident and competent once more.

Mabel couldn’t help smiling as she thought. No wonder Peter is smitten. Mabel didn’t miss the surprise or confusion on the young woman’s face.

Damian smiled at the young woman as he explained the situation.

Damian: “Hello there seemed to be some confusion at the front desk. This is Miss Mabel Brown. She is Alexander Knight’s new administrative assistant. Security was not informed of her arrival. Can you help us get this issue resolved?”

Valerie: “I spoke with Mr. Knight about his request this morning. I had forwarded that to my supervisor. Let me see what progress has been made.”

Valerie’s fingers flew over the keyboard as she focused on the holographic screen in front of her. She looked a little flustered and her cheeks tinged a little pink as she reviewed the file. The only work that had been done so far was the background check. Valerie was worried she would get blamed for this after speaking with Mr. Knight this morning. How could her supervisor ignore this important request? Yes it was unusual but not unheard of. Things sometimes moved fast in a racing team. Valerie had bumped the request up the chain because she didn’t have the authority to handle everything that was requested.

Mabel watched Valerie’s face. She was getting annoyed. How many people were trying to block her being hired? It made her wonder how many enemies Alexander had made already. Mabel maintained her calm patient demeanor. She had a feeling that whatever the problem was that Valerie was not to blame. Mabel had worked in the corporate environment for years. She was a pro at interoffice political warfare. Mabel decided the enemy had already given her their warning shot. It was time to start recruiting her own troops.

Damian shifted nervously next to Mabel. He glanced down at the older black woman and noted the look in her eyes. It reminded him of when his great grandmother would begin to use her wooden spoon on someone. That old woman could find a tender spot everytime! He was just going to stand here and watch. Mabel had already taught him a thing or two. He smiled and winked at Mabel. He couldn’t wait to see how she handled this situation.

Mabel’s voice was silk over steel as she asked the young woman what the problem was.

Mabel: “Well I haven’t got all day. What is the problem?”

Valerie's face blanched as she tried to explain the situation. Her voice trembled as she spoke.

Valerie: “Well Miss Brown. I explained to Mr. Knight this morning that typically the hiring process takes several weeks. His request was highly unusual. I don’t have the authority to expedite the process. I forwarded his request to my supervisor this morning. The only thing that has been done is your background check.”

Valerie winced as she explained the situation and told the truth of the matter.

Mabel’s eyes narrowed in thought before she looked down at the young woman who was practically trembling in her presence.

Mabel gave Valerie a warm smile, She reached across the desk and patted Valerie on the shoulder. Her southern accent dripped honey as she spoke.

Mabel: “Young lady, what is your name?”

Valerie managed to squeak out, “Valerie.”

Mabel winked at Valerie before she continued.

Mabel: “It is a pleasure to meet you Valerie. I understand that this is not your fault. Maybe we can solve this together.”

Valerie relaxed as she realized the woman was not holding her responsible for this snafu. She appreciated her relaxed confident demeanor. Valerie gave the older woman a tentative smile.

Valerie: “It is a pleasure to meet you Miss Brown. I am happy to try.”

Mabel: “Well Valerie. How much of the process do you have the authority to do?”

Valerie stopped and pondered the question. In reality she made all the arrangements for onboarding new employees. Her supervisor just had to authorize the security clearance and any additional perks like on site housing, and they set the wages.

Valerie smiled at Mabel and nodded.

Valerie: “Let’s get started. I can do everything but push through the authorizations to payroll, security, and housing.”

Mabel smiled back at Valerie: “I already met with Wulfric. He said to call him if you need him to verify my security clearance.”

Valerie had pulled a chair over next to her workstation. Damian had made himself comfortable in one of the black leather chairs as he waited for Mabel. Valerie had learned that the guard’s name was Damian. It took her about an hour to complete everything. Valerie got to work and finished processing Mabel’s hiring paperwork. She set up her company email and sent her the relevant self guided videos and quizzes on company policies and procedures, the employee handbook, and the relevant training on harassment, reporting procedures, and mandatory security measures. She had worked with Mabel to help her set up and activate all her employee benefits which would be activated when the supervisor sent their approval to payroll.

Valerie smiled at Mabel. She had quickly grown to like the old woman. Her voice was full of genuine warmth as she told her.

Valerie: “I just need to run this paperwork over to my supervisor’s office to get his approval codes for the remainder. Then Damian can escort you to the security office to pick up your security badge.”

Mabel smiled warmly at Valerie: “I appreciate all your help Valerie. Thank you.”

Valerie smiled at her as she rose to her feet and disappeared into one of the office doors behind the receptionist desk.

Valerie knocked on her supervisor’s door and waited for her to respond. Her supervisor, Désirée Guyon, was not the nicest person in the world. Valerie knew for a fact that the woman slept around the office looking for her next promotion. She had seen executives come out of her office looking disheveled with lipstick stains on their collars. The woman was downright vile to Valerie and never missed an opportunity to put her down and disparage the work she did.

Her supervisor made her wait for almost five minutes before she called out to come in. Valerie kept her face neutral as she stepped into her supervisor’s garishly decorated office. Her supervisor scowled as she saw it was her lowly underling.

Désirée Guyon: “What? Haven’t you caused me enough grief today?”

Désirée’s tone was scathing and full of disapproval. Désirée had gotten an earful from Maier about Valerie taking a call from Alexander Knight. She had been ordered by Maier to stall the hire of his assistant. Valerie had to be such a rule follower. She had forwarded the request and information that Knight had called this morning to check on the status of the arrangements for his office skank.

Valerie flushed scarlet knowing she had handled and forwarded two direct requests and issues to her supervisor at Alexander Knight’s request. She could see Désirée getting some flack and heat over the incidents.

Valerie was shaking as she handed her tablet to Désirée. Her voice was tentative as she tried for a helpful tone.

Valerie: “Miss Brown was escorted into the office by security. I checked her file and none of the work had been done. I took the initiative to take care of her file after I noticed all that had been done was her security clearance. I just need you to authorize her hire so I can finish getting her settled in.”

Désirée vibrated with rage at the presumption of the little pipsqueak.

Désirée: “How dare you touch that file without my approval?! Her hire has not been approved yet. Who does that skank think she is? She can’t come in and order our staff around before she is even hired.”

The color drained out of Valerie’s face at the vitriol coming out of her supervisor’s mouth. Valerie spluttered out a defense. Valerie bravely tried to defend her actions.

Valerie: “But ma’am, Mr. Knight requested this hire personally. He has the authority, Miss Guyon. I assumed you would want to take care of this right away. Mr. Knight is the new Crew Chief. We were told he had authority in the interoffice memo sent by the Board President last Friday.”

Désirée was furious as she rose to her feet. Her spiked stilettos made no noise on the thick carpeting. She straightened her skin tight pencil skirt and smoothed down her blouse that was so low cut you could almost see her navel. She stormed past Valerie pushing her aside so the woman stumbled. Her voice was full of hatred for the younger and more attractive woman.

Désirée: “You are an incompetent imbecile! Do not think of dictating company policy to me.I will take care of this myself”

As soon as Mabel heard raised voices coming from the open office door she picked up her tablet and began recording.

Damian tensed as he heard the raised voices. He couldn’t help hearing the conversation and it made him angry. He turned to Mabel who looked cool as a cucumber.

Mabel: “Don’t interfere Damian.” She winked at him. “Don’t worry I got this. You might want to record this too though. I am sure Wulfric will want to see it afterward.”

Damian did as she requested and sent a message through his tablet to Gunderson.
A situation is developing in Human Resources. Miss Brown may need your personal intervention.

Damian nodded to Mabel before responding.

Damian: “Yes ma’am. I am here if you need me.”

Désirée’s stilettos made a satisfying angry clicking sound as she stormed out of her office and into the lobby where Valerie’s desk was located. The ever present sneer on her face as she looked around the waiting area. She saw one of the company guards and an older black woman holding a tablet. Désirée had been told that the woman Alexander wanted for his assistant was his latest secretary and office bunny. She was looking for a slutty dressed attractive woman who could be her competition here at Valkyrie. Désirée’s head snapped from side to side. She snapped her fingers at Valerie as if she was summoning a dog. She turned to scowl at Valerie. Désirée’s voice was full of hatred and dripped with disgust as she looked at Valerie.

Désirée: “Well where is this trumped up trollop? I don’t have all day. Point her out, you interfering twit!”

Valerie trembled as followed her supervisor on shaky legs. Valerie shot Mabel an apologetic look before pointing her out to her supervisor.

Valerie: “She is sitting right there ma’am.”

Désirée scoffed and waved a hand in the direction of Mabel.

Désirée: “You are mistaken. I was told that Alexander Knight’s request to hire a personal assistant was to bring his latest office hookup. There is no way that is Mabel Brown. You are being deceived and manipulated into processing that paperwork against orders I might add.”

Damien noted that Désirée’s loud strident screeching was drawing people from their offices. The women were gaining a crowd.

Valerie looked confused and gestured toward Mabel once more. Her voice was confused but stronger this time.

Valerie: “Miss Guyon you are mistaken. Her security clearance and identity were confirmed by the Chief of Security before he had a guard escort her up to resolve the hire paperwork issue.”

Désirée shook her head no as she continued to glare at Valerie.

Désirée: “Mr. Baier personally told me not to approve her paperwork because the woman was being hired under false pretenses.”

Désirée flinched as she realized what she had just admitted out loud to an audience no less.

Mabel stood up and approached Désirée. Her voice was acid as she looked the hateful woman up and down with disdain.

Mabel: “Show some damn respect for yourself! You give all women working in business a bad name. I am Mabel Brown. I just got here from a flight from the East Coast of the US. Are you telling me you didn’t process my paperwork on purpose? I want you to think about your answer very carefully, Miss Guyon. I am recording this conversation.”

Mabel watched as Miss Guyon flinched but regained her composure. She put on a haughty air as she turned to address Mabel directly.

Désirée sneered as she regarded the other woman with suspicion and disdain on her face.

Désirée: "Miss Brown I don’t care if you record our conversation. I take my orders from the Chief Human Resources Officer who takes orders from the Board of Directors. This is a professional company with set policies and practices for hiring new employees. The fact of the matter is that Mr. Knight tried to circumvent the company’s hiring practices. He is not authorized to expedite the hiring process or make hiring decisions.”

Mabel just kept recording the cold hateful bitch as she helped her dig a deeper hole in which to bury her. Mabel gave her a cold smile. Her voice was ice with hints of steel. She straightened to her full height as she looked at the woman like she was dog shit that needed to be wiped off her shoe.

Mabel: “Miss Guyon I want to clarify and make sure I am understanding what you are telling me. Point one: You don’t believe that I am truly Mabel Brown because I am not a young sexy thing. Point two: You have been ordered to block my hiring by the Mr. Maier the Chief Human Resource Officer. Point three: My hiring is being blocked on the grounds that Mr. Knight didn’t follow proper hiring protocols.”

Désirée looked smug as she crossed her arms across her chest and popped out a hip as she nodded at the ugly old woman. Her tone was full of triumph thinking she had won this battle of wits and wills.

Désirée:”That is correct, you old crone.”

Damian and Valerie were almost mirror images of each as their heads whipped from one to the other like they were watching a tennis match.

Mabel looked like ice wouldn’t melt in her mouth as she regarded the woman with a nod. Mabel held up a finger as if she had just thought of this point.

Mabel: “So you are saying that the company lacks procedures to expedite the hiring process?”

Désirée scoffed again and fluffed her hair before answering.

Désirée: “Of course not. Valkyrie has procedures in place to accommodate expedited hiring.”

Mabel nodded sagely at Désirée as she continued.

Mabel: “I see. So really your only argument for not processing my hire paperwork is that Alexander Knight lacks the authority to hire me.”

Désirée looked satisfied as if victory was hers as she nodded.

Désirée: "That is exactly what I am saying.”

Mabel: “I see. So you are saying that in the company wide memo sent by Leopold Koch the Board President to all staff regarding the authority of the new Crew Chief, one Alexander Knight did not grant him this authority?”

Désirée's confidence was dwindling and she started to fidget and get nervous. How did the old crone know about the memo? She knew she had just told a bold face lie. Maier had assured that the board had never meant to grant that level of control to Knight. Maier assured her he would cover her ass if came to it. That gave her some confidence back. Her lip curled in disgust at the old woman who had interrupted her day and challenged her authority in her own office.

Mabel looked satisfied as she sent the recording to Alexander and Wulfric. She then clicked the record button again. It was about that time that Gunderson arrived on the scene.

Wulfric had to make his way through the crowd that had gathered to witness the latest showdown. He knew it would be useless to tell them to go back to work and sighed. Wulfric looked at Désirée and frowned. He had never liked that pole climbing woman. Wulfric came to a stop next to Damian and looked around at the parties involved.

Wulfric: “What seems to be the issue? I have already processed Miss Brown’s security clearance and verified her identity.”

His tone implied there shouldn't be any issues.

Mabel smiled at Wulfric and her whole countenance warmed and exuded classy older lady. She started to explain when Désirée interrupted her.

Désirée’s simpering voice was strident and grating on Wulfric’s ears as she spoke.

Désirée: “This woman is clearly an imposter and should be escorted from the building. Even if she is not. Mr. Knight is not authorized to make hiring decisions for Valkyrie AGR Sport. I am doing my job by following the orders handed down to me by my superiors.”

Désirée sounded smug and expectant as she looked at Wulfric.

Wulfric was confused as he knew for a certainty that Knight did have the authority. He had a personal meeting with the board president about the special clause in his contract.

Wulfric: “You are mistaken Désirée. Knight does have the authority. Where is Maier?”

Wulfric couldn’t grasp why such an important issue was being handled by an underling. He also didn’t understand why Maier would tell her to stonewall Miss Brown. Wulfric knew that there were some heads going to roll over this. It wouldn’t be his though.

Mabel waited until the trollop had said her piece before turning to Wulfric.

Mabel: “Wulfric, it is a pleasure to see you again. I wish it was under better circumstances. I had hoped to resolve this issue without taking you away from your duties again. Valerie was quite lovely and tried to fix the issue with my paperwork. She did all the work and only needed her boss’s authorization to complete it. That is when Miss Guyon came out here and verbally accosted me accusing me of lying about who I was.I understand from Miss Guyon that Valkyrie AGR Sport has already broken the contract they signed with Alexander Knight. You might want to stick around while I inform him of this. I am sure he is going to be quite upset.”

Wulfric heard gasps and muttering in the surrounding crowd. Wulfric looked panicked for a moment because he knew that Alexander Knight was going to blow through this department like a hurricane. His expression switched to amusement instead. He would stick around and watch the fireworks.

Désirée was nervous as she was faced with the certainty in the Chief of Security’s voice.

Wulfric: “Well let's see if we can resolve this issue peacefully. Let me get all parties here.”

Wulfric turned to Damian and pointed down the corridor in the direction of Maier’s office. Wulfric's voice was full of command and confidence as he gave Damian an order.

Wulfric: “Damian fetch Mr. Maier from his office. Tell him his presence is required to resolve an important issue. That you are there to fetch him on my orders.”

Damian nodded and took off down the hall. Damian had to fight through the crowd.

Wulfric sent a message to have one of the guards bring Alexander to Human Resources.

Mabel looked gleefully smug as she waited for Alexander to make an appearance. She wished she had some popcorn to go with the show.

A few tense minutes in silence passed. Damian almost had to frog march the belligerent executive down the corridor. He had to physically pull the man from his office and tug him by his arm before he finally started walking on his own. The entire time he regaled Damien about how he would lose his job. Damian ignored him since he was working on his boss’ orders. In his mind, Gunderson trumped the head of HR.

Maier appeared in a haughty huff giving Gunderson a nasty look.

Maier:“I don’t work for you Gunderson. I am not in your chain of command. You can’t just order me about. Call off your goon.”

Damian nodded to his boss and stood ready. His body language conveyed that he had not given Maier a choice.

Alexander arrived looking like the Thunder God Thor was in the building. The man exuded angry violence. Gunderson couldn’t blame the man after the day he had had.

Maier’s expression, if possible, looked even more angry as he saw Alexander approach.

Mabel smiled as Alexander arrived. She stepped forward to greet him with her customary hug. Alexander’s anger faded the moment he spotted Mabel. He smiled warmly at her and bent to give her a welcome hug.

Alexander: “I was wondering why I hadn’t heard from you yet. Is everything okay?”

Mabel winked at Alexander as she pulled back from the hug with a dramatic sigh.

Mabel’s voice was full of false regret as she met Alexander’s searching gaze.

Mabel: “Well Alex there has been issues with my hire paperwork. I was hoping to resolve it without having to call you. I regret to inform you that did not happen.”

Alexander turned and looked at the others. His face was thunderous as he raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms across his chest. His stance is one of aggression and displeasure.

Alexander looked from person to person as he barked out a terse. “Explain.”

Maier stepped to the front with a sneer. He was looking forward to taking this trumped up outsider down and getting him out of his organization. He didn’t belong here.

Maier: “Mr. Knight, you continue to abuse this company’s policies and procedures. You do not have the authority to expedite the hiring process. All new hires that require the security clearance that your assistant requires must be approved by the board. There has not been sufficient time to get the approval and I have personally denied the request.”

Maier looked smug as if he had won the argument.

The crowd of Human Resource employees were restless and muttering in the background.

Alexander looked confused then pissed and pulled out his tablet and contacted Leopold putting the call on speaker. As soon as Leopold answered Alexander cut him off.

Alexander: “Leopold, you are on speaker and this conversation is being recorded. I am standing in Human Resources trying to resolve an issue about hiring my new assistant. A Mr..”

Alexander turned to Gunderson and pointed out Maier. “What is his name?”

Gunderson grinned as he looked Maier in the eye as he helpfully gave Alexander his answer.

Wulfric: “Mr. Maier the Chief Human Resources Officer.”

Alexander’s eyes narrowed as he heard the name. His eyes latched onto Maier as he began to understand where all his Human Resource issues were coming from. Alexander continued his voice deepening with anger.

Alexander: “Mr Maier is informing me that I do not have the authority to expedite the hiring process for my assistant. I would like to inform you that Valkyrie AGR Sport is in breach of contract. You might want to let the Board of Directors know to buckle up as I take the team to court and tie it up in litigation.”

Maier looked less certain now. He still looked haughty but he was starting to show some nerves.

Wulfric glanced from Knight to Maier to Miss Guyon. She had moved closer to Maier and was hovering behind him like he could protect her. Wulfric snorted knowing that if Knight wanted to truly get violent he would wipe the floor with Maier.

Leopold’s voice was cold with anger. He knew bringing Knight in would shake things up around Valkyrie. He had no idea the number of underground interoffice factions that were vying for power at the company. He was feeling more certain than ever that he had made the right choice. The man had already shone a light on the darkness that was brewing in the corporate structure of the large racing team. Leopold had heard the Chief of Security’s voice answer Knight’s question.

Leopold snapped out: “Gunderson!”

Wulfric: “Yes Sir.”

Leopold: “On my authority you are going to remove anyone in Human Resources who had anything to do with this situation without a good reason. Their involvement is to be documented and added to their employment file. They are to be fired and escorted from the building. You will investigate to see if there are any other ties to this incident with anyone else in the organization. You have my authority to remove Mr. Knight’s roadblocks. You will work with my authority to finish processing Miss Brown’s hire. You will report your findings directly to me. Alexander does this resolve the issue to your satisfaction?”

Mabel looked satisfied and smiled at Alex.

Gunderson looked surprised but pleased as he responded to Leopold.

Wulfric: “Understood Sir.”

Alexander was still seething as he glared at a shocked Mr. Maier. His voice was gruff as he replied to Leopold.

Alexander: “It will do for now, Leopold. I don’t expect this to be the end of this crap. Hopefully you can make this work for us both.”

Alexander hung up on Leopold and turned to the people in the room. His stormy eyes landed on Maier and the woman hiding behind him. He turned back to Mabel. “Who?”

That was all Alex had to say. They had been working together long enough she knew what he wanted. Mabel wrapped a comforting arm around Valerie, who was looking pale and imitating a deer in the headlights. Mabel kept her arm around Valerie’s shoulders as she answered Knight.

Mabel: “Miss Guyon revealed that she was working on direct orders from Mr. Maier. She implied there were orders to Mr. Maier from a board member. Miss Guyon was disrespectful to me, arrogant, unprofessional, and blatantly abusive of her supervisory power. She belittled her staff in front of me and contradicted the company’s own policies knowingly.”

Gunderson and Alexander both looked at Maier and then the woman trying to hide behind Maier as if she could escape notice now that Mabel was revealing her behavior.

Mabel gave Valerie a warm squeeze as the poor girl was shivering. Mabel smiled and nodded at the young woman she was holding.

Mabel: “Valerie was polite, respectful, and bent over backward to rectify the situation. She told me she had sent the issue to her supervisor, Miss Guyon after your conversation this morning. She explained she didn’t have the authority to push the expedited paperwork through. Yet she took the time to help me fill it out so it could be processed. It was the work her supervisor should have been doing. All Miss Guyon had to do was send out the approval. That is when she verbally accosted Valerie and came to confront me.”

Mabel gave Alexander a wicked grin as she winked at him.

Mabel: “Fire the bastard and his painted trollop. Give Valerie the job.”

Wulfric couldn’t stop the laugh that belted out of him at Mabel’s language. Oh he was going to enjoy having her around.

Désirée looked shocked as she protested Mabel's choice of language and her statement.

Désirée: "You can't do that. She can't do that!" She screeched at the top of her lungs. "Maier tell them they can't do that! I was only following your orders!"

Maier looked murderous as he slapped Désirée.

Maier:"Shut up! This is all your fault! I never should have trusted you."

Damian was snickering and grateful he was still recording. He was going to replay this with snacks in the guard’s room on his break. He moved to separate the two of them. Stopping any additional violence.

Alexander nodded at Mabel and finally smiled. Only she could coax a smile out of him after the day he had. Alexander turned to Wulfric and nodded.

Alexander: “Wulfric, Maier and Guyon are fired. I will let you deal with that while I interview Valerie here for Maier’s position.”

Valerie looked stunned as her head whipped to Mabel and then to Alexander.

Valerie replied weakly in a soft voice. “I think I need to sit down.”

Valerie slipped back into her desk sitting down hard. She put her head down on her desk and took a few deep breaths.

Mabel looked at Alexander and swatted him on the arm.

Mabel: “Stop glowering at the poor girl. You are scaring her.”

Alexander flinched when Mabel hit him not because it hurt, she managed to startle him. He did his best to wipe the scowl from his face. It was easier as Damian and Wulfric led the two of them away.

Wulfric’s deep commanding voice filled the area: “Show’s over people. Go back to your desks. Go On.”

Wulfric made shooing motions to the crowd. He took Maier’s arm and marched him back to his office after requesting an additional two guards to come to HR to help disperse the crowd.

Alexander pulled two chairs across from Valerie’s desk. He offered Mabel a hand in getting seated like a gentleman should. He turned his attention to Valerie and gave her a sympathetic smile. He knew she was overwhelmed right now. He trusted Mabel’s instincts though. She had never been wrong. He used a kind and gentle voice with Valerie.

Alexander: “Valerie what is your last name? Can you tell me about your qualifications for the Chief Human Resource Officer position? Would you even like the position?”

Mabel patted Alexander on the knee approvingly.

Valerie took a moment to recover her composure. Now that the chaos had left and the feeling of impending doom and violence was gone. She had stopped shaking. She just felt tired. Valerie smiled gratefully at Mabel.

Valerie: “Thank you Miss Brown. I was really worried I was going to be blamed and caught in a turf war between Alexander, Maier, and Guyon.”

Mabel reached across the desk and patted Valerie’s hand in a grandmotherly way.

Mabel: “It is okay dear. I remember those who treat me with kindness and respect. Alexander Knight is a good boss. You can trust him.”

Alexander looked perplexed and amused as he looked over at Mabel. He just shrugged and went with it.

Alexander: “I would like to offer you Maier’s position, however I want to be sure you are qualified and want it.”

Valerie turned her attention to Alexander. He had frightened her when he came in like a one man army ready to do battle. She liked and respected Miss Brown though. She trusted her not to steer her wrong.

Valerie nodded, mind made up as she answered Alexander.

Valerie: “My name is Valerie Gachet. I have dual bachelor degrees in Human Resources and Business. I have been working here at Valkyrie since I graduated from university 6 years ago.”

Valerie hesitated to continue. She looked again at Mabel who was giving her an encouraging look.

Valerie continued: “My goal is to become the Chief Human Resource Officer for Valkyrie AGR Sport. My concern is that there are other mid level supervisors like Miss Guyon who will protest me leaping over them to take the job.”

Alexander smiled at the woman. His tone was amused.

Alexander: “Valerie do feel qualified for the position?”

Valerie: “Yes”

Alexander: “Is there anyone in the department that you feel will do a better job than you?”

Valerie looked thoughtful before replying. There were a few people who had been here longer than her but they were going through the motions. They didn’t try to keep up with changing regulations. They were at Valkyrie for a paycheck. She met Alexander’s eyes this time.

Valerie: “No”

Alexander: “Then Congratulations! You are the new Chief Human Resource Officer. You can start tomorrow. But first, can you finish processing Mabel’s paperwork?”

Alexander looked a little sheepish as he made the request.

Mabel chuckled and winked at Valerie as she confided to the girl.

Mabel: “Valerie as you can see. He gets into trouble without a keeper.”

Valerie didn’t bother to stop the sudden laughter that Mabel’s comment caused.

Valerie: “I can see that!”

Alexander crossed his arms and gave Valerie a playful smile.

Alexander: “I might resemble that remark.”




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VictoryLaps: Victory Laps Racing News is coming to you live with insider information on events happening inside Valkyrie AGR Sport. We have confirmed reports that Alexander Knight’s first full day in the office has been tumultuous with changes rocking the foundation of the team. The only details we could confirm were that Dr. Zimmerman the head of Valkyrie’s Medical Team and Bernard Maier the Chief Human Resources Officer have been fired. More updates as we confirm rumors.

OfficeDrone#12: I told you so people!
SuperfanAGR54: I believe it.
DantheMan:Bold moves.
Superfan2075: So what. More made up conspiracy theory mumbo jumbo.
DadBod89: Rumors are sometimes right.
Hater101: I will keep watching.
Papabear34:I repeat: Alexander Knight Sucks! #knightfail #bringbackdominic
Nana2050: I am sure if he did he had his reasons. #realitycheck
GeorgeFly: #dontfeedtrolls
ValkyrieFan56: Not the changes I would have expected him to make.
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SexyM@m@5:I have a friend who works at Valkyrie. She confirmed that Maier and Zimmerman were sacked.
Paulmulder4eva: Any luck on getting me Paul’s digits?
Britball12: #fakeracingnews
BatDave: I am still Batman.
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!YouSlow! AG is great and all, but we just don't get the really amazing stuff! No one will ever replicate Ross Chastain ever again!
xImFasterthanUx: I tell ya, racing ain't like it used to be, back in the day of the Greats, crap like what's happening in the AG would never happen. I hear there's racer trouble among (your company). Lots of bad practices, bad machines. Praise Dale, he's probably rolling in his grave.
AGInthusiast: You know what? These guys ain't so bad. Could do with less of a racer from (rival company) and their leaked sex tapes. I mean come on, have some integrity!

(Props to my friend Big for some racing social media help!)

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"[Video clip: Kais giving thanks]
That means you!
#AlSaqrRacing #DeltaHyper #FormulaAG #LetsKEEPGOING"

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So, last question for Auckland. After your first race in the championship, is there anyone you would like to say thanks to?

The video feed was such high quality you could see every furrow in Kais’ face, a veritable crumple zone as the question hit him like a truck. Layla, as expected, had answered it with the grace of an experienced racer. Kais, as expected, was a different story. Nadia didn’t think she’d ever see fear out of him, and she still didn’t, but if she were to guess how it’d look, this face would probably approximate it about 33% of the way. “Oh… Thanks, huh?” His gaze drifted, as though he was stuck in an exam wrecking his brain for what the right answer would be. The tension in the room was palpable. “Hmm. I’m not really into all this sentimental stuff, to be honest.” Nadia couldn’t help but giggle a little. “But the team, they’ve been real’ solid. And for giving me a chance, you know who you are.” He nodded uncomfortably. “But let’s not get too ahead of ourselves, this has just been one race, and there’s a lot more to come.” Another awkward pause. “That’s it.” The video clip cut to black.

“CHEERS!” Omar shouted, and the team erupted in cheer as a single voice. Nadia felt a nudge from one of the junior mechanics on her right and they clanged their bamboo cups together. The season had kicked off well and good, and so had the party.



Getting back from Auckland was a chore, but the speed at which the whole operation took place was amazing. Despite thousands of parts of equipment and a couple dozen hangovers, with their well-practiced crew, modular garages, and their rather fast H2-jet, it took surprisingly few hours to get home, though Nadia hadn’t yet calculated how much her projectile vomiting might have given them a boost on the way.

Abu Dhabi - homebase for the Al-Saqr team, and the city of Nadia’s birth, or rather the one that had swallowed it in its expansion. It’s amazing what a few decades of peace can do. Where little over a generation ago rebellions and miniature nukes had wreaked havoc for some drops of water, there was now a rebuilt hypermodern city as semi-cosmopolitan as any of them. And within it, in one of its brownish-gray cubes of geopolymer concrete, a small cafe was exquisitely crafted to invoke the quaint coffee houses of old. Tourist-y nostalgia-bait? Perhaps. But the coffee was stellar. And that was exactly what was on the menu today: two café crème - one for each of Nadia’s university friends that had come to visit from Paris. And a double espresso - one for each of the bags under Nadia’s eyes - that’d do…

Putaiinn... (Sophie, language!) Security’s no joke here, huh? I don’t think I’ve been through an airport more strict in. my. life. I bet their bio-sensors know exactly which friggin’ yogurt I ate this morning.” Ça, c'est sûr, and the drones, and camera’s! I was so tense I was probably waddling around like a penguin trying not to stick out to the profilers.” The girls laughed and talked some more as Nadia nodded off to whatever the newest auto-translated x-pop song was that was currently playing.

“Have some more sugar, chérie.” Sophie said as she helped Nadia’s coffee to some more energy density. “Then you can maybe tell us more about your internship.” “You've been so busy lately we hardly call each other anymore.” Alyx added. “Well, it’s been interesting, to say the least." Nadia replied. "I don’t know how much I can say--” “Because of the NDA…” “Because of the NDA…” The duo said in choir. Sophie smiled and nodded enthusiastically for her to get a move on. Nadia blushed as she brushed one of her dark locks behind her ear.

"Well, I mean I am just an intern. Mostly I've just been learning and helping out wherever I can. In the garage up until now, electrical systems, so most of the glamour flies right past me. Everything’s quite intense and inspiring, though." She thought for a second on what more to tell, then started scrambling around her bag, and took out her tablet showing a many-thousands paged book on neurology. “I’ve gotten really interested in neural-ship connections lately. I’ve been reading up on it in my off-time. It’s… how the ship can read the pilot’s mind to find out what they want to do. Fascinating, but they’re super delicate. At those speeds, even a millisecond could be the difference between...” The image of last race's crash came to mind.

“Winning and losing?” ”More like winning and something way worse… right?"

“Yeah…” Nadia said. “And I don’t care too much about the winning, to be honest.” She paused and thought about how to phrase it. “It’s more about making them…" Her mind flashed to her colleagues. "... better.”



Nadia sighed to calm herself as she walked up to the Team Principal’s office. The door opened and Kais walked out with a pace suggesting he’d rather be anywhere else, and the nerves started up again. The weekly update with the team principal always filled her with some dread. No matter how much people tried to talk some realism into her, everytime it still felt like she was doing something wrong, or not good enough, intern or no - maybe Kais was rubbing off on her.

Omar beckoned her to enter and sit down as he tidied up some digital paperwork. Nadia tried looking at the reflection on his shiny bald head to see if she could secretly read along with his notes, but quickly stopped when she noticed she had been staring in her effort. Then Omar’s beard parted as a large smile appeared on his face. “So,” he sat forward over his desk and laid his hands flat on top. “How are you enjoying it so far?”

“Oh, it’s been amazing, sir,” she replied, her voice gaining some pep as she spoke, and she even sat up from her usual slightly-hunched position. After their first race of the season last week, her insecurity had slowly started to make way for enthusiasm. “I’ve learned so much in just these few weeks. How the team works, how intense racing is. I love being part of something so passionate.”

Omar nodded with a smile, but seemed the slightest bit apprehensive, and thought deeply for a few seconds. “I’ve been speaking with Kais.” And Nadia could feel a sinking feeling in her stomach. Say what you want about the man, when he said something, he meant it. And in the few days she worked with him at Al-Saqr Racing, she had gotten more than enough ‘tips’ from him to last for at least several more months, though, admittedly, most of them were some version of “I can’t hear you when you don’t speak up”. “Now, I know just as well as anyone that he can be… difficult sometimes. If you want I can assign you to Layla instea--”

“No!” Nadia seemed surprised by her own boldness. Maybe Kais was rubbing off on her. “I can do it! I've even been looking into where I want to focus my efforts.” She said as she pulled up her notebook with ideas and timelines. They went over her plans and her interests for a while. Then Omar responded “Alright. Sounds like you have a plan. Write up a proposal - higher ups like their paper trails. Discuss the details with the heads of mech’ and engineering, give it the ol’ Juan-Tewe punch, and you can be on your way!”



Two AGR cabins stood stripped bare and hummed softly in standby. A massive tangle of cables, neatly colour-coded, ran down them and into a set of small interface ports at one of the lab’s terminals. The lab smelled of running fans, plastic and rubber, and a faint tinge of heated circuits and isopropyl alcohol. Just outside the large window in front of them, Al-Saqr’s mechanical engineers were wrapping up work on the AG racers themselves. One of the juniors waved goodnight through the glass, to which Nadia fluttered a timid wave and smile back. In the distance the sun was slowly setting behind the mangrove trees of their little private island. But enjoying the scenery wasn’t what they were here for today. As Nadia checked the interface port at the back of his neck with blue-gloved fingers, Kais wiped off some sweat with his drenched towel. It had been a long day.

“OK, standby for plugin. 3… 2…”

Kais couldn’t help but suck in some air. Nadia saw the chills involuntarily run down his arms and neck, briefly losing some muscle tone, then regaining it as he reconnected into his non-existent craft. No matter how often she saw it, it was unsettling every time, to see a soul spilling out of a body and into… well, nothing, really, a digital imitation of reality at best. Chills ran onto Nadia’s arms and neck in a sympathetic shudder as she hugged her tablet to her chest.

It must’ve been the ninth simulated replay of the Auckland track of the week by now. They knew exactly where things went wrong. Tweak after tweak had been made and approved. The vectoring nozzles would be printed with some additional material, and the calibrations of the drive-pulsars started running into nanoseconds of precision. But it wasn’t enough. It was never enough for Kais. *tsk* Ahh!” he groaned. “You’re still doing it!” And for a brief second Nadia and head neural engineer Remi Tewe shared a nervous look: was he talking to them, or to the ship? “There're all these... barriers between me and the race, it’s like the ship itself is fighting me!” For most of the past few days now he had been borderline-fuming his way through the corridors. Al-Saqr’s ships had some of the most powerful AG-drive arrays of the bunch, but aiming and steering that much power correctly proved to be a problem. “If we want to get any better, I need the craft to be an extension of me. I need to feel every inch of the terrain, every shift in gravity. Why does the balancing still feel wrong, huh? Why…?” He let out a frustrated sigh. Tewe nodded at Nadia and she quickly made sure to scribble down some notes.

It became increasingly apparent through their many discussions that Layla’s and Kais’ approaches weren’t exactly alike in their drive. Layla focused on making herself more like a machine to bridge the interfacing gap, to almost become a mechanical part of the racer itself. But Kais wasn’t like that. The machine had to listen to him. Every imperfection of the craft’s handling felt like a flaw in his own mind.

Nadia's hands tensed around her tablet. She had brainstormed an idea with Tewe and the others already, but it never got anywhere near the approval stage. Still, if she didn't try it again now... “I’m not sure if it’d be smart to do this, but we still haven’t really looked at the neural dampeners yet.” Nadia proposed with some hesitation in her voice. “No matter how many sensors or actuators we install there’s only so much data we can sync. A human’s brain is still different from an AGR ship, so your neurology gets loaded and read-out differently than in ‘normal life’ situations. Certain brain regions get suppressed, others only get very controlled, very limited stimulation. It seems only logical that updating this system could unlock more potential.”

“But the neural dampeners are listed as a safety feature in the specs for a reason!” Tewe responded matter-of-factly as he rubbed his eyes in exasperation, his reading glasses perched upwards on his balding head. “We’ve been over this. We can't risk seizures in our pilots. Better to be selective with what data to sync, and that's what the AI filters are for. I really don’t think it’s a very good idea to go outside safety parameters for something as critical as the neural interfac--”

“We try it.”



It was late. The trip home took a bit longer than expected - it seemed no matter where you went in the world, public transportation was the same everywhere: late. When Nadia arrived she opened the door as quietly as possible, but then she heard the holovision was still on, airing one of her father’s go-to sitcoms in the living room, and her mother was boiling tea in the kitchen. As she put down her bag next to the door and took off her shoes, her mother’s voice came round the corner.

“Nadia habibti, you’re late from work again. Have you eaten yet? We have some leftovers in the fridge if you want.”

“Thanks, Mama.” Kiss. “I grabbed a bite earlier at work. It was a long day, you know how it is.” She put her keys in the family key-box.

“I know you better than you know yourself, habibti. Don’t let yourself be overworked. You’ve got plenty of years ahead of you.”

“What about him?” A deep voice interrupted them from the living room between short, labored breaths - the voice of her father. Despite his ailments, even after all these years, it remained as strong a presence as ever. “You’re working with him too?” Nadia’s mother cast her eyes down in a resigned look. Maybe she had tried to keep him from worrying, but the tension in his voice was unmistakable. There was no doubt in Nadia’s mind about whom he was speaking with such barely-contained anger.

“Yes, Baba.” Her voice shrunk.

“Be careful around him, Nadia. You know their kind can’t be trusted,” he replied, his eyes unfocused, gazing into the holovision frame, or perhaps a thousand yards through it. Nadia had seen it often enough.

Her gaze drifted to her feet as if they knew what the right answer would be. “I-- it’s a different time now, Baba. He’s just a racer now. And we don’t really interact much anyway, it’s all very professional. I get that you’re worried, but you’ve raised me well - I can take care of myself.”

An uneasy silence filled the room. Then her father turned off the holovision. That was it for the night. In the gloom, he started taking off the cheap, outdated prosthetics that had served as his legs for longer than she had been alive now. And as his nerves disengaged, a sigh escaped his lips. But Nadia knew the sigh was for her.

“People don’t change, Nadia. Not when they’ve been through…” He didn’t finish the sentence. “Just remember he’s not your friend. And never will be. He’s a soldier. People like him, they were made for destruction.” He turned to Nadia and looked her in the eyes. “I don’t want you to get caught in the line of fire, hayati. That’s all I ever pray for.”



And in another part of the city, Kais stepped through his apartment door with deliberate carefulness. He halted his breath for a fraction of a second, every one of his senses on high alert, but there was nothing out of the ordinary. All was dark, and all was quiet. He put down his bag, and took off his shoes. Keys jangled lightly as he laid them in their usual place. Then silence returned, and he was, once again, alone…

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Episode One: Finding Their Feet



"So, last question for Auckland. After your first race in the championship, is there anyone you would like to say thanks to?"

”Obviously that starts with my dad for always being behind me one hundred percent ever since I got this wild hair and my mum for never trying to pull the plug even though she hates that I do this.
Next of course, everyone at Carrera Condor, those in charge for taking the leap of faith, the rank-and-file for working ‘til their fingers are sore to give us the best shot and Ava for being super helpful the entire time since I signed up.
Can’t forget my physical coach, they don’t get enough credit, even if I sometimes think mine might secretly be a sadist.”
Bea jested.
”And last but not least, you.” Bea turned her head from talking to Aurora to speaking directly to the camera, ”The people watching at home or in person, since without you none of this would be happening. Cheers, you legends, you’re paying our bills.” She raised the water bottle she had beside the couch for a toast.


Monday March 8th, 2094, 08:15 UTC (11:15 local)
Buenos Aires, AR
Carrera Condor HQ
The conference room offered a stunning view of the Río de la Plata, the expanded Costanera Sur Ecological Reserve and the rainforest beyond from a corner window on the 23rd floor. A U-shaped table lorded over the room, locally produced bamboo and brushed aluminium, backs toward the window depriving everyone of the gorgeous view and keeping them focused on the task at hand, far away from the praying eyes of Delta Hyper or other cameras.

At the peak of the table sat Léon Alonso, the team principal. Racing was in the 57 year old Spaniard’s blood, having inherited it - as well as his eyebrows - from his grandfather, a triple-crown holder and three time world champion in the sport that could be considered a grandfather to Formula AG. Himself a double 24 hours of Le Mans winner in the Unlimited category, Léon hung up his helmet with the birth of his first child, but quickly found a way back onto the scene with zero risk to his person and his knack for pushing people to the peak of their ability made him a natural team principal.

To Alonso’s right sat a portly Colombian woman, practically never seen without a long, brightly colored skirt. Flávia Flores de Costa, the team’s head of communications, was practically born for the role. Despite being only in her early 30s, she exuded ‘Grandma’ energy as not even a pathological liar could claim they ever saw her angry, but if you ever disappointed ‘Abuelita Flávia’, it stung to the depths of your soul. She was half of the driving force behind Bea’s signing, recognizing the advertising potential the young woman had and fully intending to capitalize upon it.

The last person on that side of the table was the familiar face of Ava Villarosa, sitting up straight and attentive. If one squinted, it wasn’t hard to imagine the military flight suit and preflight briefing room instead of the business casual blouse and pants and corporate conference room.

By Alonso’s left sat a tall, wiry Brazilian man who looked at least 500 years old and seemingly carried wisdom appropriate to that age. Ronaldo Suárez, Carrera Condor AG Team’s technical director, had been there from the very beginning of the team, cutting his teeth in the aerospace manufacturing sector and holding several patents in the fields of additive manufacturing and composite materials engineering. Widely considered overqualified for a team such as Carrera Condor, held down by their budget, but fierce patriotism and desire for stability in his last few years before retirement turned him into a white whale among the midfield teams. Suárez was the other half of Ward’s signing, dialling Alonso pretty much immediately after seeing the Pridwen tech on offer.

Two holograms made up the rest of the table. Frederick Ward was the picture definition of an old school businessman. A bespoke suit and slightly wrinkled face with a neatly trimmed goatee, hiding an analytical mind that accurately judged where the defense sector was going a few decades prior and kept the company out of the dire straits many others became mired in. A real ‘swords into ploughs’ story, Pridwen Solutions may have lacked the wide market reach of Fitzroy Orbital in the aerospace sector, but they were the first choice for specialized farming, mining and heavy haul equipment both on the ground and in space, rightfully flying slogans proclaiming the battle-tested heritage of their equipment.

Lastly Bea, who looked like death. Jet-lagged to yesterday by the Auckland-London flight and then finished off by having gone long dissecting the race with Alistair as well as transcribing the shuttle conversation with Amy into an email for Flávia to read before the meeting, her hologram looking like she’d fallen asleep in whatever seat she’d been sitting in right after the debriefing and only woke up a few minutes ago - because that was pretty much what happened - and including a sizable mug, more of a pot really, of tea to keep her awake.

“The start of the season was a mixed bag, but we take the good with the bad, roll with the punches and make what we can work work.“ Alonso began before turning to the technical director, ”Ronaldo, how are the upgrades coming?”
Suárez leaned forward to speak. “Engineers from Pridwen’s Porton Dawn site have finished the first prototype of the new control moment gyroscope and accompanying redesign of the control surfaces.”
“We’re putting a CMG from an agricultural craft into a racing ship with a fraction of its mass, how will this impact the craft’s stability?” Flávia wanted to know.
“Our racers are a fighter pilot and a rally driver. They can handle an unstable ship.” The team principal said, looking at both pilots as he spoke. ”We’re third from the end on craft performance, we need to get something right as opposed to everything okay.”
On both wings of the table, the racers in question nodded. And even if they thought they couldn’t handle it, they’d nod anyway for their pride alone and come up with excuses later.
”Simulations show the gyro will be able to completely replace control surfaces for steering and stability. We will be keeping them on as backups of course, as mandated by the regulations, but they will primarily function as air brakes now that they aren’t needed for attitude control. We expect this upgrade package to be ready no later than Italy.”
“Very good. That will be right in time.” Alonso nodded, pleased with the situation. “And the other project?”
“Unfortunately, the Alicorn propulsion unit has encountered some issues. Simply put, it’s a Pegasus-II engine you may know from Pridwen’s Antares line of interceptors, lightened and brought in line with Formula AG regulations. Unfortunately, the ships’ current cooling system is not sufficient. If deployed in its current state, we would be looking at a 19% chance of total engine failure and another 32% chance of partial failure that would nonetheless severely impact performance, and those figures are per ship, every race.” Suárez added some hard data to the explanation.
”Ask Nordic Call how that went.” Bea quipped from behind her tea pot to a few chuckles.
”Given the calendar order, it’s better this way than if the control upgrade suffered delays. But presently, I can’t say when the new cooling system will be ready.”
“That leaves the question of driver augments in the technological segment. Frederick, do you have something in your portfolio?”
“We are a vehicle manufacturer, not a biomechanical company.“ Ward shook his head apologetically, ”There were some military aviation neural modifications that were being developed some time ago by one of our more recent acquisitions, but they were never fielded beyond ground tests. The development was halted due to persistent headaches from prolonged use.” He explained reluctantly.
“Surely that could be tolerated while the problem gets corrected.” There was a notable shift in Frederick Ward’s stance when those words were spoken.
”That research was also only legal in wartime Russia, if even that.” Suárez interjected, ”I believe we’re better off keeping with the original plan of hiring specialists and subsequent in-house development. The only ones who bungled that department like we did are Valkyrie. Get it right and tailor-made for our needs while growing the team for the future and not exposing ourselves to risk of sporting or legal penalties.” With Pridwen Solutions basically giving the team propulsion and control tech for free as well as signing over several engineers, the budget suddenly had room for expansion where the team had always been third rate.
”Not to mention the media fallout of having not just illegal, but potentially unsafe equipment.” Flávia added her two cents.
“Very well.” Alonso conceded, seeing the points being made. ”Next, driver time management before we go to Cape Town next Thursday.“
”I think simulator time is in order.“ Suárez said with a sideways glance at Bea, ”Both to improve with the current ship as well as start getting used to the new parts, depending on the expected deployment schedule.”
”Actually, Bea sent me something a few hours ago that I think would be worth pursuing.” Flávia interjected, Stirling’s proposal appearing on the holographic displays in front of the attendees. ”It is an opportunity that plays into Bea’s unique strengths, is sure to bring good press and if we play our cards right, we will make friends who will be useful down the line.“
Alonso nodded after skimming the proposal. ”I like this. That tech could be a vital step forward if we can secure it.” In more ways than one. It could be tech, it could be know-how, could be a line for potential new hires or a combination of any.
”Since we’re talking about driver time management, I think we should ask the drivers.” Ward turned to the drivers in question.
The two looked at each other, an unspoken ‘After you.’ coming from each side of the table. ”After you, superstar.” Ava beat Bea to the punch, cracking a smile at the last word and mimicking the same joking tone Bea used to call her by her old rank before the race.
”I’m biassed, but there will always be time for simulators.“ Bea spoke up, aware she was pretty much arguing in favor of tooting her own horn. Even if the tech deal fell through, she’d still get exposure for her own brand. ”Like Flávia said, we have a limited-time offer that doesn’t occur every day. I think we should seize the opportunity while we still have it.”
And maybe drawing some new fans to the team by proxy would offset her performance in Auckland.
”You’re going into a lion’s den.” Ava cautioned the younger driver.
”I know, but you can’t tell me we’re considered a threat.” Bea countered, ”I’m looking out, but I also don’t want to bite a feeding hand. That hand of all of them.”
”I wasn’t disagreeing with you, just checking that you know what you’re doing.” Ava clarified.
”We’ll handle the big picture. Beatrix is just the foot we need to get in the door. Make it happen, Ronaldo. Whatever tech we can get out of this, if using it can’t be legal, at least let it be hard to find on the ship.” Alonso summarised.
”We still expect both you and your race engineers here on the 16th to start sim runs of the Cape Town AGP.” Alonso turned back to the pilots before removing the meeting to administrative matters.

As the meeting ended and the attendees cleared out or disconnected, Frederick asked León for a few seconds in private.
“Let me be perfectly clear, Mr. Alonso,” Ward began unusually coldly despite his polite words, “I am grateful that you’ve given Beatrix this chance at the cost of another, popular pilot. But it will be cold in Hell and sunny in Scotland before I allow you to force harmful augments onto my daughter. That is not a line drawn in the sand, it is hewn into the bedrock of this partnership. Have a pleasant day.” He ended with a perfectly cordial tone before disconnecting.


Wednesday March 10th, 2094, 21:52
London, GB
Highgate, Fitzroy Close
Perhaps it was a little ironic that the current CEO of Pridwen Solutions lived on a street that shared the name with his company’s competitor. In one of the mansion’s ground floor reception rooms recently upgraded to a 360 degree cinema - a circle of couches around a central holographic projector displaying the movie as an actual three-dimensional hologram as opposed of the sorry excuse for 3D from the start of the century, although each always had an indicated ‘intended viewing angle' - two people watched a frightened young man carefully rummage around a long-abandoned archive, the old filing cabinets loudly squealing every time he opened one, the homemade armored vest rattling with every motion regardless of how careful he was, his fear conveyed with nothing more but the wide-eyes seen through his gas mask’s lenses and loud, labored, rapid breaths. No wonder that performance won the actor an Oscar.
He finally found what he was after, steeled his resolve and slowly opened the door, the beam of his headlamp anxiously scanning the ruined library for threats. Seeing nothing, he started running, every step and every rattle of his magazines against his breastplate echoing through the dark hallways until the scene faded out into credits.
”Jesus Christ…” Bea sighed in relief as the episode ended, having been unknowingly holding her breath the past 20 seconds.
”It will never cease to amaze me how you can make jokes while racing down a forest road at a hundred kilometres per hour, but fictional monsters still scare you.” Frederick Ward chuckled.
”Do you remember how on Eva’s tenth birthday, she found ‘Aliens’ in your collection and demanded to watch it because ‘she was big enough’?”
”Yes?” He nodded, already seeing where this was going.
”That’s why.”
”And yet you sat through it.”
”I saw Ripley with Newt on the box and wanted to see their happy ending. In hindsight, I wasn’t the smartest kid, was I?”
”Evangeline must have inherited the brains, yes.” Frederick joined Bea in laughing at their collective mistake, ”And speaking of your sister and family, would you happen to know anything about the young lad she’s been meeting with every Friday the past two months?”
”I do, but snitches get stitches, I’m not saying shite.” Bea flashed her prying dad a toothy grin.
”We’ve raised you well, even if it’s sometimes frustrating.” He patted her on the back, ”But you know the monsters aren’t real whereas the trees are, surely?”
”They’re not real as far as we know.” She stabbed a finger in his direction, ”And one, I’m in control of my fate when racing and the trees aren’t actively trying to kill me and two, I can see the trees.“ She counted on her fingers in a fruitless attempt to defend her honor, ”Fear of the unknown and the dark is an evolutionary trait that enabled our ancestors’ survival. If it was a night race and I had no headlights you bet I’d be scared of the trees.”
”Speaking of braving the unknown, how is the charity deal with Miss Stirling going?”
”Good. I reached out to some people who’ve been to that area and they sent over a whole mountain of pictures for reference. She’ll come over on Friday to do her painting and I’ve already got all the templates and two paintings done, I reckon we could get six, maybe eight pieces in time including the one from her.” Bea leaned against her dad and rested her head on his shoulder, ”But I keep running it through my head, wondering where, how and why she could pull a fast one. She’ll ride the wave too, obviously, that’s how collaborations like this work. When Hubert Stigler asked for helmet art a few years ago, I wasn’t just doing that out of the goodness of my heart either.” Having a double RedBull Air Race champion fly with a helmet of your design was great advertising. ”But she inherently stands to gain less.”
”I wouldn’t concern myself with that if I were you. You’ve bounced back from worse than anything she could do with this, and she’ll know that since she clearly did her research.“ Frederick put his arm around her shoulders, ”Remember when you called Demetrio Ambrogi inbred over team radio?”
”I stand by what I said, he sent three of us into the wall and that fine I got for ‘unsportsmanlike conduct’ was utter bollocks.” ‘And this is why siblings aren’t allowed to procreate.’ A few people had taken objection to those words back then, and saying that about an Italian driver in Italy didn’t help.
”It’s Alonso and Suárez who have to worry. The latter doubly so: Not only does he have to score from this pass, but then his people will have to mate whatever they get to the team’s current technology properly.
But enough serious talk, we still have an episode left. Unless you’re scared?”
Frederick teased.
”Very funny.” Bea stood up, grabbing their mugs from the cup holders, ”Queue it up, I’ll get more tea.”


Thursday March 11th, 2094, 12:00
London, GB
Richmond, Lauderdale Drive
”Welcome back to my abode!” Bea walked through her garage as she recorded, a lime green and red 2088 Honda Civic Type R to the left and a road legal Audi Quattro A2 kit car in Walter Röhrl’s 1984 Portugal livery on the right; phone in one hand and a bucket of cleaning supplies in the other. ”This time with the usual invitation for an unusual stream at Bea Draws Stuff tomorrow, a few hours earlier than we normally meet because we’re having a guest! Some of you have figured this out already - I see you, Zero, you Security Service LARPer - but we’re having Amy Stirling over! You might have heard of her, unless you’re one of my purely artistic followers; yes, that Amy Stirling, three-time Formula AG world champion. Once again, I appear to be failing upwards, it’s a talent at this point.“ Bea grinned, her natural charm meaning she pulled it off without looking like the age-old ‘Hide the Pain Harold’ meme despite feeling a little like that on the inside.
”Which unfortunately means that I have to clean, I hate this, whose idea was to host this here?” She stopped in the hallway and set down the bucket, standing in such a way the camera was looking into a mirror over her shoulder in which she was pointing at herself behind her own back with her free hand. ”It’s a good thing I don’t have to tidy up the studio, because that’s an artist’s space, that’s never going to be organised on the best of days, nevermind when being used. Tidy individu-” She paused for a second before sneezing, ”Bloody Hell, that’s the physical labour allergy. Tidy individuals in the audience might have an actual aneurysm if they saw what the stream doesn’t show, although if you do want a glimpse of the art cave beyond what the cameras normally pick up and more, join us tomorrow at three thirty PM. Fair warning, even though normally I let you guys run wild I’ll have modbot and the moderators policing chat a bit harder for this stint.“ Bea leaned in closer to the camera with a devilish smile, ”We wouldn’t want to scare Amy, would we? I’ll see you then.” She winked at the camera before cutting.



MissedApex: Lmaooo, Bea drawing a picture of Amy painting while she was working to give her at the end was such little sister energy. XD Fuck it, I’m following, I understand the hype now.
UrbanMaverick: Welcome to the fold. ;)
NineIron: Wouldn’t mind this as a full British lineup at Silver Apex when Ward gets her bearings around FA machinery.
Zero: Make the Empire Great Again! :p
GaryFromIndiana: Hard pass.

Sol_de_Mayo: Just me or was it weird to see Stirling acting, I don’t know, human? Wasn’t a half-bad picture she made either on just an hour-long crash course.
Richie: Being at the top does that to people. Why I’m glad Kelly, Ward and Falkner are on the grid. Makara can only carry it so far.
DadManWalking: Stirling used to be a lot like that. Wondering how long these three will last.
Laugh_Ness: yea, always bit sad to see someone forget how to have fun, innit?
Crossfit_Crusader: I think she’s got a few spare notes laying around to dry her tears. :D
CloroxEnjoyer: @MadBea Any chance we can get the rest of the grid too?
MadBea: Go ask politely, but I won’t say no.
Hotstuff: pretty sure we get a skewed view of the lot cause we mostly see them trackside
DohnJoe: reason why bea draws crowds like she does even without amazing results or bikini pics are the behind the scenes and keeping it unsanitized, even if some cunts fuck it up every now and then.
Cats4Life: WYM?
UrbanMaverick: Last year someone on stream asked her why she stopped doing pedal cams during her WRC run and she said one of the reasons was a fan once told her he found the footage on a foot fetish site.
CloroxEnjoyer: Fuck is wrong with people?
Zero: She also kicked the camera loose during a rollover once and it hit Gazza in the face.
Shel1: That’s wild. Anyone got a link?
Shel1: To the interview. TO THE INTERVIEW!!
IronBeer: Not saving that mate. XDD
TruckerTim: Here ya go: youtu.be/dQw4w9WgXcQ?t=43

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Wednesday March 8th, 2094


Soundtrack: Ain’t Got Far To Go - Jesse Glynne




Alexander’s first day in the office had been eventful and long. He had spent most of the day dealing with rats within the organization seeking power and profit for their own end. Alexander knew that so far he had caught the ones who were not that smart. He had caught the people who wanted power and didn’t know how to hold onto it. They lost the power as quickly as they managed to seize it. He knew anyone working against him from this point on would have to work in the shadows since he had taken away their mouth pieces and puppets. Any adversaries left within the organization would be intelligent and playing for high stakes.

He had been appalled that such a large organization as Valkyrie AGR Sport, who should have been a shining example of professionalism and culture, had sunk to such lows. The organization was built on the culture of racing teams such as Ferrari who were infamous for quality and integrity. At the end of Tuesday, numerous high-ranking openings within the Valkyrie organization had opened up and one board member had been replaced. Many employees were given promotions. Strangely enough for a racing team the two departments most impacted had been Human Resources and Security.

It had been late into evening before Alexander had finally finished cleaning house at Valkyrie AGR Sport. Alexander felt as if he walked in the door and kicked a hornets nest. He had spent an hour giving a formal statement to the authorities about Dr. Zimmerman’s incident. Maier and Guyon had been escorted from the building after Wulfric had personally locked down all their files, access, and offices after searching them and everything they took with them. He even ran the man’s briefcase and her purse through an x ray machine and used an EM reader to detect any hidden technology. Wulfric’s last report was that he was still investigating everything that happened on Tuesday.

This morning the atmosphere at Valkyrie was mixed. Some of the staff who had been privy to Tuesday’s events were convinced this would be Valkyrie’s best season ever. Those who had not witnessed the various confrontations that had happened were nervous and feeling unsettled. The atmosphere at Valkyrie was tense with an impending sense of action, that life altering changes were about to happen and they didn’t know if it would be good or bad.

Alexander was already on his third cup of coffee this morning. He had been up early so that he could talk to his daughter and check on how she was doing. He was in a great mood after talking with Arianna this morning. He had relaxed hearing the normality in his daughter’s tone as she assured she was going to be fine and was making great progress. He now knew for sure she was going to be okay and that helped him focus on what he needed to do. That had started his day off right. He smiled and nodded cordially to all those who crossed his path as he walked from his apartment and into the main building. He was going to meet Mabel for breakfast but she was already hard at work. He should have known she would be ahead of him. She always was.




Mabel was working with the marketing team to ensure the large press conference went well. They were gifting new sample merchandise to the journalists attending. She left the press packets to the marketing team. Mabel worked with security and logistics to ensure the room was set up the way Alexander wanted it. Mabel had learned from Katherine that the large meeting room that Valkyrie used was custom built just for this purpose. The official title of the room was the Media Center. The staff had affectionately named it the Media Pit. Katherine explained to Mabel how the system worked.

The room had black leather tiered seating with chrome accents. Every seat had a good view of the stage. Built into the stadium style seating in the room was a series of buttons that would show up on the master control board for the room which was located in the staging room on the staff side of the stage. The control booth was essentially a long desk with a monitor screen that almost took up the top half of a whole wall. There were 4 chairs and workstations at the control board. Built-in cameras would allow the operators to see every seat in the room and monitor the action on stage. There was a backup control panel for one person in the back of the media pit on the top tier in the corner.

Journalists could use the buttons on the arm of the chair to indicate they wanted to ask a question. There was a button that would activate the microphone built into the chair. The microphone would only activate if the person running the control station allowed it. There was an indicator light on the arm of the chair to let the reporter know their mic was live. This allowed Valkyrie to avoid issues where reporters couldn’t be heard. It also allowed them to favor reporters that followed their system and didn’t give them any trouble. Was it censorship? Maybe a little. They could still ask questions but if they misbehaved they were not invited back. Valkyrie didn’t shy away from difficult questions but they wouldn’t tolerate abusive reporters using bullying tactics or those who would not give other reporters a chance to ask questions. It was a sneaky way to allow the public relations people to control the narrative as much as possible.

In the ceiling above the stage recessed lighting and special effects equipment were hidden from view with clever architecture. State of art cameras and recording equipment were installed around the stage. There was a long built-in curved counter-like table built on the front of the low stage. The table had lighting, microphones, cameras, and sound system components built into it. The side facing the audience was solid black with the Valkyrie AGR Sport Logo on the front of it. Behind the table were black and chrome chairs on rollers. There was enough room for 8 people to sit at the table. The stage was wide enough to hold an additional row of chairs and tables behind the front table. Today there was another row of square plush black leather chairs with chrome accents against the back wall of the stage. The walls behind the stage had large holograms one on each side that went through a loop showing the pilots and their ships. Sponsors' logos decorated the remainder of the walls. The flooring was environmentally friendly and sustainable bamboo.

Journalists were given access to a special secured encrypted link that allowed them to access the live footage through Valkyrie’s system. The computer systems for the room had their own network. It was a stand alone system and air gapped for security purposes. The only information on the system was the information recorded in the Media Pit and the operating systems for the room. The room was located to the left side of the main lobby. The entrance to the room was on the other side of the receptionist desk from the security checkpoint. Everyone attending the press conference had to go through the security checkpoint except for staff. They came through the rear secured doors to the right of the stage along the back wall. The journalists and the camera operators were welcome but drones were forbidden by Valkyrie.

Mabel looked around the room to see if there were any other details that needed her attention. Technicians were double checking cameras, lighting, and sound and making sure all the technology in the room was ready. There was a gift bag sitting on each seat in the arena. Security was keeping a watchful eye on everything ensuring curious reporters stayed in the areas they were supposed to be in. The staging room was ready. The control panel desks already had technicians doing their preliminary checks testing the system. The remainder of the open room had a large u shaped sofa facing the huge wall screen. In front of the sofa was a black and chrome coffee table with a tray of drinks and snacks on it.This would allow other staff and the board of directors who wanted to watch the press conference a place to do so. It was also a staging area for the people who would be involved in the press conference. Mabel nodded satisfied that the staff had things in hand. Mabel left the remaining preparations to the staff. Mabel went to where her new office was located. Alexander should be getting in soon. She wanted to make sure he didn’t need anything else before the press conference.




Alexander had just settled into his office chair and was pulling up his list of stuff to do today when Mabel came into his office. Alexander looked up and smiled at his assistant.

Alexander: “Good morning Mabel. How are you doing today?”

Mabel had a spring in her step and a sparkle of enjoyment in her eyes. She gave Alexander a wicked grin.

Mabel: “I am great! You know I am glad you took this job. I think I was getting bored. I had the kinks worked out at the engineering firm. It didn’t leave me many challenges. This is what I like to call a target rich environment.”

Alexander just bowed his head and laughed. He could only guess at the mischief Mabel had decided to get involved with so far. Her entrance at Valkyrie had begun with a bang.

Alexander: “Arianna sends her love. She also said to thank you for the flowering plant.”

Alexander’s daughter loved flowers but she didn’t condone cutting flowers to watch them die. Mabel knew that of course. Mabel was a master of observation and discerning what people really like and don’t like. He would always defer to her better taste.

Mabel smiled with maternal warmth. She was relieved the girl was going to be okay.

Mabel: “She is going to be a great botanist one day.”

Alexander just nodded agreeing. He had contacted the college and they were aware of her accident. She will be allowed to repeat her classes for credit. Alexander put on his game face.

Alexander: “Are we ready for the press conference? Anything that needs my attention?”

Mabel put her hands on her hips and glared at him.

Mabel: “I wouldn’t be much of an assistant if you had to micromanage me Alex. Stay in your own lane.”

Alexander laughed as he raised his hands to indicate defeat. His shoulders moving with his laughter.

Alexander replied dramatically: “I yield!”

Mabel just chuckled before inclining her head.

Mabel: “Everything is ready for the press conference. The marketing team has it well in hand and Wulfric is on top of security. You should check your inbox for any last minute updates from him or Leopold before the conference. Dorian and Paul are on campus in the training facility. After yesterday’s chaos, I think everyone is feeling uncertain and unsure where you are leading them. Think about how you are going to address that today.”

Alexander nodded as he looked thoughtful before replying.

Alexander: “Thanks Mabel. I will see you later.”

Mabel left his office, shutting the door. He got to work reviewing everything he needed to before the press conference.




All security staff were wearing black uniforms with combat boots with a lightweight armored vest over their shirts with SECURITY on the back of their vests. They all were armed with taser batons and less lethal options for neutralizing someone. Security had integrated comms with a special communication channel just for them. Most of the security team had been called in and was helping with the press conference. All of the Valkyrie staff were sporting black button up shirts with the company logo on one side of the chest and their name or staff embroidered on the other side. It was a sleek classy look that could be pulled off well by either sex. Valkyrie headquarters was presented as sleek, polished and professional to those attending the press conference.

To journalists who had been there before, they picked up on some tension and an air of anticipation from the staff if they knew what to look for. A lot of journalists had stopped outside the iconic space age looking building to set up their b-roll and introductions to the press conference. Technology might have improved but audiences could still spot authenticity and preferred real images over CGI AI generator filler. A few enterprising journalists might seek to try and interview some of Valkyrie’s staff. All of them were under strict non-disclosure agreements though. They could share their personal opinions but were not allowed to discuss company business or technology. Interviews with staff tended to be opinions and very vague on details which was as it should be. There were always a few journalists who tried to get an employee to slip up and spill dirt on the team.

The Media Pit was packed with journalists. The noise level was almost deafening in the sound proofed room with good acoustics. It was almost time and most of them were in their seats chatting with those around them. Videographers and photographers who wanted their own images were set up from where they were sitting. The experienced ones had managed to nab the seats with the best positions for their own cameras in the middle of the auditorium and the first couple of rows. Staff was guiding people to their seats.

Alexander stepped into the staging room behind the stage. He smiled and nodded to the two pilots who were wearing button up shirts that mimicked the top half of their racing suits. It had the company logo on one side. Their name embroidered on the other. Sponsor logos were in key placement areas. Both drivers were wearing black dress slacks and shoes with his shirt. Dorian’s hair was perfectly styled with not a hair out of place. Paul on the other hand was sporting one of those messy hairstyles that looked good no matter what you did to it. Alexander was wearing the same shirt as the staff with his name embroidered on one side and the company logo on the other. He was wearing black slacks and dress boots. He was not very fond of dress shoes. The dress boots were his compromise for fashion. Dorian and Paul looked relaxed as they sat waiting for the show to get started. The control station had someone at each workstation. Katherine was in the room giving last minute instructions to staff. There was a security guard on station outside the staging room door by the staff entrance and in the Media Pitt entrance. There were a few board members standing around speaking softly to one another. Leopold was sitting on the other end of the couch and was focused on his tablet. Wulfric was in the room and was standing at one of the workstations talking to a technician. Alexander could still hear the rumble of the crowd even though the room was soundproofed. Alexander looked at the wall screens and could see the room was packed. The seats were full and the remaining journalists were leaning against the walls. There were a few daring camera operators who were sitting on the floor in front behind their cameras.

Alexander walked over to check in with Leopold. His timing was excellent as Leopold looked up from his screen. He stood up and motioned Alexander closer and stepped into a clear area away from most of the people.

Leopold: “How are you doing Alexander?”

Alexander was surprised. That was not the question he thought he would hear from Leopold. Alexander was quiet a moment as it took a moment to form a response. He then gave Leopold a genuine smile.

Alexander: “I am doing better this morning. I spoke with my daughter and it sounds like she will get to leave the hospital next week. I can tell from her voice that she is going to be okay. That is a huge relief.”

Leopold responded with a smile, happy to hear the positivity in Alexander’s voice after hearing rage, anger, and disgust in it for most of yesterday.

Leopold: “I know you feel you had no choice about coming back to racing but I want you to know that I am really glad you are here. Valkyrie needs you Alexander.Yesterday was proof of that. I respect you because you have integrity. I want you for the job because you have the skills and experience to do it well. I hope we can move past the shitstorm that happened yesterday and focus on more positive things for the future.”

Alexander studied Leopold’s face and thought about his words. He had been approached by Leopold in the past after he left racing. Leopold is one of the reasons he agreed to do this. Leopold had always treated him right. He knew that Leopold would call him to mat if he thought his behavior or ideas were crap. He had been worried that he couldn’t trust Leopold to stand up to the others who have authority and power inside the team. He felt he could trust Leopold after yesterday. He gave Leopold respectful nod and a smile as he clapped on the shoulder in a brotherly affectionate way.

Alexander: “I trust you after yesterday. We have to get through this press conference before we can start planning. I will have a proposal plan for you and the board by tomorrow afternoon. I would like to meet with you and Wulfric on Friday to discuss the issues happening and how they have been resolved. Now I need to wrangle my pilots and go face the sharks in the other room.”

Leopold felt a huge sense of relief. He had called in a lot of favors in order to get Knight to agree to step into this role. After yesterday’s events, he was worried that he would walk away and force breach of contract on the team. Alexander had the proof he had needed to do so if he wanted to make it stick. He was optimistically hopeful. He gave Alexander a bright smile as he clapped him on the shoulder and shook his hand.

Leopold: “Go get em Tiger!”

Alexander just laughed and turned around looking around the room. Katherine approached him and it was obvious she had been waiting for his conversation to end. Katherine was wearing her staff shirt with a black pencil skirt and black heels. She had on understated gold jewelry that worked well with the company logo and a smartwatch on a gold band. Her long brunette hair was once more up in an elegant chignon twist with just a few stray wisps of hair framing her face.

Katherine: “It is time Mr. Knight. I need you Dorian and Paul to follow me to the stage. I want you to take the middle seat with one of the pilots on each side of you. I will give an opening statement and instructions to the journalists gathered. I will then step back, turning the press conference over to you. I will be watching from the staging room. I will come and intercede as needed. I will be working with the technicians to decide which reporters will have the opportunity to ask questions. As we discussed prior, I think you should start by giving them the statement we worked on. It will answer the bulk of questions that most of them are burning to ask you.”

Katherine looked amused and her eyes lit up as she added.

Katherine: “And it will help you end the press conference quicker. Mabel suggested this would be good motivation for you.”

Katherine winked at Mabel who just grinned and winked at Alexander. Leopold just laughed as he overheard the exchange. Katherine had given Mabel instructions earlier. She would be sitting in the back row taking notes for Alexander on a tablet. She would be sitting with the Board of Directors.

Alexander did a double take at the shit eating grin on Mabel’s face before he gave Katherine a wry grin. He gave her mental points for figuring out his discomfort with the press after being persecuted by the media after he left racing. He gave more points for using Mabel to help devise a strategy to handle his quirks. A smart woman indeed.

Alexander: “You make a good point. After you.”

Alexander made a hand motion indicating she should lead the way.

Katherine turned to the room with a decisive nod and called out in an authoritative voice.

Katherine: “Showtime people. Leopold you and the other board members who want to be involved will follow the pilots onto the stage. There are chairs against the back wall where you can be a part of the action. Remember though, you will be recorded and seen. Watch your reactions and what you say. If you are worried about that, then I suggest you watch it from here. Mabel you will be seated in the back row of chairs as well.”

Katherine’s hand indicated the large wall of screens. She waited for Paul and Dorian to join them. Katherine spoke to Paul and Dorian.

Katherine: “You will follow Alexander up on the stage. He will take the center seat. I want each of you on either side of him. Any questions?”

Katherine’s posture and head tilt indicated she was waiting and listening.

Paul and Dorian looked amused. They had already been briefed and grilled about the press conference and prepared by Miss Dubois.

Dorian had his hands in his pockets as he shrugged and turned to Paul.

Dorian: “Paul do you think there is anything that Miss Dubios has failed to tell us ad nauseam? I am pretty sure she requested we regurgitate it too. Are we ready?”

Paul crossed his arms over his chest and gave Dorian an overly dramatic worried look.

Paul: “I don’t know Dorian.Do you think we have another hour for her to go over it again?”

Alexander smiled glad to see the two pilots had been bonding. It was also nice to see Dorian relaxing a little. He didn’t know he had a sense of humor. Humor laced Alexander’s voice as he replied.

Alexander: “Alright you two clowns. Enough joking around at Miss Dubois expense. While tedious she does a great job of protecting us from those sharks in there.”

Alexander turned to Katherine. “We are ready. Relax Katherine. You have prepared us all as best you can. It is sink or swim time.”

The annoyance Katherine was feeling at the pilot's teasing quickly turned to surprise at Alexander’s words. She was seriously concerned that he didn’t take her role in the team seriously. She found his insight clarifying. She would have to talk to him about it later though. It was time to get this press conference started.

Katherine walked down in front of the center stage. Alexander led the way onto the stage and pulled out the middle chair and sat down in it. Dorian took the spot on his left and Paul sat down to his right. Leopold had taken one of the chairs along the back wall and had been accompanied by fellow board members Allessandra Ferrari, Lars Olsson, Lucas Dupont, Astrid Jorgensen, and Kirsi Virtanen. Mabel took the seat to the far left next to Leopold. She pulled out her tablet and tucked one ankle behind the other. She was wearing crisp white linen slacks with black flats and a team shirt like the rest of the staff. She had on a gold colored scarf over her white hair that matched the colors in the team logo and gold jewelry.

Katherine waited for those on the stage to settle and then raised her hands to get everyone’s attention. She had a wireless microphone clipped to her collar that fed into the media center’s sound system.

Katherine: “Welcome to the Valkyrie AGR Sport Media Center. My name is Katherine Dubois. We hope you enjoy the small token of appreciation we left for you all. Before we dive into the press conference I want to explain how press conferences work here at Valkyrie AGR Headquarters. I know many of you have been before and are anxious to get to why you are here. However, instructions are necessary for new journalists joining us here today. The reason drones are banned is because it is dangerous to have so many flying around here in an enclosed space. We had issues in the past with conflicting controllers and injuries from them crashing into people. This room has built in cameras with varying angles, microphones, and soundsystem devices along with appropriate lighting. All journalists have access to the live recording as it is being recorded. The information on how to set up the secure encrypted link is in your press packet. If you need to set that up, please take a minute to do so now as I finish the instructions.”

Katherine paused as the inevitable scramble from new reporters, journalists, and bloggers started. Katherine gave them a few minutes before resuming her instructions.

Katherine: “Valkyrie has set up this room specifically to facilitate press conferences. You will have noticed a series of buttons on the arm of your chair and a camera on the back of the chair in front of you. There are cameras and recording devices all over this room. You will all be recorded here today. The recordings will be kept in our archive. If you do not wish to be recorded, then please leave now. You have been notified.”

She gave a slight pause before continuing.

Katherine: “The press conference will start with a prepared statement by the new Crew Chief, Alexander Knight. After his statement, you are free to ask questions. To avoid the noise and confusion that large press conferences have, if you wish to ask a question please press the red button on the arm of your chair marked with a question mark. You will see the green light indicator light up if you are chosen to ask your question. This is to prevent you all trying to talk over one another. You will each get an opportunity to ask 1 question. Please pay attention as repeat questions will be ignored. Please pay attention to the information given in the prepared statement as it should take care of the bulk of the expected questions. If the answer to your question was answered in the prepared statement, then your question will be ignored in order to save time. There are a lot of you here today. Please think about your questions accordingly.”

Katheirne looked out over the crowd of reporters before continuing.

Katherine: “Are there any logistical questions before we get started? Has everyone understood the instructions?”

Katherine looked around the room and didn’t see any hands go up. Katherine gave them all a sunny smile.

Katherine: “Then without further ado, I am going to turn this meeting over to Alexander Knight the new Crew Chief for Valkyrie AGR Sport.”

Katherine turned and waved her hand behind her to indicate the guys seated at the table behind her. She then walked away and stepped back into the staging room and walked over to workstations to keep an eye on things.

Alexander did his best not to fidget and keep a neutral expression on his face. Dorian looked cool as a cucumber, his experience showing. Paul looked comfortable and was looking around at the crowd. Alexander had been told how press conferences worked here at Valkyrie but this would be his first one here. It felt like time was stretching out as Katherine spoke yet when she turned to hand over the press conference to him. It felt like it was too soon. Alexander took a deep breath and smiled. He had a lot to smile about today. Alexander began the conference.

Alexander: “Good morning. Thank you for all being here today. I apologize for not granting interviews sooner but the sheer number of requests were overwhelming. I was also very busy getting started.”

He paused to allow for the laughter to stop. Then he looked around the room with a bright smile before continuing.

Alexander: “I want to start with why I took the position as Crew Chief with the Valkyrie team after so much time has passed. Yes I had meant my words when I walked away from racing in the past. I felt angry, betrayed and was grieving the loss of my best friend. I never planned to return to racing ever.”

The audience was quiet and there was a seriousness and tension in the room from Alexander’s statement. Alexander let all the fear and helplessness and rage he had felt at hearing of his daughter’s fate wash across his face and it seeped into his voice.

Alexander: “Then I got a phone call that no father wants to hear. My only child, my daughter Arianna, had been hit in a freak accident. She had been walking home from class and was hit by a drunk driver. She was in critical condition at the hospital. I immediately hopped on a plane and headed to the hospital. By the time I got there, she had made it through the surgery to save her life but she was not out of the woods yet.”

Alexander paused in his story taking a deep shuddering breath as he re-lived those dark unsettling hours. Alexander’s focus was distant as if he was reliving the experience instead of being present in a room full of people and strangers.

Alexander: “When I got to the hospital, there was my beautiful daughter covered in bandages, casts, bruises, and pins. There were metal braces and tubes and wires and machines beeping. There was a tube down her throat making her breath. It was touch and go for almost two weeks.”

The love Alexander had for his daughter was evident at the amount of pain and remembered helplessness in his voice.

Alexander: “She finally turned the corner and we were told she was going to live. However the doctor’s told us that she would be a paraplegic. She was going to be paralyzed from the neck down due to the injuries she sustained. Even though all her broken bones were mending, they couldn’t fix her severed spinal cord and damaged nerves”

Alexander seemed to come back from the past as he paused once more and blinked. It was as if he was aware of his audience once more. His look was sad.

Alexander: “Augmentations and implants have come a long way since I got mine. Full body augmentations though are still difficult to integrate and make work. They are also highly regulated and costly. They are still working to resolve secondary issues with these types of augmentations. My daughter met the strict criteria for a new experimental implant and augmentation combination but it was very costly. I couldn’t afford it. My daughter’s future had never looked so bleak.”

Alexander paused as pain closed his throat at the feeling of helplessness at the memory washed over him. Alexander looked up at the captive audience. The auditorium was still dead silent as he continued.

Alexander smiled as he continued his tone full of joy and love that his daughter was going to be okay.

Alexander: “Then I got a phone call from Leopold Koch.”

Alexander deliberately kept Alicia’s name out of this because she never wanted Paul to learn that she had interfered with this.

Alexander: “Leopold Koch for those who don’t know is the Board President for Valkyrie AGR Sport. I have worked with Leopold in the past. He asked me if I would consider coming back to Valkyrie for a one year contract with a signing bonus big enough to cover the implants that my daughter needed. I told him to send me the contract.”

Alexander smiled and looked around the audience as he continued.

Alexander: “After negotiating a few things, I took the offer. I have a contract to be the Crew Chief for one year with options to renew by both parties. I came back to racing to give my daughter a future. I am happy to report she is on her way to a full recovery. After speaking with her this morning, I am now ready to devote my complete focus on improving Valkyrie AGR Sport.”

Alexander paused as there was some stirring and muttering around the room. Alexander grinned as he continued knowing his statement certainly had dramatic elements to it.

Alexander: “I have spent what little time I have had with the team so far learning how and what they are doing and getting to know them.”

Alexander took a deep breath as he tried not to let the anger and annoyance from yesterday’s debacle influence the next part.

Alexander: “I will confirm the rumors that my first full day at Valkyrie AGR Sport Headquarters was difficult. There was a need to address some internal issues with the team. The team will be restructuring things. We are taking things back to basics and rethinking our structure and path forward. We are making decisions as a team based on the expertise, knowledge, and the skills of our team. I will not disclose any details as to what this approach might entail. So don’t ask me. What I will share with you is that the new approach we are taking is going to focus on our individual pilots and optimizing and supporting them as individuals.”

Alexander paused as his words caused a lot of reaction since usually the answers to those questions are things like we are focusing on speed, stability, energy systems or augmentations. His answer was pretty vague but still left a lot open to interpretation.

Alexander: “My start here at Valkyrie has been difficult but I am happy to be here. It is my hope to bring the team together so we can work together to take Valkyrie to the top. I am very happy that Leopold called me. I have really missed racing. I am looking forward to seeing how I can help Dorian and Paul succeed. I will open the floor to questions at this time.”

Alexander gave a decisive nod and the noise and bedlam almost overwhelmed Alexander as journalists forgot to use the question button. He heard Katherine’s cultured tones come over the speaker system reminding the journalists to use the buttons since they could not all talk at once. Alexander waited as Katherine picked who to start with.

ESPN: “Hello Jeff Bauer with ESPN. My question is for Dorian. How are you adjusting to working with someone who was once a former competitor? Rumors have it there is tension between the two of you.”

Dorian had been expecting this question since he had already been asked the question several times. He just smiled as he answered.

Dorian: “We might have been competitors but Alexander and I have never been enemies or shared ill will towards one another. We are working on learning more about each other and have a good working relationship.”

NBCSports: “Angela Ramirez with NBCSports. This question is for Paul. How comfortable are you working with Alexander Knight? A man who was a former competitor and racer of your father who was accused of being involved with the death of your father?”

Paul looked surprised and a little shocked to be asked this question. It took a minute to find the words to respond. Alexander couldn’t say he was surprised by the question but it worried him where the questions would lead if they were starting with these.

Paul: “I was just a boy when my father’s ship crashed. The incident was investigated by both law enforcement and the racing commission. I am aware of the rumors that still persist but the official investigations have cleared Mr.Knight of any involvement or wrong doing. My father’s accident was ruled a tragic accident. It was after this the Racing Commission implemented changes to safety. I harbor Mr. Knight no ill will. We are still working on getting to know each other. We are working well together so far.”

There was a slight pause before another question came from the journalists.

Worldwide Sports: “Jabari Biko with Worldwide Sports. This question is for Alexander. Can you share if you are planning on short term changes or planning to build new ships?”

Alexander relaxed as the question gave him an emotional reprieve. He kept his face neutral but he struggled with the internal guilt that had stayed with him after Audrick’s death.

Alexander: “I can’t divulge anything that might reveal what we are working on or our strategy. All I can confirm for you is that the team is working on making changes before the next race in Africa. Will the changes be beneficial? Well we just have to wait and see if there are any gains in the next race.”

Alexander gave them a smug smile since he had already answered this question for the press. What they didn’t know was that his strategy and choices had not even been revealed to his team just yet. He had to learn what they were already doing and explore the possibilities available to the team before he could come up with a plan.That process had been started. He was hoping to have a proposal plan to share with the Board of Directors by late Thursday afternoon.

TMZ: “This is Lilly Stryker with TMZ. This question is for Dorian and Paul. Our viewers want to know… Is there anyone special in your life? Are you single or dating someone?”

Dorian preened a little at being asked the question. The press hadn’t asked him this question in some time.

Dorian winked at the reporter from TMZ. “Well Miss Stryker, I have not had time to date anyone for some time. So while I have the occasional date here and there. There is no special someone waiting in the wings for me.”

Paul just smiled and had a look of acceptance on his face. Paul laughed at Dorian’s response.

Paul: “I have to agree with Dorian. Racing at the professional level doesn’t leave a lot of personal time for dating. There is no special girl for me at the moment unless you count my ship. We have a standing date every few weeks right now.” He winked at the reporter as laughter broke out among the reporters.

FoxNews: “Jessica Smith with Fox News. This question is for Alexander. Mr. Knight, can you confirm the rumors that went out over social media yesterday that Dr. Zimmerman Head of the Medical Team and Bernard Maier the Chief Executive Officer here at Valkyrie AGR Sport were fired? And can you confirm that Dr. Zimmerman was arrested on assault charges despite rumors leaked from inside sources on Team Valkyrie yesterday that claim you assaulted Dr. Zimmerman.”

Alexander had expected this after Katherine had been informed that information had been leaked on social media yesterday.

Alexander: “I can confirm that Dr. Zimmerman and Bernand Maier were fired from Valkyrie AGR Sport. All I am allowed to share with you is that Dr. Zimmerman was arrested on assault charges.If you want additional information, please speak to local law enforcement as the case is still pending investigation and I am not at liberty to disclose any information about it. I will answer no more questions about this topic.”

There was another buzz of reaction from the reporters and journalists present at this information.

Victory Laps Racing News: “Lauri Ivan with Victory Laps Racing News. This question is for Alexander. Will you comment on the rumors that you are hiring your lover as your Executive Assistant? And that this caused the altercation that led to Mr. Maier’s dismissal?”

Alexander couldn’t help laughing at the question. He had expected a question about Maier’s dismissal but after Mabel made such a dramatic entrance to the team the day before. He had not expected that this rumor hadn’t been squashed yet. Behind him Mabel was bent over laughing.

Alexander looked amused as he got his laughter under control enough to answer.

Alexander: “The only comment I will make about Mr. Maier’s dismissal was that it was for cause and is still being investigated by the Chief of Security. As to the rumor about my new Executive Assistant, while I think she is a lovely warm person. We do not have a sexual relationship.”

Mabel stood up laughing and winked at Lauri as her comment carried to the crowd of reporters.

Mabel: “Well Lauri, You see Alexander is a very nice and handsome man but he is just not my type. He is a little young for me. I like my men older with wrinkles like me.”

Mabel smiled as she was almost blinded by a sea of flashes going off despite the excellent lighting on the stage.

Alexander smiled and waved a hand towards Mabel.

Alexander: “Let me introduce you all to my Executive Assistant, Mabel Brown. I managed to convince her to come out of retirement and join me in Germany. We have worked together in the past and I knew I could trust her to hit the ground running.”

There was another buzz of reaction from the crowd as Mabel resumed her seat with a smirk. She noticed Leopold was trying not to laugh and his head tilted down with his hand blocking his face as he chuckled quietly.

Alexander couldn’t resist adding. “As you can see, she is perfectly able and happy to speak for herself.”

There was shared laughter around the room at that comment.

EuroNews: “Hilmar Jokum with EuroNews. This question is for Alexander. Do you harbor any ill feelings for Silver Apex? I understand that many of your former team and coworkers now work for the team.”

Alexander was stunned by that news. When he got out of racing he stopped following the people who were central to his personal tragedy and crisis years ago. He had no idea who had gone to Silver Apex or if they were one of the contributors to his story. He couldn’t hide his surprise so he just went with it and shrugged.

Alexander: “I followed racing for a while after I left. I stopped paying attention many years ago. I honestly have no idea who you are talking about. My feelings for Silver Apex are respectful and competitive. They are currently sitting at the top as the team to beat. I want to take that pedestal from them because I am a competitive bastard. I want my team to win. I respect them as competitors because they have earned that by being the best. That doesn’t mean I won’t do my best to remove their crown.”

Alexander was surprised by the question and the response from the reporters to his answer as he saw more flashes go off. He should have worn his aviators, he thought , as he saw spots.

EU Observer: “Baetriz Caetana with the EU Observer. My question is for Dorian. Dorian you actually dropped a spot from qualifying at the race in Auckland. Can you share what happened at Auckland that you lost a spot? And What are you doing differently to prepare for Africa?”

Dorian: “It was the first race of the season. As you so kindly pointed out, I only lost one position in the rankings. There is a lot of new and skilled talent on the field this year. There are always improvements that happen during the pre-season that you don’t know about till your competitors use them for the first time.”

Dorian shrugged as if unaffected and this was to be expected.

Dorian: “This is the cycle of what happens with AG Racing. These things happen. Valkyrie is already making adjustments to the ships before Africa. I have been training hard for the next race and reviewing mistakes made at Auckland to see how I could have countered moves used against me. I will do better in Africa.”

BBC World: “Sabrina Merla with BBC World News. This question is for Paul. Now that you have moved from the Junior AG League to the AG Professional League, do you plan to use more biotech augmentations or implants?”

Paul: “The honest answer is I don’t know. There are alot of factors that go into decisions such as this. Team Valkyrie is under regulations by the European Union which heavily restrict pilot augmentation. It would depend on the augmentations and if they were allowed and what the side effects might be. I am in no hurry to jump on artificial augmentation as an answer to improve my racing position. Any augmentations I do take on will be carefully considered.”

Paul’s answer seemed to surprise Dorian who looked over at Paul with a raised eyebrow. The press mumbled and shifted in reaction to his answer.

Teen World News: Bohuslav Čestmír with Teen World News. This question is for Paul and Dorian. “While our viewers understand that you are unavailable for a serious relationship, our viewers are eager to know what you find attractive. Could you tell us what your perfect date would be? What do you find attractive? A man? A woman? Both?”

Dorian was amused to get this question since he had been in the media spotlight for a long time. Dorian played along like he didn’t answer it once a year. Dorian was happily bisexual. He was an equal opportunity lover but he required more than a pretty face.

Dorian: “For me it is about the person. I am attracted to beauty like anyone but that is not what I am looking for. My perfect date is someone that I find fascinating and can hold real conversations with. I want to be able to discuss world issues, art, and culture. I am looking for someone to connect with on an emotional and intellectual level. Hence why I said that I don’t have time to date right now.”

Paul found Dorian’s answer very insightful about his teammate. It was a deeper and more thoughtful response than he expected. Paul just shrugged and looked sheepish as he answered.

Paul: “I am attracted to women. That has been no secret. Like Dorian, I find a beautiful woman attractive but I am looking for more than a pretty face. Right now my focus is on building my career. I don’t have time to date. I am not ready for a serious relationship in my life. Someday I want a wife and children. But I don’t see that in my future for at least another 10 years.”

Winners Circle: “Germain Lothaire with Winners Circle Vlog. My question is for Alexander. You have been away from Anti-gravity racing for a long time. Are you qualified to be the team Crew Chief? What do you feel you bring to the team that will help them?”

Alexander: “Well you are correct. It is a fact that I have been absent from the racing world for a long time. Since I was a racer in the early days of AG. I do understand the pressures that pilots are under to perform. I understand all the components and people it takes to make a team successful. After I left racing, I went to school for engineering. I have been working as an energy and drive systems engineer for the last 15 years. I have an excellent grasp on the technical aspect of racing as well. My experience in both sectors I understand the people, the technology, and the bigger picture of what needs to happen to take Team Valkyrie to the top of the leaderboard.”

People: Jamaica Williams with People. My question is actually for Miss Mabel Brown. Miss Brown, how long have you worked with Alexander Knight? What would you say his worst habit is?”

Mabel looked surprised to have a question lobbed her way. She chuckled at the question though her eyes practically danced with glee.

Alexander had an oh my god look on his face which shifted into resignation as he buried his face in his hands. He had no idea what would come out of her mouth.

Mabel chuckled as she answered the question. Her voice was full of amusement as she answered.

Mabel: “I have worked for Mr. Knight for the last 5 years.” She paused considering what might be a good answer to the second part of the question. “Well he is a little slow in the morning and grouchy before he has had his first cup of coffee. I always have to let him finish the first cup before he makes any sense at all.”

Again there was shared laughter at Mabel’s answers and Alexander’s reaction.

Gossip: “Hans Keller with Gossip Online Magazine. This question is for Alexander. There is gossip that not only were two high profile employees fired at Valkyrie yesterday but that a board member was replaced. Can you confirm this gossip?”

Alexander was surprised to get this question as he hadn’t seen any mention of the board members on social media last night. It made him wonder who the man’s sources were. This was not something Leopold and he had discussed. Alexander just shrugged and decided to give them the truth since it would be confirmed eventually.

Alexander: “Yes. Sebastian Amantas with Brimex Corporation stepped down yesterday and was replaced by Oliver Saar.”

This must have been news to most of the journalists present as there was a loud reaction as several tried to ask follow up questions without using the buttons again.

Katherine emerged from the staging room and walked to the front of the room to address the crowd holding up her hands to quieten them down.

Katherine: “We apologize for any inconvenience but the press conference is over. We have already run over by a half hour. I did warn you all that we wouldn’t answer repeat questions. Thank you for coming today. Don’t forget your gift bags! We look forward to seeing you at the next press conference.”

Everyone behind her on the stage began to leave, going back to the staging room as discussed before they started. A security guard stepped through the door to the staging room after everyone but Katherne had gone through blocking it after shutting it. It was a clear sign that there would be no surprise last minute questions for anyone who had been onstage.




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OfficeDrone#12: Alexander Knight is already making waves. He is going to ruin my favorite AGR team.
SuperfanAGR54: Wow! Explosive beginning for Knight.
DantheMan: And the culling begins.
Superfan2075: I am withholding judgment. .
DadBod89: Some of the rumors were right.
Hater101: Vague bullshit answers from Knight.
Papabear34:I repeat: Alexander Knight Sucks! #knightfail #bringbackdominic
Nana2050: I have to like a man who recognizes and obviously respects experience.
GeorgeFly: I want to see what changes they make before Africa.
ValkyrieFan56: Why did he start with human resources and the doctor? My god the head doctor was arrested for assault! What if he had hurt one of the pilots?.
Weedhead81:Why do my messages keep getting flagged?
SexyM@m@5: My sources say there were fireworks at Valkyrie yesterday in Human Resources.
Paulmulder4eva: Wow. Paul is like the perfect man.
Britball12: @Hater101 100% agree with you. Bullshit answers.
BatDave: I am still Batman.
Weedhead81: Knight needs a toke, man.
!YouSlow!: Still not Ross Chastain greatness.
xImFasterthanUx: Maybe bringing in an older guy is just what AG needs to get a new perspective and direction.
AGInthusiast: At least Paul and Dorian haven’t been photographed with their peckers out yet.

To be continued... Thursday is coming!
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Soundtrack: Believer - Imagine Dragons




Alexander had worked late into the evening on Wednesday pouring over the reports from the various teams. The reports allowed him to see where Valkyrie was currently focused, see what ideas the staff had, and what resources they had to work with. The reports were key in his decision making. He couldn’t make informed decisions without as much data as possible. He would not box himself into a corner by relying on limited data. It was not that he didn’t trust the team lead's opinions but the more ideas he had to work with the better. Alexander believed that more hands make light work and more brains working on a problem the better. He needed the team to start acting like… well a team. The racing team had been so siloed into different departments that they didn’t know what each other were doing. He had to open up better lines of communication and trust between the different departments. There was currently an us versus them mentality between the departments. When in reality, they were all on the same team and it should be all of us against the other teams. He had finally gone to bed in the wee hours of the morning exhausted but confident he had put together a solid plan.




Alexander’s Office





Alexander had indulged and slept in till 8am. After a fast breakfast and a shower, he headed into the office. Today he was wearing jeans and a green button down shirt and his favorite work boots. Mabel had already greeted him and teased him for sleeping in. She had his day organized and had already taken care of all the arrangements for the Board Meeting happening at 10am this morning. Alexander knew he needed to address the morale and uncertainty in the air with the other employees. He needed to bring them together and he needed to address them all. The best way to do that was to record a video message that went out to them all. Alexander pondered what he wanted to say and then set up the tech to record the holographic message and began. Alexander knew his talking head would be what the others saw.

“Good morning. For those who have not met me yet or don’t know who I am, my name is Alexander Knight. I suspect all of you know who I am by now. I am the new Crew Chief for Valkyrie AGR Sport. I want to apologize that my first day in the office was so difficult for so many of you. I don’t regret the choices I made on Tuesday. My job is to lead this team. To lead you to victory. We can’t achieve that goal if our team is divided by interoffice politics and pettiness between departments. You are all working for one team, Valkyrie AGR Sport. One team. Not many. You all have different roles and what you do is important to helping this team. Every single one of you is important. From the pilots who fly the ships, to the engineers designing new technology, to the mechanics who keep it maintained, to the marketing team who gets us sponsors which gets us funding, to the janitor who cleans the bathroom. Every single person here is on one team. It means that I value and need every single one of you, working together to make this happen. I am a pretty simple man. I will give you my respect until you prove you don’t deserve it. I will protect, encourage, and support you to be the best you can be. Because I want the best out of you. Valkyrie cannot be the best without your best. It is my job to remove obstacles preventing you from being your best. That is what happened Tuesday. I want to be honest and upfront with you all about what is happening because you deserve to know. I will be meeting with the Board of Directors at 10am to share the proposal for changes and what we are going to be doing to move Valkyrie forward hopefully to a winning season. There are going to be some major changes around here. I do want to squash the rumor that I am planning to fire everyone. The only ones being fired are those who were not doing their jobs or were in violation of company policies.There is not going to be mass layoffs. There will be some restructuring. I will explain what those changes are going to be and why after I have met with the Board of Directors. I don’t need their approval to make these changes. But they are a part of the team just like all of you. I want to have their support and approval on these changes. I want to end the division that has been internally hampering this team. I hope all of you are excited about the changes coming. I want you to be excited to come to work. I am sending this message because I am sure many of you are feeling uneasy and uncertain where I am taking the team after Tuesday. I want you to know that I see it. I understand your uncertainty. Hang in there with me. I promise it will be worth it.”

Alexander sent the message to Mabel and asked her to send it out to all employees.




Board Room 10am





The conference room the Board of Directors favored using was well appointed with a dark mahogany conference table and plush leather swivel chairs. The walls were a neutral white with large screens on them. Along the wall by the door was a long buffet counter that served as the place for snacks and drinks with a built-in one cup coffee maker. The room was at full capacity today as it was a mandatory Board Meeting. Alexander was meeting alone with the board but wished he could have brought Mabel with him. She always made presentations easier. Well let’s face it, Mabel made everything easier for him.Alexander was secretly grateful to her family for annoying her so he should be willing to come and help him. She had already been a tremendous help to him. She had helped him sift through all the reports and helped put forward the best options based on resources and the most promising for development.

The Board of Directors was headed by Leopold Koch who had the position of President and represented Red Bull Racing interests. The Vice President of the board was Astrid Jorgensen who represented the European Union Space Agency. The Board Secretary was Kirsi Virtanen representing the interests of Kivelo Kinetics. The remaining Board Members were Allessandra Ferrari representing Ferrari racing interests, Lucas Dupont representing Renault Racing interests, Lars Olsson represented Sauber Racing interests, Carmen Alvarez and Matteo Aldenburg representing the European Union Space Agency, Oliver Saar was the new board member from Brimex Corporation, Dietrich Steindl represented Biomatter International, and Isak Nielsen representing Hansen Genetics.

Alexander came into the conference room and sat down at one end of the table. He placed his tablet on the table in front of him before getting up to make himself a cup of coffee. It was only his third so far. He had just settled into his seat and taken his first sip when the door opened and Leopold came in followed by others.

Alexander gave everyone a cordial nod.
Alexander: “Morning.”

Leopold: “Good Morning Alexander.”

Alexander got some muttered greetings from around the table. Finally everyone was in and settled. Leopold started the meeting.

Leopold: “Good Morning everyone. I want to make a few points clear about this meeting. Alexander’s contract allows him to make whatever changes he wants to make without your approval. He is meeting with you at his request because he wants your support. The events from Tuesday are still being investigated. This meeting was called so that Alexander can share his proposed changes with the Board.”

There were some angry and mutinous looks from Leopold’s declaration. Others looked more thoughtful and introspective. Several merely nodded in a neutral fashion.

Leopold nodded to Alexander as he spoke: “Then let this meeting begin. This Board of Directors meeting will be recorded for the records. Alexander you have the meeting is yours.”

Alexander opened his tablet and swiped his hand which then flicked the information on it to the screen on the wall behind him. He wanted to be sure everyone had a view of the information.

Alexander: “Thank you for all coming on short notice. There is a lot of work to do and not a lot of time. I want your support therefore I took the time to put together this presentation for you. I want to share my reasoning with you. I want you to understand why I think these are the best directions for Valkyrie to explore at this time. Another reason I am bringing this to you is that you all represent a cross sector of industry that may be beneficial to the team. You may have access to resources or research that I am not familiar with. I want to invite you to put forward your ideas as well. You eleven people are supposed to be guiding leaders of the Valkyrie Anti Gravity Racing Team. I want you all to step up and lead from the front. The shitshow I walked into on Tuesday should never have been allowed to fester inside this team. You are supposed to be the team guardians, not a pack of jackals. Lead from the front and be open to sharing your ideas and what ways your interests can support the team. There is no need to work from the shadows when we can all work together in the light.”

Alexander took a moment as the silence in the room was telling. His words had an impact. Whether his words would make a difference remained to be seen. He could only hope.

Alexander: “The first change that needs to happen is that the team needs to be restructured to facilitate better communication and understanding from the different areas of expertise that have to come together to make this work. The communication barriers between departments have created an us versus them competition between departments and mistrust. Removing those barriers will foster communication and collaboration across disciplines. This is how we keep the ship balanced and achieve the best results for everyone.”

Alexander: “I want to do this by integrating the training and medical departments into one unit. I also want to merge engineering and mechanics into one team. The other departments will be merged into one department called the support division. The support division will include marketing, human resources, and other support personnel.There will be a mandatory weekly team meeting which will be attended by the heads of each department and any critical personnel needed for the topics being discussed that week. For example if the team is discussing an engineering change then the head will attend and the engineer who developed it and the mechanic who made it work.”

Alexander looked around the table and saw interested faces as they reviewed the more detailed information on their tablets.

Alexander: “The second change I want to implement is renovations to the engineering and mechanics section. I am hoping it won’t take long as most of the renovation will be interior construction. I want to break down a few walls and create a central inventory hub for machinery, tools, and parts. The engineers will work alongside the mechanics in the same space and share the same system and tools ensuring that everyone has what they need. This will eliminate inventory discrepancies and reduce costs for maintaining these two departments.”

Alexander’s words created some buzz among the directors as all of them began to apply themselves more reading the plan.

Alexander: “The next set of changes I want to discuss involve both medical and training. One of the reasons that I want to merge these two teams is that I think we are missing a huge opportunity for cross team pollination of ideas and how to implement them. I asked for proposals from both teams. I can see some interesting possibilities by having them work together on some ideas to help our pilots with natural gains without augmentations.”

Alexander grinned at the shocked face and a few surprised looks as heads popped up to look at him with open mouths.

Alexander: “For example, Dr. Ainsworth our Cognition Neural Specialist proposed that there were methods to help pilots adjust to their neural chips and improve their reaction time through training regimes. This will take time but her proposal is backed with science that pilots should see an increase in response time and reflex speed. Sasha Volkova, our team physical therapist, suggested there were physical therapy exercises that could help pilots train twitch muscles to increase reflex times. She also recommended looking at practices used in the past to increase lung capacity and oxygen available to pilots using freediving training techniques. She also noted that antigravity generators generate sounds that might affect neural chip activation. She suggested that we try to tune the pilot’s neural chips to match the antigravity generator of the ship to see if it improves neural chip speed.Dr. Ishikawa believes there might be some benefit to using a similar method to ensure augments are better accepted by the pilot’s body and not affected by the ship. Dr. Montgomery suggested that we review and look at the use of Hyperbaric oxygen therapy to help pilots increase the number of red blood cells which increases the amount of oxygen they can carry in their blood which has been proven to increase performance. Blood doping was made illegal in the past with many sports when using blood transfusion and chemicals to artificially enhance an athlete’s performance. Some of the methods used were harmful. He suggested this method was highly beneficial and with proper monitoring would be beneficial. It is an area of research left behind when these other methods were declared illegal in many sports.”

Alexander smiled as looked around the room. The board members from the European Union Space Agency and the members from medical interests looked excited about the possibilities.

Alexander continued: “Dr. Thorkelson, the team nutritionist, would like to work with the team chef to ensure pilot meals with a focus on what they call micronutrients. The focus would be to increase the vitamins and minerals in their diet that would support things like eyesight, cognition, and faster reflexes. They eat incredibly healthy but they believe they could see some targeted long term gains with diet. Dr. Ainsworth, Dr. Ishikawa, and Miss Kolkova would like to work with the pilots’ physical trainer Agnes Poulsen and the two simulation techs to develop a new simulator and research the effects of g forces during a race on augmentation and neural chip performance. They believe they can develop a new simulator by combining existing simulator technology with technology to train astronauts and those working in space. The new simulator would allow a pilot to practice on a simulation of the track while experiencing the g-forces they would as if they were at the track. This would allow the team to monitor and test changes to the ship and its impact on the pilot prior to implementation in the ship as well.”

Alexander paused for a moment and took a drink of his coffee before continuing.

Alexander: “Before Africa, the engineers and mechanics are putting their heads together to see how we could increase speed for the ships while maintaining our edge in handling and stability. Currently they are exploring how to increase the engine speed by modifying the vector nozzles. They are also looking at tweaking the energy systems. They employed a connection fix to avoid the issue Paul experienced during qualifying rounds. They are looking at ways to decrease the energy loss by upgrading the wiring in the ships. They also have identified a coating that should reduce the amount of energy that other racers can leach from the ship. They also showed me a design for a capacitor system that could be charged and then released for a single burst of speed. More power should allow the craft to go faster for longer.”

Alexander knew he was giving them a great deal of information to process. He took another drink of his coffee before continuing.

Alexander: “I propose we try all the long term ideas that training and medical personnel have proposed. They are fairly low cost and easy to implement. As for long term plans, I would like to redesign the ship and focus on customizing our ships to support our pilots instead of trying to alter our pilots with augmentations to fit the ships. There are some promising design ideas for redesigning the ship to make it lighter, faster, and safer. A new cockpit design using gimbals and gyroscopes to reduce the strain on the pilot’s body and improve inertial dampening systems. This will take some time but will give us greater gains over time but will require significant investment.”

Alexander learned back in his seat and looked around at the board members. All of them seemed overwhelmed with information. Alexander just sat quietly and waited. Leopold was reading on his tablet looking pleased.

Leopold looked around at his fellow board members. He was unsure how to read the room. A few of the board members looked excited by the proposals. A few of them looked concerned about the proposal. The rest looked overwhelmed or had carefully neutral expressions on their face.

Leopold smiled at Alexander. “This is an impressive amount of work in such a short amount of time, Alexander. Thank you.”

Alexander nodded his head and looked around at the board members before speaking.

Alexander: “I hope all of you will review the proposal and decide to support this new direction. It will be the changes that will be implemented for this racing season. This is happening with or without you. I hope you chose to support me.”

Alexander grabbed his tablet and left the room after a courtesy wave to them all.




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EUGossip: The hot gossip today comes from the Valkyrie AGR Sport Team. Reputable sources disclosed that while official investigations cleared Alexander Knight of any wrongdoing in Audrick Mulder’s death, there has been new evidence uncovered that the team he raced for had the investigation shut down. Are there skeletons in Knight’s closet?

OfficeDrone#12: I don’t trust Knight.
SuperfanAGR54: Sounds like trolls to me.
DantheMan:And the truth will set you free!
Superfan2075: I don’t believe this one. Sounds made up to get clicks.
DadBod89: I am on the fence about this one. Probably fake news.
Hater101: Knight had to be involved.
Papabear34: #knightfail #bringbackdominic
Nana2050: Knight was cleared by investigators.
GeorgeFly: Don’t feed the trolls people!
ValkyrieFan56: I don’t believe it. Watched the press conference. Knight looked surprised by that question.
Weedhead81: Man! Knight needs something stronger than some great weed! Someone please hook that man up! I could never do his job. Too stressful!
SexyM@m@5: Sources inside Valkyrie say big changes are coming.
Paulmulder4eva: Paul message if you ever need a date!
Britball12: Shit got interesting!
BatDave: I am still Batman.
!YouSlow!: I remember that investigation. Knight was crucified by the media.
xImFasterthanUx: He left his racing team high dry over this incident. That’s why he needed the money for his daughter. He lost all his money he earned from racing, fighting them in the court over the non-disclosure agreements and breaking his contract.
AGInthusiast: That was some ugly racing history being revisited.

To Be Continued... Wrapping up with Friday!

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Friday March 10th, 2094


Soundtrack: Whatever It Takes - Imagine Dragons




Valkyrie Training Facility





Alexander was grateful to be out of his office and finally able to start the actual work in motion. He was on his way to the training center where he was meeting with the pilots, the entire medical team, and the training team. The medical and training team had spent most of Thursday reconfiguring the training center to build, modify, and install the changes to the equipment that were going to be needed. Alexander was impressed that the new simulator was already ready. The board members with the European Union Space Agency had come through by donating a base training rig they use for training astronauts. The engineers, mechanics, and training technicians had already reconfigured and added the rig components to build the new simulator the way they wanted.

The Medical Team was excited to be able to integrate all the monitoring systems for pilots that they wanted. New medical sensors provided by another board member with Biomatter International will give more detailed and live readings about what was going on with the pilot’s bodies as they experienced. The new sensors were developed for augmentation technology and included measurements for neural activity, kidney function, and toxicity levels with more sensitive readings for heart rate, blood pressure, oxygen levels, and glucose levels. Alexander knew these changes would have taken more time without the board members' support. The only catch to their help was that they had to share the research and data with them. Alexander felt that was a fair trade. It had been worth the time he had taken to win their support and his restraint. He still wanted to punch a few of them but he was glad he had tamped down on the urge to do it.

Alexander was looking around at the changes to the area. He hadn’t been here since they started since he had been busy doing other things. Besides, he needed to show his team that he trusted them to get the work done. They didn’t need him hovering over their shoulder micromanaging them. He was surprised to note that the space felt more open. It took him a moment to figure out what had changed. The training section had modular features to facilitate changes as they came up. The gym section had been opened up a little to include some new medical monitoring systems. The new simulator was larger and was set into some steel braces on a platform with steel scaffolding on it with steps leading up to it. There was a bank of 4 computer workstations built into the side opposite the stairs. Alexander could see the open framework design with hydraulics and electric motors that would drive the system. The interlocking gyroscope design with gimbals looked like something you would see at an amusement park or in a science fiction movie. Alexander knew that would allow the simulator to make the pilot feel like they were actually moving in any direction.

Alexander smiled as he approached the crowd of people with Paul and Dorian at the center. Paul and Dorian were in the new training suits with embedded sensors in them. They looked like they were wearing the bastard creation of a space suit and a diving suit. They were ugly and not very pretty to look at but hey fashion could take a back seat to quick and practical.

Everyone was chatting and there was a sense of excitement in the air. No one had noticed Alexander’s entrance yet. The pilots looked amused as the medical and training personnel around them were trying to share all the details with them but were using trade jargon that they didn’t understand. The pilots were the superstars of the team and their coworkers wanted to impress them. Alexander was satisfied to note that the air of anxiety and uncertainty was gone. He had sent out an email detailing the restructuring changes and how they would work yesterday after the board meeting. There was some expected confusion as details were hammered out and clarifications made. So far the changes were being embraced by the majority of the staff. There were a few older hands unhappy about the changes who grumped there was nothing wrong with the way they had been doing things.

Alexander was amused to note that it was Dorian who spotted him first. Dorian gave him a wave of his hand in greeting. Alexander waved back but the motion had people turning around to see who Dorian had waved at. The excited murmur got louder for a moment as everyone turned towards him before quieting down.

Alexander smiled as he addressed the group.

Alexander: “Good morning. Today we start getting ready for Africa. We are making changes as fast as we can to shift to the needs of the season. The first thing we are going to do is some research with the help of our pilots.”

Alexander nodded at Dorian and Paul who looked interested.

Alexander: “The team has developed a new simulator with the help of those snazzy new suits you are wearing that will give the medical team some new information on what happens to pilots during a race. The new simulators will allow you to run any track virtually like you would in your ship. The new rigging will put your body through the same forces and movements you would experience in the cockpit during the race. It is as close to experiencing the real thing as we can get without putting you on the track. The medical and training team will be working in conjunction to support both of you as they put you through some new training regimes. These will include what our team is calling cognitive reflex training which is a method used to strengthen neural chip reaction times and cognitive speed. A new physical training component that will take place in the swimming pool. They will be teaching you freediving techniques to help strengthen your lungs and expand its capacity. Hyperbaric oxygen therapy will be utilized to increase the amount of oxygen you can hold at one time.All of these training techniques will work to strengthen your natural talents and your ability to use your augmentations with the focus of increasing your reflex reaction speeds and active decision making. Oh and the nutritionist will be working with Chef Jacques to ensure that you are getting targeted micronutrients to strengthen eyesight, reflex speed,and cognition. These techniques will make the most of what you already have. Do you have any questions?”

Dorian looked puzzled: “I thought we were already doing a lot of this. I mean we already eat incredibly healthy. How is changing our diet supposed to help?”

Dr. Thorkelson stepped forward to answer that question.

Dr. Thorkelson: “Dorian you are correct. But there are changes we can make to your diet to ensure you are getting nutrition that specifically benefits the health of the eye for example to ensure eyehealth. Likewise there are specific foods that can help maintain cognitive function. Any benefits you see from these changes will take time. While we can’t guarantee you will see any benefits from these foods, you might. Isn’t it worth it to try?”

Dorian looked thoughtful.

Paul looked unsure and confused as he asked: “Freediving techniques but I am a pilot not a diver.”

Volkova stepped forward to champion her idea.

Volkova: “Free divers in Japan have been trained to retrieve pearl oysters from the seafloor long before scuba diving technology was available. They trained their bodies to be able to hold more air and developed techniques to help their bodies oxygenate and enrich their bloodstream so that they could dive deeper for longer. Their techniques will help you strengthen your lungs so they work better, expand your lung capacity so you can breathe in more oxygen, and combined with the hyperbaric oxygen therapy, should give you a significant gain in performance. Your body will be developing more red blood cells which means more oxygen. Your body will be training to gain more oxygen and hold it longer under pressure. This will help you in the race when your body is experiencing g forces which puts pressure on your lungs. You should handle the forces better without a loss in cognitive function or reaction times.”

Paul looked surprised as he looked over at Dorian who was looking just as surprised.

Dorian grinned. He had been worried that Knight was going to focus on Paul and ignore his needs for this season. It was not an approach that Dorian had never thought about. There were so many small subtle things. Could they really add up to an advantage on the racetrack? He could see now what Alexander had meant when he said their new approach was going to be focusing on the needs of the pilot.

Dorian: “Well what are we waiting for? Let’s get started!”

Paul laughed and slapped Dorian on the back.

Paul: “I will race you to the pool later. What’s first?”

Alexander laughed and shook his head. Pilots were always about speed and competition. He couldn’t help but laugh at Paul’s characteristic response of challenging Dorian. It reminded him so much of his father. It brought back memories of Audrick’s smiling face as he challenged him to race wherever they were going. He pushed away the sadness that came with the memory and focused on the here and now.

Alexander: “First the simulator. You are each going to run the Auckland race again to establish a baseline for the staff to work from. Then you will be at Volokova’s tender mercies. If you have any questions about anything, they are here to answer your questions. We are a team and support one another. They know the answers better than me. Come find me after you are done today if you have any more questions about the new training regime. The Engineering Team is working to make the ships faster before Africa without sacrificing our edge in handling and stability. Once those changes are worked out and tested, you will test the changes first in the simulator and then on the test track. I want those ships dialed in before Africa. You will be spending a lot of time in the cockpit next week as they work to get the ships ready for Africa. Dorian you and Paul will need to be honest and share what you are experiencing with the team so they can help adjust the ship or the training to better support you. So be honest about your challenges. If you need something and aren’t getting it for whatever reason, you come talk to me about it. We will work on it to see if we can get it. Understood?”

There was an eager anticipatory feeling in the air now with an undercurrent of excited energy. Alexander smiled as that is how it should feel around here.

Alexander turned to the support personnel in the room to address them.

Alexander: “All of you are part of this team. Their success in the cockpit is due to your success here in this room. You are important to the work we do here. If you see something, have a thought, then speak up. Valkyrie will work best as a team. So bring your passion and your ideas and share your knowledge with everyone. We succeed or fail as a team, not individuals. Understood?”

Alexander gave Dorian and Paul a serious look as he met their eyes.

Alexander: “Dorian and Paul never forget that while you pilot the ship you are supported by a team. You are not alone in this. Listen to their guidance. Make your own decisions but understand they are here to help you. All of the changes being made and implemented were proposed by team members already working here. These approaches were suggested and discarded by previous leadership. Everyone has their area of expertise and deserves your respect. You both already show a great respect for your colleagues but they need to hear from you not me. Make sure your words and actions reflect that.”

Alexander lightened the mood as he gave them a brilliant smile full of warmth.

Alexander: “Now all you miscreants get back to work. We have races to win!”

Alexander was rewarded by loud cheering and laughter by the excited bunch. He left them to get started. They would perform better and bond easier without him there. Besides, he had a meeting with the marketing team. Katherine had some stuff to go over with him.




Alexander’s Office





Alexander had made it back to his office and was attempting to get another cup of coffee when Mabel gracefully intercepted him by taking the empty cup out of his hand and hip checking him away from the coffee machine. She put a decaf pod in and then started the machine. Alexander put his hands on his hips and glared at her.

Alexander: “Mabel I am perfectly capable of making my own damn coffee.”

Mabel gave him a sickly sweet innocent look and crossed her arms.

Mabel: “Alex, I know for a fact that you have already had over 4 cups of coffee this morning. I also know you have been averaging about 4 hours of sleep a night. You need a solid night’s rest. No more caffeine for you today. No arguments.”

Alexander gave her a glowering look.

Alexander: “Mabel I love you but I am a grown ass man. If I want to drink coffee then I can have a cup of coffee.”

Mabel patted him condescendingly on the shoulder.

Mabel: “Don’t sulk Alexander. It is not a good look for the boss.Besides you are getting coffee. Decaffeinated coffee.”

Alexander threw his hands up in the air and gave up walking back to his desk. He began logging into the computer. All at once it dawned it on him that she had known how many cups of coffee he had so far today. Alexander narrowed his eyes as he paused and looked up at her as she brought him his coffee.

Alexander: “Wait a minute… How did you know how many cups of coffee I have had so far today?”

Mabel sat down in one of the plush black leather chairs across from his desk for visitors. She gave him a sly smile and a wink.

Mabel: “I have my ways. Now shall we get to work?”

Alexander shook his head. He would never learn how she found out all she did. She never ceased to amaze him. He nodded and finished booting up his computer. He absentmindedly grabbed the coffee cup and took a sip. He winced and set it back down. It just didn’t taste the same. He sighed and pulled up his schedule.

Mabel: “Next on your schedule today is the meeting with Katherine to go over marketing and public relations issues. The only other important meeting you have today is with Wulfric and Leopold to discuss the investigation into Maier and Zimmerman’s activities. I have already prioritized your inbox for you. You can work on clearing up those details in between meetings. Let me know if you want me to weed out any more of the insignificant stuff for you. I can handle the logistics details if you want me to. This frees up more of your time from dealing with approvals on the number of screws we order and the supplier for the toilet paper.”

Alexander nodded. “Thank you Mabel. I am fine with you handling the standard purchase authorizations with my authority. Send any unusual purchases to me or anything over say $10,000 euros. Is there anything else we need to discuss? Katherine should be here any minute.”

Mabel: “I will Katherine fill you in on the latest gossip. Do you want me to stay for the meeting?”

Alexander nodded. “Yes, because your wisdom is always helpful. I value your insight.”

Mabel just smiled fondly at him and nodded.

Mabel: “Great! Because I can’t wait to see your face when she tells you what is on the agenda.”

Alexander didn’t have any time to try and figure out what Mabel went as he called out come-in. He was pretty sure the knock on the door was Katherine as it was time for their meeting.

Katherine opened the door and shut entering Alexander’s office. She was dressed more casually today in nice tan slacks and a flowy tank top blouse in a blush color and brown leather flats. Her hair was down around her shoulders in soft chestnut waves. She was carrying her tablet with her. She moved quickly to take the other chair in front of Alexander’s desk.

Katherine smiled at Mabel greeting her.

Katherine: “Good Morning Mabel and Alexander. Thank you so much for your help yesterday Mabel. I never expected the press to ask you a question. You handled it well though. My thanks.”

Mabel’s eyes sparkled merrily as she chuckled remembering yesterday’s press conferences.

Mabel: “Good morning Katherine. It was good to remind them that older people are still in the workforce too. Shame on them for assuming.”

Alexander smiled at Katherine and nodded in agreement.

Alexander: “Hello Katherine. I agree Mabel handled it well. Even if it was at my expense.”

Katherine just chuckled. She was more at ease around Alexander now that Mabel was here. Mabel’s information and help had been invaluable to her in understanding Alexander’s triggers where the media was concerned. Katherine opened her tablet and gave them both a smile.

Katherine: “Are you ready to start the meeting?”

Alexander nodded: “Let’s get to work. What do you have for me?”

Katherine: “Yesterday’s press conference was a success. Valkyrie AGR Sport was at least mentioned on most of the major news outlets globally. Some of the questions asked by the journalists have started some rumors you need to be aware of. I am not sure how we are going to address them just yet. So far they sound like the typical conspiracy theory nut jobs focused on your appointment at Valkyrie. However, I need to know from you if I need to be concerned.”

Katherine gave Alexander a serious face as she continued. Alexander raised an eyebrow and waited for her to continue.

Katherine: “The EUGossip is a notorious celebrity gossip news outlet. They are just as likely to make up news if it's a slow week as they are to actually have a story that has facts behind it. It has enough plausibility that it is staying alive so far on social media. They posted a story that while you were personally cleared by investigators that your former racing team had the investigation into Audrick Mulder’s death shut down. What can you tell me about what happened, Alexander?”

Mabel looked concerned at the information Katherine shared.

Alexander looked surprised and then thoughtful and angry as he tried to decide what he could share. He worded his answer very carefully. Alexander allowed the pain and sadness he felt about his friend’s death to show as he spoke. His voice was laced with remembered pain and shame.

Alexander: “Audrick Mulder was a fellow competitor and also my best friend. I met him when I started racing Formula AG. We were friendly rivals. We often pranked each other on the track. We hung out and spent time together socially in between races. His team was my team’s biggest competition back then. Please understand that there are things I am not allowed to tell you. I am bound by nondisclosure agreements to my former team.”

Alexander paused for a moment and had a confused look as he looked at Katherine.

Alexander: “Or are nondisclosure agreements voided if the team they were signed for has dissolved? I will need to have the team counsel check on that.”

Katherine was looking worried now. She sat forward on the edge of her chair. Nerves and worry threaded through her voice.

Katherine: “I understand the need for secrecy. I want to help you but I need to know what you know.”

Alexander looked at Katherine once more, debating how much he could tell her.

Mabel reached across the desk and put her hand gently on his arm. Her voice was soft as she told Alexander.

Mabel: “Alexander she will need to know all of it if she is going to help get you through the shit storm I feel brewing on the horizon.”

Alexander looked over at Mabel surprised. He had told her everything once. He had been feeling down about something and had gotten drunk. She had managed to get the whole story out of him. So she knew the truth. Alexander bowed his head and took a deep shuddering breath as he began.

Alexander: “Katherine you will need to keep this information between us three. No one else can hear any of these details until I have checked with the legal department about the non-disclosure agreement with my former team.”

Katherine gave Alexander what she hoped was a trustworthy look.

Katherine: “I am already bound by my NDA for Valkyrie. I won’t disclose any details that could hurt the team.”

Alexander sighed as voice was filled with grief, pain, embarrassment, and guilt most of all as he began to tell her what happened.

Alexander: “The team I was driving for had hired a new crew chief and engineer. The team owner had been hungry for a win. They were putting pressure on me to drive more aggressively. They wanted me to use shady tactics on the track that skirted safety rules. I refused to drive dirty for them. The night before the championship race I had gone to wish Audrick good luck before the race. When I left, I saw one of my team mechanic’s coming out of Audrick’s team garage. The next day a few laps into the race, I saw Audrick’s ship jerk hard to the right and it lifted off the track. The ship began to tumble and bounce down the track. On the fourth bounce, the ship exploded into a fiery ball. The explosion was big enough they had to stop the race. Parts from the ship had been launched into the crowded grandstand. There were injured people everywhere. I lost my best friend that day. I don’t have any proof they tampered with his ship. I can’t help wondering if I have said something to Audrick that he might still be here. I had no idea why the mechanic was there. It was common for teams to borrow a tool or shoot the breeze together. Competition was more friendly back then or so I thought. But I somehow knew in my gut when I saw Audrick’s ship explode that they had something to do with it. I confronted the team owner and crew chief. They had an ironclad NDA and forbade me to say anything. I quit. I refused to race any more. They sued me for breach of contract. They massacred me and vilified me using the press. Alicia Mulder knows what I do. I couldn’t withhold the truth from her. She didn’t blame me for Audrick’s death but I was also a reminder of who she had lost. We were almost inseparable back then. I spent a lot of time at their house when Paul was just a toddler. I can’t tell you if the racing team had managed to shut down the investigation. It wouldn’t surprise me if they bought off investigators or somehow influenced the outcome in their favor.”

Mabel was watching Alexander with a compassionate expression on her face. She knew that he still beat himself up for what happened to his friend. Katherine had a horrified look on her face. She looked shocked and surprised. Mabel couldn’t help wondering if it was because she was still a nice person. Katherine seemed very kind and naive for a professional her age who dealt with public relations. She wondered how she had managed to avoid the dark underbelly in racing so far.

Alexander managed to pull himself back together. He gave Katherine a serious look.

Alexander: “Katherine you absolutely must keep this information absolutely secret. No one can know. At least not until the legal department and I have a conversation about it. You now know the worst of it.”

Katherine had tears running down her face. Mabel handed her a tissue. She used it to wipe her face. She sniffled a few times as she got herself under control. Mabel patted her comfortingly this time on the hand.

Katherine: “Alexander, I am so sorry you went through that. I can see why you want it kept silent. Especially with all the allegations that you had something to do with Audrick’s death. That must have hurt so much.”

Katherine’s resolve strengthened as she scooted back in the chair relaxing her posture once more.

Katherine: “Thank you for trusting me with this Alexander. At least now I can get ahead of it, and know where to focus my investigation if these rumors persist. I think you should have a talk with Wulfric as well. This might be important to your security in the future. He will have different questions than me. I am sure he would appreciate at least a list of names of people you suspected had been involved. That way we can keep potential spies out of our camp.”

Alexander nodded, feeling emotionally drained. He tried to put his focus back on the business of running the team. He only sounded slightly grumpy as he told her.

Alexander: “I have a meeting with Wulfric and Leopold later today. I will speak with them personally about it. Do you have anything else for me?”

Alexander missed the anticipatory gleam in Mabel’s eyes.
Katherine smiled and had to admire his ability to push such a deeply emotional topic back into the past and move on with business. Katherine looked down at her tablet.

Katherine: “After yesterday’s press conference, we were approached by a new potential sponsor. I have forwarded the contract to you for review. It is a men’s fashion company and they are offering an endorsement deal of $10 million euros. There is only one catch.”

Katherine grinned at him and Mabel looked suspiciously like a cat playing with a mouse.

Alexander: “Okay so what is the catch? So far it sounds like a typical sports wear type of sponsorship.”

Katherine chuckled as she informed him of their requirements.

Katherine: “The catch is that it is a line of formal wear for men in business that cater to older men. They want you and Dorian for models. The stipulation is that there is no deal without you. You both would have to agree to model for them in at least one fashion show at fashion week in London and at least one major photo campaign.”

Alexander’s mouth fell open in shock. When he had been in racing he had done the obligatory commercials and photo shoots for sports drinks and alcohol and cars. He had never been asked to do anything with high fashion. His job was now behind the scenes. He could understand them wanting Dorian since he was billed as the gentleman’s racer. Alexander had always been the bad boy of racing and the wild card.

Mabel was laughing her ass off. She pointed at Alexander and confided in Katherine.

Mabel: “Do you know how hard it is to surprise that man? This is priceless!”

Mabel slapped her knee and just laughed before wiping the tears out of her eyes. She turned to Katherine with amusement in her eyes still as she asked her.

Mabel: “Well bless their hearts. They don’t know what they are asking. Do you really think Alexander can pull off high fashion?”

Katherine was amused at both of their reactions. She winked at Mabel.

Katherine: “Evidently the fashion designers were inspired by the press conference. They want to make a whole new line based on Alexander and call it the Knight Collection. They are going to call the line inspired by Dorian the “The Distinguished Gentleman Collection. I know Dorian can handle his bit in this. He will still have to review the contracts and sign them along with Alexander. I didn’t want to send it to him without checking with Alexander first.”

It took Alexander a moment or two to get over the shock. He knew securing sponsorships was going to be a part of his job. He just didn’t think he would be the one in front of the camera again.

Alexander was confused as to why a high fashion company would want racing sponsorships. They were outside the norm for the industry. Alexander shook his head and smiled ruefully at the women.

Alexander: “Help me out here Katherine. Other than the use of Dorian and Myself as models, what does the fashion house want out of the sponsorship in terms of the team?”

Katherine smiled and looked down at her notes before answering.

Katherne: “They want to be named the team’s official designer. They have offered to make all the suits the guys might use for things like charity events, award ceremonies, that kind of thing. Anytime you or they are in public or in a situation that calls for formal wear they want a contract that you will be wearing their designs. They are hoping to attract a new demographic of clients, active middle aged and older men. Their current demographic and target market is conservative older men. They don’t want to compete in the high fashion market for young wearers. They are hoping to attract a demographic somewhere in the middle. They also want to design the team's new racing suits. That is the other mandatory part of the contract.”

Alexander leaned back in his chair as he thought about it. It was certainly different. He didn’t really relish being in the spotlight again but he didn’t really have much choice this deal was too good not to explore it. He winced before he gave a decisive nod.

Alexander: “I will review the contract. It will depend on timing. The appearances at Fashion Week and the photo shoots must be scheduled around the team’s schedule. Races and training come first. They can design the new suits but they will be subject to adhering to racing commission rules and they will have to incorporate the necessary items and materials we require into their designs. They will have to be open to modifications on their designs. Valkyrie retains the right to reject designs that don’t meet our high standards. We have a reputation to maintain. Before I sign the contract I want to see what kind of stuff they design. I am not going down a runway in neon blue feathers!”

Mabel just laughed again and made some notes on her tablet. She knew who would be doing the research for Alexander. Mabel’s voice dripped innocence as she told Alexander.

Mabel: “I don’t know Alexander, you might look very dashing in feathers.”

Katherine was the one laughing now. She made some notes on her tablet as she chuckled.

Katherine: “I don’t know Mabel. I don’t think neon blue is Alexander’s color. Maybe neon green.”

Alexander groaned and growled at them both.

Alexander: “Please don’t encourage her! She will find a way to plant that idea in the designer’s head.”

Mabel glared at Alexander and gave him a look of injured innocence.

Mabel: “Alexander you know I have better taste than that. I would suggest black feathers or white if it was formal wear.”

Katherine just gave up and laughed. She had to admit she was getting to love working with Mabel. She never failed to make her laugh at least once each time she interacted with her.

Alexander just gave up and tried to move them along.

Alexander: “Is there anything else we need to discuss?”

Katherine gave Alexander a serious look before she shook her head no.

Katherine: “That’s all I have for you right now. I will keep monitoring those strange comments on social media. You can count on me Alexander. I will send the contracts to legal for review with your notes. I won’t send them to Dorian and Paul until the contracts are signed. I am working on some good will public relations material for charity and some new potential experiences for race fans. I hope to have the details hammered out for you to review next week sometime. Do you need anything else for now?”

Alexander smiled and shook his head.

Alexander: “Not at the moment. You are doing a great job Katherine. If I think of anything I will reach out.”

Mabel snickered and winked at Katherine.

Mabel: “He means he will ask me to reach out for him. Don’t hesitate to come to me if Alexander is busy. I know where all his skeletons are buried. I helped him hide the bodies after all.”

Alexander groaned knowing Mabel was joking but the look on Katherine’s face said she was not sure how to take that comment.

Katherine: “Umm…..”

Mabel hooted with laughter before winking at Katherine.

Mabel: “Gotcha! Girl you are too easy. I meant you can trust me. This is Alexander’s darkest secret and we both know that. I am here to help Katherine.”

Mabel softened her voice and regained a serious expression.

Mabel: “Seriously though, you two need to lighten up before you both have a heart attack.”

Alexander sighed and just smiled.

Alexander: “On that note, I think our meeting is over. And Mabel… behave. Poor Katherine thought you were serious!”

Mabel just rose gracefully to her feet grabbing her tablet and tucking into the crook of her arm.

Mabel: “Alexander if you wanted me to behave you should have left me in retirement. You should know by now that I am too old and stuck in my ways to change now.”

Mabel gave Katherine a saucy wink before turning and leaving the office.

Katherine was smiling as she left right behind the older woman. Katherine thought she had a new role model in life. She wanted to be like Mabel when she was older and wiser.

Alexander wondered if he was going to survive the women at work who seemed to take great pleasure in surprising him.




Wulfric Gunderson’s Office





Wulfric had arranged to have Leopold and Alexander meet him in his office. He knew his office was secure and bug free. He swept the room daily for listening devices, mini drones, and hidden cameras. The walls of his office had electronic countermeasures built into them to secure conversations. There was a white noise generator and circuits that interrupted any kind of electronic transmission when activated. Wulfric hoped he was just being paranoid but one could never be too careful.

Wulfric had greeted Leopold and Alexander and invited them to have a seat on the small couch in the conversational group that was on one half of his office. He took the chair across from them after pouring them each a glass of aged whiskey. Alexander looked at the glass and then at Wulfric.

Alexander: “I take you think we are going to need this?”

Wulfric just nodded. Leopold watched the interaction and downed the whiskey and motioned for Wulfric to pour him another glass.

Leopold: “Okay rip the band aid off Wulfric.”

Alexander just nodded in agreement as he took a fortifying sip of the smoky flavored whiskey. It was smooth but burned all the way down.

Alexander: “Okay now I am worried. This is a very nice whiskey.”

Wulfric looked serious and laid out what he had found so far.

Wulfric: “First the security guard Ivan who had tried to block Mabel’s entry into the building was doing so as a favor to Miss Guyon. He indicated that Miss Guyon had recruited him with sexual favors and had convinced him that he would be working on the orders of a board member and therefore his ass would be covered because they were your boss. That the board was sending a message about who really had the power here at Valkyrie. Interestingly enough, Ivan never thought to question her on which board member.”

Alexander looked a little disgusted but was not surprised.

Alexander: “I hope you schooled him on how easily he was manipulated by her?”

Wulfric blanched a little with embarrassment since it had been one of his men who had made the mistake.

Wulfric: “Oh yes and then we held an emergency training session for all guards to review the incident. What proper protocols are to follow. We also included additional training on how to spot these kinds of manipulations in the future. Their orders are to call and seek clarification from me even if their orders are from a board member.”

Alexander nodded appreciation in that clarification of how he had worked to resolve the issue and prevent it from happening again.

Leopold looked a little surprised at Wulfric’s choice but couldn’t deny that it made sense to make him the security lynchpin. The man seemed to know the political undercurrents within the team

Wulfric moved on to his next person of interest.

Wulfric: “Miss Guyon was wholly Maier’s creature. From what I can tell she made herself an easy target for his manipulation by sleeping with him for a promotion. She then helped hide Maier’s abuses. If he said bury a complaint, the paper trail disappeared and the staff member was let go. She was Maier’s cutout for a lot. She did a lot of his dirty work for him. It is her name on most of the paperwork I found. I then found emails from him to her telling her to handle it. Maier had developed a code that he could insert into the email and once it was read, it would delete itself from the main system. He had given her the promotion and was paying her additional bribes under the table telling her they were thank you gifts from appreciative board members. He made an error in choosing her. Miss Guyon was not very bright and didn’t hide her digital tracks very well. Neither one knew about the backup servers that are located in my office. No one has access to them but me and the board president. We are the only two who even know about them. She did manage to erase the files from the main system but forgot to check the memory cache and temporary files. She was a nasty vindictive piece of work. I have managed to recover video from her interacting with employees in meetings and in the hallways that substantiate her being fired.”

Alexander’s lip curled in disgust he had hated the woman on sight. He had really wanted to turn Mabel loose on the woman but he felt Mabel had enough revenge after seeing her escorted from the building in disgrace.

Leopold looked concerned. How had all this happened on his watch? He had not been paying close enough attention. Or was his attention deliberately being focused elsewhere. He contemplated that as Wulfric continued.

Wulfric looked smug as he admitted to them both.

Wulfric: “I won’t lie. I took great pleasure in escorting them both from the building.”

Wulfric had a satisfied look on his face with the memory. Wulfric sighed and looked worried as he moved on.

Wulfric: “Bernard Maier was smart and clever. He had set up Miss Guyon to take the fall for his actions. Maier was taking bribes from someone. I have his bank account information to prove that. The bribes to Miss Guyon were taken from company accounts. He was embezzling funds from the payroll. Instead of embedding fake employees, he kept the employees who had been let go for filing harassment and discrimination complaints on the books and funneled their paychecks into an account controlled by him. Reviewing Miss Guyon’s accounts showed the activity. When I investigated the other account, it was owned by Bernard Maier. Maier’s bribes are coming from one of those countries where banking account information is privileged and you need to be God to get it. I can’t find out who owns the account. I don’t know who was bribing him.”

Alexander looked concerned at how complex this conspiracy went and wondered how long it had been going on at Valkyrie.

Leopold looked poleaxed by the information. He had expected Maier had something to hide. The embezzlement was more what he was expecting. He had not expected a complex set up that included bribes. He wasn’t surprised that there was a high placed spy or mole within the organization. The fact he was taking bribes though suggests he answered to someone else.

Wulfric: “I don’t like the implications of that but I have no way to move that part of the investigation forward. Dr. Zimmerman’s abuses are well documented in the files that Maier and Guyon thought they had deleted. I will send a summary of findings to you. Interestingly enough, Dr. Zimmerman had been hired and came in on recommendation from former board member Amantas. I didn’t find evidence that Dr. Zimmerman was being bribed. He was just an asshole who had someone powerful covering for him. I wish I knew why. It could be that Dr. Zimmerman was smart enough to keep the account he received bribes in away from all his doings with Valkyrie. I can’t track what I don’t know about. I can hire a private investigator to look into his property holdings but that is all I could find on the good doctor. Dr. Zimmerman avoided social media. He doesn’t have much of an online presence at all. So again that is all I could find out from our systems. I can tell you that Dr. Zimmerman met for lunch once a month with Amantas. I am willing to bet that Amantas was who Dr. Zimmerman was reporting too and who was bribing him. Again I have no idea why.”

Alexander tossed back the rest of the whiskey. It sat sourly in his stomach. He didn’t like the implications from what Wulfric had found out but what could they do?

Leopold leaned heavily back into the couch. He felt like he had been punched in the gut.

Leopold: “Amantas was one of the board members that had pushed using drugs to artificially enhance pilots through chemical means. Amantas was the representative from Brimex Corporation. Chemical manufacturing is one of the things that they are known for. After the altercation with Knight, he stepped down. He said he couldn’t work with Knight. That he was an asshole. So he stepped down so the company wouldn’t suffer.”

Leopold shared what little news he might have to add to the mix.

Wulfric shook his head in aggravation. “Well you can bet there is a connection there. I just don’t have a clue what it is though.”

Alexander sighed and looked down.

Alexander: “Well now I get to add to your bad news. Katherine and Mabel talked me into sharing this story with you both.”

He looked up and met both men’s eyes with a serious expression. His tone was hard as steel as he continued.

Alexander: “I need your word you will not reveal what I am going to share with you. I have been under an NDA and have not been able to talk about this. I will remind you of your NDAs to Valkyrie as well. I mean not one word till hear more back from legal.”

Leopold blanched as the color drained from his face. He was not sure how much more bad news he could take today. Leopold sighed before he responded.

Leopold: “You have my word. No one will hear about it from me.”

Wulfric just nodded as he told Alexander.

Wulfric: “You know the more people that know about a secret the more likely it is to get out right?”

Alexander flinched but at the same time, this was a secret that needed to come out. It was a thorn that had gotten infected. Maybe if it came to light he could finally begin to heal from those events all those years ago. Alexander’s voice was once more full of pain, sadness, and anger today as he recalled the events from his past.

Alexander: “Leopold I know you are aware of part of the story but you don’t know this piece. Audrick Mulder and I met on the racing circuit. He was my competition and my best friend. We were almost inseparable off the track. The year that Audrick died he and I were in the top 5 contenders for the title. Audrick and I were neck and neck taking one and two consistently. The team I was racing for back then had hired a new crew chief and engineer at the start of the season. The team owner was hungry for a win. He seemed desperate for it. They had pressured me to drive more aggressively. They wanted me to shirk some of the safety protocols to go faster. They wanted me to use dirty dangerous tactics on the track. I told them no. I had gone over to Audrick’s team paddock the night before the championship race to wish him luck. When I was coming out, I saw one of my team’s mechanics coming out of Audrick’s garage. I didn’t think anything of it at the time. Mechanics back then would often borrow a missing tool from a friend on another team or a part they needed. The next day a few laps into the race Audrick’s ship jerked hard to the right and lifted off the track. On the fourth bounce the craft exploded. I can’t prove anything. But I know in my guy the team owner and crew chief are somehow responsible for what happened that day. I confronted them about what I saw later that day. They cited the NDA and told me I couldn’t talk to anyone about it. I quit right then and there and refused to race anymore. They sued me for breach of contract. Katherine shared with me that rumors are surfacing on Social Media that while I was cleared of any wrongdoing that there is evidence out there that the team I raced for had the investigation into Audrick’s death shut down. She felt that you both should know what is going on.”

Leopold was staring at Alexander. He looked angry.

Wulfric looked contemplative but not surprised.

Alexander sounded so pain ridden and guilty.

Alexander: “Leopold there is nothing you can tell me that I haven’t already thought of myself. I still think what if I had said something to Audrick. Would he have had them double check his ship? Would he still be here? You should know I told Alicia the truth, She deserved to know. She was sworn to secrecy about it. She was worried they might target Paul to keep her silent.”

Leopold looked even angrier than before as he raged at Alexander.

Leopold: “You should have come to me. I could have helped you Alexander. What you are describing is outside the legal bounds of the NDA. The investigation would have taken legal precedence over the NDA.”

Leopold softened his voice and put a comforting hand on Alexander’s shoulder.

Leopold: “I don’t think for a minute that you had anything to do with Audrick’s death. I saw the way you two were together. He was like a brother to you. You loved him. That explains a lot to me about why Alicia was so afraid to let Paul race and why she insisted you be his crew chief.”

Wulfric looked from one man to the other and looked confused.

Wulfric: “Wait a minute. I thought you recruited Alexander. What does Paul’s mother have to do with this?”

Alexander sighed and gave Wulfric another look.

Alexander: “This is another secret you need to keep Wulfric. Paul must never know. Paul’s mother Alicia had tried to keep him from racing because she was afraid that he would be manipulated into severe augmentations, the bad kind you can’t back from. Or that his crew chief would try similar dangerous tactics with him putting his life at risk. So she undercut his confidence by withholding her blessing on the grounds that she didn’t want to lose him like his father to racing. Paul was determined to become a racer like his father. This is his rookie year in the pro circuit. She felt safe letting him come to Valkyrie because she trusted Leopold. She didn’t trust Dominic Ricci. Her refusal to give him her blessing was affecting Paul’s performance. She explained to Leopold that she would only give it if I was his crew chief.”

Leopold looked at Wulfric who was looking more pole axed.

Wulfric had thought he was already dealing with secrets but they just kept coming.

Wulfric: “I understand the need for secrecy. I am the chief of security for crying out loud. Damn Knight, can you bring me any easy issues to solve?”

Leopold was deep in thought but he parroted Alexander’s sentiment.

Leopold: “Wulfric, Paul can never know. It would hurt his relationship with his mother.”

Leopold paused before he shared his thoughts aloud.

Leopold: “Why are these rumors surfacing now? That wreck was one that changed safety regulations but it hasn’t been talked about for years. The only reason it is being talked about now, is your return to racing. So why these rumors about the investigation being squashed? We have seen the rumors resurfaced that you had something to do with the crash too. Wulfric keep your ear to the ground about these rumors. Discreetly hire a good private investigator you can trust. Put them under an ironclad NDA. I want them to investigate Maier, Amantas, and Zimmerman. If they find anything on Audrick’s death and that investigation, I want that too.”

Wulfric tossed back his whiskey.

Wulfric: “I will check into it. I will call a few veterans I trust who might be interested in the work. Would it be okay if I put them on the payroll?”

Alexander nodded before Leopold could answer.

Alexander: “Yes, hire them as a security guard so they get a paycheck. Give them a company card for expenses but tell them to keep the receipts. If I see anything extravagant or out of the ordinary, he better have a damn good explanation. When this is over, you can always use a second in command around here.”

Leopold was startled that Alexander had beat him to the punch but he liked his solution.

Leopold: “I like it. He is right. If something happens to you, I am not sure I can trust in the guards.”

Wulfric looked thoughtful. He did have some mid level guards but no one with as much authority and access as he did. They had a point.

Wulfric nodded. “Okay I can do that. Do you have any more bad news to lay on me?”

Leopold laughed and pointed his finger at Wulfric.

Leopold: “I agree with Wulfric. Do I need any more of his fine whiskey?”

Alexander looked grumpy as he confided in the two of them.

Alexander: “Yes you can talk me out of accepting this new high fashion sponsor that wants to dress me up in a monkey suit to strut down a runway for them. I am the crew chief damn it not the pilot!”

Wulfric held up his hands back away laughing shaking his head no.

Wulfric: “No sir, I suspect Miss Mabel Brown had something to say about this. I am not angering that woman. I would be afraid to lose some precious body parts.”

Leopold just laughed his ass off amused at Alexander’s expense. His voice was full of laughter as he told Alexander.

Leopold: “Nope sorry I can’t do that. Do you have any more good news for me?”

Alexander glowered at Leopold as he answered Leopold.

Alexander: “Company morale is up. The pilots started the new training regime today. The new simulator is already up. They are taking baseline testing today on it.”

Leopold looked at Alexander with pleased surprise.

Leopold: “Well that was more good news. I didn’t expect them to get the new simulator up for at least another few weeks. How did you make that happen so fast?”

Alexander grinned at Leopold as he explained.

Alexander: “Board members from the European Space Union donated a training rig for the techs to cannibalize and new medical sensors were donated by Biomatter International by Steindl. The only catch was we had to share the research data with them. I thought it was a win-win. So I accepted their help.”

Leopold smiled at Alexander.

Leopold: “That is good news to hear after Tuesday.”

Wulfric just laughed at the two of them.

Wulfric: “Well if we are done with our super not so secret meeting. I have some recruiting to do.”

Alexander set his tumbler on the coffee table. He grumbled good naturedly at Wulfric.

Alexander: “I think that is our exit cue. Keep me in the loop as you find things out Wulfric. Remember not a word to anyone. This shit is need to know only. And those who absolutely need to know… know.”

Leopold rose to his feet and followed Alexander’s lead towards the door.

Leopold: “Thank you for the whiskey Wulfric.”

The two men left the office leaving Wulfric to his work.




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Vogue Europe: Vogue has heard unsubstantiated rumors that the Enigma Lux Fashion House is seeking a sponsorship and endorsement deal with Valkyrie AGR Sport. Insider sources at Enigma Lux state that the contracts would include the new crew chief Alexander Knight.

OfficeDrone#12: What the hell? Isn’t Enigma Lux a high fashion mens wear brand?
SuperfanAGR54: I have never heard of a crew chief being part of an endorsement deal.
DantheMan: NO! You are ruining AG Racing! Fashion does not belong in racing!
Superfan2075: I am confused. Suits and tuxedos?.
DadBod89: I agree with superfan high fashion does not belong in racing. No monkey suits for me!
Hater101: This is proof! No self respecting man wants to wear a (censored) tie!
Papabear34: I may have to stop watching racing.
Nana2050: purrs I would like to see Knight in a suit.
GeorgeFly: I have no words.
ValkyrieFan56: I wouldn’t mind seeing Dorian and Paul dressed up in tuxedos.
Weedhead81: Knight my man…you are truly (censored).
SexyM@m@5: Oh this is great news. Oh yes please. Dorian in a suit!
Paulmulder4eva: Can your sources tell us where the photoshoots will be?
Britball12: Suits in racing? What the hell!
BatDave: My alter ego Bruce Wayne wears suits.
!YouSlow!: This is a sure sign of how the times have changed.
xImFasterthanUx: Maybe it is time to take up a new hobby. Like fishing!
AGInthusiast: @xImFasterthanUx Maybe i will join you on the lake.
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Friday March 10th, 2094


Soundtrack: The Climb - Miley Cyrus




Paul felt like he had been in a holding pattern after the Auckland race. He had flown home to spend some time with his mother before he had to be back at headquarters for the press conference. It had been a surprisingly pleasant visit. They discussed racing and the usual tension between them was not there. His mother listened to his experiences and asked questions that showed she had watched the race. In the past his mother would have arranged a party or an outing of some kind. This time it was just the two of them. It was the most relaxed he had been with his mother since he had started racing.

He could tell that it still bothered her that he was racing but she was no longer actively standing in his way. Her support had changed the dynamic in their relationship. They had a long serious conversation about her worries and he had been honest with her. He had a much better understanding of his mother than he ever had before. She had explained what she knew about his father’s death. She also explained to him what Knight had told her about that night all those years ago. She had sworn him to secrecy about it. She told him that he could trust Alexander Knight. Paul had told her that he would try but they were still getting to know one another. The information she had shared also made him angry. All these years he had thought his father’s death had been a tragic accident. Now he thought there might have been more sinister influences involved. He might never know but he would be careful and project himself.

Paul had decided he wanted to drive back to headquarters from his mother's home. He had wanted to feel the vehicle underneath him. It made him feel closer to his father who had raced formula one before antigravity. He had developed a love of classic cars and had inherited his father’s collection. He had chosen to drive his father’s classic 2020 Bugatti. He had it converted to use biofuel so he could continue to drive it. Feeling the rush of speed that came from the power of its racing engine and the friction of the tires on the pavement. It just did something that made him feel connected to his past and his father. The rest of the world seemed to fade away as it was just him and the open road. He always felt as if his father's was riding with him in the passenger seat. It always relaxed him to drive.

He thought the press conference had gone well. Paul was still playing neutral but he was warming up to Alexander Knight. He had gotten to know Dorian better as well. They were getting along okay. Dorian had seemed to relax finally and showed he had a sense of humor occasionally. He wasn’t surprised to be asked to stick around headquarters and to work out of the training facility. He had an apartment on campus so he could do so. He had been surprised to get an email notifying him that he was needed for a team meeting in the training facility on Friday. He had gotten Alexander’s video message like the rest of the employees.

He was grateful that Alexander finally shared his plan to make changes. Not knowing had left him feeling unsettled. He had just stepped into the pro league and was left feeling like he didn’t know what was expected of him. He knew what Dominic Ricci had wanted from him and what methods he was willing to go through to get it. Paul would at least admit to himself that Ricci’s methods made him a little nervous. He wanted to win and be competitive but he felt that Ricci’s methods were an impairment to his skills, not a support. The drugs he wanted him to use made him feel jittery and out of focus. Knight still needed to fill Paul and Dorian in on the details.

Paul had shown up for the meeting and was surprised to see the entire medical and training teams waiting. He had been a good sport when the training team shoved a frankensteined practice suit into his arms and told him to go change. It was similar to his standard suit but it had obviously had some additional sensors and circuitry added to it. Paul had noticed the new simulator as well. It looked very different to the previous version. He was curious about how it worked and what the changes would be. After he came out of the dressing room, he joined Dorian. The support personnel gathered around them. It was the first time that Paul had seen them so excited as a group. Normally he saw one or two of them. This was the first time he had seen the entire group together. It was obvious they were excited about the changes. Their excitement was contagious as their warm chatter surrounded them.

Paul exchanged amused glances with Dorian. Then Alexander had arrived and the excitement level in the training room went up. Paul smiled as he was carried along with the crowd. Paul listened carefully as Alexander finally began to share the details that he had been hoping for. He looked confused. He was already training in the simulator. They were already on a strict diet. Free diving techniques? How was that supposed to help him as an antigravity racer? Paul shared his confusion as the team explained the plan in more detail and answered his questions. He was willing to put in the time and train harder. He was willing to put in the work to get better.

Paul was getting excited about the new simulator. He couldn't wait to try it out. He slapped Dorian on the back and told him he would race him to the pool later. He was eager to get into the simulator. He wanted to know how much better it would be than the current simulator. The current simulator was a virtual reality full immersion rig but it lacked something compared to the real experience. Paul listened to Alexander explain what he wanted them to work on and do. He understood the need for the team to do some research with them on the new simulator. He was skeptical about the gains from some of the other things they were going to try but like Dr. Thorkelson said, what could it hurt to try? Paul had been off campus on Tuesday morning when all the drama at headquarters had happened. He had heard about it though from some of the employees. So he could understand why Knight was hammering home the point they were one team. He had met pilots who were primadonnas and thought everyone was there to serve them at their beck and call. Paul respected the team and the hard work they put in to help him. Finally Alexander released them to go back to his office.

Paul was eager to try the simulator but they wanted Dorian to go first. He fidgeted as he waited for his turn. He paced around the room as he waited. Finally it was Paul’s turn. He put his helmet on and the technicians moved around him as they connected his suit to the simulator. Paul braced himself as they plugged in his neural port on the side of his skull. There was always a rush as his consciousness seemed to expand. The information that came rushing in with the neural link established was almost overwhelming. Paul had trained to help him adjust and use the information. He took a few moments to breathe deeply and focus on his connection with the craft.

Paul could tell the difference between the old simulator and the new one right away. He had no clue what programming, sensors, or voodoo they used but the simulated environment felt more real like when he was connected to the ship. The previous virtual reality simulator didn’t provide as much information as he got from the ship. The input he was receiving from this simulator even though they were being fed in via the computer programming felt like he was getting the same telemetry from the ship. Then the trainer cleared him to start and suddenly he was back in Auckland racing from the back of the pack.

He could feel the g forces pulling at his body and slamming him around inside the simulator. His adrenaline spiked just as if he was in the ship on the track. He whooped and laughed as he put the ship through its paces. He could tell it was a simulator though. His ship’s systems were tuned to how he operated. The simulator seemed to be lacking those tweaks that the mechanics made the ship that much better. The simulator was still better than before. Before he knew it, the simulation had ended and the technicians were climbing all around the rig to unhook him. He took a deep breath and exhaled sharply as they unplugged his neural chip. He climbed out of the cockpit and began to give feedback to the team.

Paul: “When do I get to use it again?”

Dr. Ainsworth: “We need to pour over the data from the baseline runs. Then you and Dorian will be given a schedule for training that will include time in the simulator.”

The technicians proceeded to nick pick the details of his experience. It took him almost an hour to satisfy everyone’s questions. Then it was time to get his daily workout done. He loved running and had no issues with the treadmill. He was not fond of circuit training but he knew it was necessary for stamina and strength. To his surprise it was not just Agnes Poulsen, his physical trainer who came to work with him and Dorian. They were joined by Sasha Volkova, the team Physical Therapist, Dr. Ainsworth the team Cognitive Neural Specialists, and Dr. Ishikawa the Augmentation Technician. He was curious what was going to change now.

Dr. Ainsworth smiled at Paul and explained what was going to happen now.

Dr. Ainsworth: “Alright Paul we are going to try something new with you this morning. We are going to try combining some old fashioned techniques from our various disciplines. In the past physical therapy was used to help heal existing injuries. The exercises in physical therapy were targeted exercises to strengthen the muscles around an injured area to prevent reinjury and regain lost function. There is a branch of physical therapy that was designed to help people recover fine motor skills. They used targeted exercises to strengthen and regain lost dexterity and agility. There are therapies that were developed to help those who had a stroke regain the ability to speak and lost motor function. These therapies could rebuild neural pathways, reconnecting the body to the brain. Cognitive therapies were and are still used to help those suffering from diseases such as Alzheimers and Dementia. Cognitive therapies work to help the elderly and people suffering from these diseases to retain mental awareness and flexibility. It helps them maintain decision making and function. We will be combining these techniques with the hopes of training your body and mind to build and strengthen new neural pathways between your body and your neural chip while improving your speed and reflexes. We are also hoping to help you improve your reaction times and reflexes by building muscle memory and faster cognitive response times. For the first part of this session, you will be running on the treadmill and playing a video game at the same time. We are also going to plug your neural chip into the game. The object is to keep running while you play the game using your neural chip. As you get used to it, then we will increase the complexity. Then you will move into circuit training and will be adding the new exercises from Sasha to help build twitch muscle response. While you are working out today, we will be asking you math questions and the like to engage your brain along with your body. Agnes will be putting you through your normal workout and be in charge of ensuring proper form. Ready to try it?”

Paul was intrigued as he listened to their explanation. Hell, if it worked for people who were suffering from a stroke, it had to do something for him. It couldn’t hurt. He was amused to think that therapies used to treat such debilitating illnesses would be used to help athletes win.

Paul just smiled and nodded. Paul: “It sounds interesting. Let’s try it.”




It was over an hour later and Paul was sweating profusely and trying to suck air into his lungs. He was slamming down water as fast as he could drink it. That was the hardest workout he had ever endured. He was both physically and mentally exhausted. It was a lot more difficult for him than he had thought it would be. It is one to focus on your form while you are running and letting your mind wander where it will or thinking over a problem. It is another to keep running while trying to solve complex problems quickly. He had stumbled and almost fallen at times. His neural chip was feeding him biofeedback information such as his blood pressure, heart rate, and oxygen levels.

After a quick shower, Paul had been in the pool. Agnes had him doing some special deep breathing exercises before retrieving colored weights from the bottom of the pool. After another shower, to get the chlorine off. Paul was put into the hyperbaric chamber for his first oxygenation session. He had some time to reflect about the day and on the changes. Paul could definitely see how this training would benefit him in the long run. He had thought he was already in top condition and had everything dialed in. This was taking what he thought was possible to new heights. Paul was determined to work harder than ever before.




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Victory Laps Racing News: The Valkyrie AGR Sport Engineering Division was seen at The Drunken Dragon. Head Engineer, Felix Burkhart and Head Mechanic, Helga Stumpf were identified, out celebrating with the team at a local bar.

(Below the post is a picture of all of Valkyrie’s engineers and mechanics shooting beer and shots together. Felix, Helga, Inga, and Anton all had drinks in their hands, shooting shots at the same time. Others were seen playing darts and pool in the background with half empty beer mugs around them. The only two identified in the picture by the agency are Felix and Helga. Those who work at Valkyrie will spot the whole team in the picture.)


OfficeDrone#12: I wonder what they were celebrating?
SuperfanAGR54: This must mean good news for us fans. What are they celebrating?
DantheMan: Well the engineers seem okay. They like beer.
Superfan2075: I am excited. I want to know why they are celebrating.
DadBod89: I might be able to forgive monkey suits. At least someone there drinks beer!
Hater101: How is this news?
Papabear34: I am good with this. Plus BEER! The question is was it good beer?
Nana2050: Well the team certainly looks happy. That’s good.
GeorgeFly: I can get behind a team who likes their beer.
ValkyrieFan56: Oh, nice. I wonder if they hang out there a lot?
Weedhead81: Well at least his crew knows how to let their hair down.
SexyM@m@5: Does Dorian go out with the team?
Paulmulder4eva: Can you tell us if Paul ever goes out with the team? Where is the Drunken Dragon?
Britball12: Okay at least this makes sense. Beer + Racing = Normal
BatDave: I am Batman and Batman likes beer.
!YouSlow!: The Drunken Dragon? What kind of racing team hangs out at a local pub called the Drunken Dragon? What are
they, a Dungeons and Dragons playing group? Are they going to break out the dice next?
xImFasterthanUx: Well if the engineers are celebrating, the next race is one to watch.
AGInthusiast: Well Knight is doing something right if his team is out celebrating together.

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Tuesday March 16th, 2094, 10:28 local
Buenos Aires, AR
”The Ranch” (Carrera Condor Formula AG Team headquarters)
Ava and Bea sat on a couch in team-branded polos and capris, a window with a view of the actual ranch near the team’s facility and the loops of the city’s AG circuit as their backdrop.
”Hello. I am Ava Villarosa.” They both waved to the camera.
”Hi, I’m Bea Ward, and we’re doing this, because… long story short, we broke the sim.”
”You broke the sim.”
”It was your idea.”
”You were driving.”
”You’re supposed to be the wise, level-headed one here.”
”They can’t pay me enough to keep you under control.”
Throughout the exchange, both drivers were cracking up, Bea finally losing it.
”That’s fair. Long story told in full, we wanted to see how fast the ship can go with some of the new upgrades we’ve got cooking, that meant no braking for turn one, wall… and we broke the sim.” She explained after calming down.
”It ran out of memory computing the physics of the impact and crashed.” Ava clarified.
”And in the meantime, PR had an idea to pass the time while it gets reset.”
Bea turned to someone off camera. ”You didn’t just google ‘is driver name’ and ‘does driver name’ five minutes ago and copy whatever it suggested, did you?”
“No… Not quite.” Came a Spanish-accented man’s voice off-camera.

“First question: Would you rather drive a ship that oversteers or understeers?”
”Oversteer is faster.”
”Oversteer is more fun.” Both replied without a pause to think.

“Permanent course or street track?”
”Permanent course, they tend to flow better, street tracks like to get awkward because you have to work with the corners you have.”
”Permanent course. I like space on the outside.”
”I need to get you in a Rally car for a stage one day.” Bea smiled at Ava.
”No.” The Chilean replied unamused by the offer.

“Beat the reigning champion once, or beat your teammate consistently throughout the season?”
”Beat my teammate.”
”Betrayal…” Bea shook her head with a gasp, ”No, same answer. If all you have is one flash in the pan it means nothing, doesn’t matter who you beat.” She gave the serious answer.

“Win from first or win from last?”
”Win from last.”
”Really?”
”The end result is the same, but the journey to get there is more fun both for me and the fans.”
”I’ll take win from first. A win’s a win, and from first is less stressful.”

“Win by a large margin or by last lap overtake?”
”Large margin. Same reason as previous question.”
”Last lap overtake. Also the same reason.”

“Give up your favorite meal for life or have to eat it every day for a year?”
”Ooooh, that’s diabolical… But I’ll take eating it every day.”
”I’d give it up. You’d get sick of it in the first few months.”
”Yeah, but it’s only a year, I can look forward to it ending, not eating it for a year and then it’s all back to normal.”
”True.”
”What is your favourite meal?”
”Tomates rellenos. Stuffed tomatoes, best with sweetcorn, tuna and hardboiled egg. Yours is definitely going to be something sweet.”
”Stargazy pie.”
”What?!” Ava almost gagged at the thought.
”Got you.” Bea snickered. ”Battenberg cake. It’s an almond sponge cake with jam, covered in marzipan.”

“Be a scientist or an artist?”
”Scientist. Or engineer, that’s just applied science.”
”Already am an artist, so that’s that. I don’t have the brains for the smart stuff.”
“Leadership might not be happy to hear that.” The off-camera team member joked.
”They knew what they were getting into.” She grinned in response.

“These last two are from Bea’s social media comments-”
”Oh no, it’s going off the rails.” Bea laughed, only half-joking.

“Hold a snake or a large spider?”
”The only way to win is to not play.”
“You have to choose one.”
”Uuuhh… If it’s a constrictor, the snake, otherwise the spider.”
”The spider. They’re adorable.” Bea shot Ava a puzzled glance, shaking her head in disbelief.

“And the final one: Would you prefer a tall or short partner?”
”Is this something you’re asked regularly?”
”I get worse.” Bea shrugged, ”You don’t?”
”You’re the social media creature, there’s a reason I’m not too active there.” Ava shook her head
”Maybe Matías wants to know but is scared to ask you directly?” She pointed at someone off-screen, almost immediately breaking out into giggles, accompanied by a few off-screen chuckles. ”Shame there’s no camera on you, mate, that was quite a face.”
”Someone my height I guess.”
”If that was what it came down to, tall. Those high shelves in my kitchen can be a battle.”

“And we’ll end this with a challenge.” Hands appeared from each side of the screen, handing each of the racers a sheet of A4 paper. “Each of you will have 60 seconds to make a paper plane. Whichever one flies farther wins.”
”Already won.”
”Confident. I know you were a test pilot, but I’ll have you know I have recent and extensive practice in making paper planes.”
”From where?”
”Physics and maths class.”
”Should’ve guessed.”
Both drivers turned to face away from each other, Bea immediately getting to work while Ava just sat there, reading the paper she was given. ”I like how this is just notes for organizing yesterday’s meeting.”
“We reuse and recycle here at Carrera Condor AG.”

Bea spent the minute working, Ava simply throwing something together in 20 seconds.
“Time’s up. Let’s see how you did. Since Ava answered the last question first, Bea, you’re up.”
It was a respectable effort at just shy of four couch lengths, or so it seemed until Ava stepped up to the line, scrunched up her plane into a ball and launched it clean across the room like a baseball pitcher to a chorus of laughter.
”You win.” Bea shook Ava’s hand while still wiping tears of laughter from her eyes.
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Monday March 13th, 2094


Soundtrack: Through the Fires and Flames - DragonForce




Felix had slept in and was two hours late to work this morning. He wouldn’t be surprised if half his department had called out sick. Felix had suggested that the mechanics and engineers bury the hatchet by spending some time together. They had decided some alcohol to reduce tensions and get people talking wouldn’t be a bad thing. Then someone had started placing bets on the pool and darts and that became a team drinking game. By the end of the evening it had worked. They were all just team Valkyrie not engineers and mechanics. The team had gotten into a minor bar brawl but had been kind enough to take it outside. He wasn’t sure if the Drunken Dragon would be happy to see them again. Felix felt as if his head was going to explode and his mouth felt like a writing out dirty dish rag. He had managed to panic and shower and get to work. He still managed to look wrinkled and disheveled. Felix had grabbed pants and a shirt from the bedroom floor. He was wrinkled and his shirt was misbuttoned. His hair was only combed in place because he had showered.

Felix had just swiped his card to enter the Engineering Department when Mabel showed up pushing a cart full of trays, coffee cups, and a thermos of coffee.

Mabel gave Felix a wicked grin as she gave him a hearty loud good morning greeting.

Felix winced and swayed as his head thumped in time with his heart beat. Felix's voice squeaked out in pain.

Felix: “Not so loud.. Please..”

Mabel laughed uproariously at the pain in Felix’s voice. Mabel followed Felix as he pushed open the door and held it open for her. She pushed the cart into the room. She looked around and could see that the team that had made it into work so far were all in rough shape. Mabel noted that Helga had her hair up in a messy bun which looked stiff like something had been spilled in it. Inga had what looked like a magic marker mustache. Zane looked like he had just woken up in the corner. Christopher’s fly was down and his shirttail was pulled through the front of it. Isabella was asleep on a pile of tarps. Colton had his feet up on a chair and his head was on his jacket like a pillow. It looked like the evening had ended here. Mabel smiled as she looked around knowingly at the team. Mabel motioned all of them to come towards her.

Mabel: “I come bearing gifts.”

Mabel lifted the covers off the piles of buttered toast, scrambled eggs, bacon, coffee, and donuts. Mabel smiled as she saw some eyes light up in pleasure.

Mabel: “This should help your hangovers. I hope your libation excess experiments helped you solve some of those problems you were working on. I thought about letting you all suffer. But I was young once too.”

Helga came over and hugged Mabel before pouring a cup of coffee for herself.

Helga: “I will forgive you for bringing me the nectar of the gods that I so richly need this morning. Bless you.”

Felix almost pushed Helga out of his way as he helped himself to a cup. He sipped and sighed as the warmth seemed to trickle all the way to his toes. He closed his eyes and was hugging his cup. Felix told Mabel in an absent minded tone.

Felix: “You are a goddess among women.”

The others began to help themselves to the food and coffee Mabel had brought them from the cafeteria.

Felix finally opened his eyes and noticed that Mabel was still standing there staring at him. He smiled at her before speaking to her in an excited voice.

Felix: “We did have a breakthrough. Can you arrange a meeting with Alexander for….”

Felix turned to Helga and the team. “Can we get it done by Wednesday?”

Mabel was amused as some excited yeses and a few groans of maybe and a one only if they lived through today.

Felix: “For Wednesday afternoon. We have something we would like to show him.”

Mabel just grinned and nodded as she replied.

Mabel: “Of course Felix. Please be sure to return the dishes and cart to the cafeteria for Jaques when you are done with it.”

Felix remembered his manners and told her gratefully with an embarrassed look on his face.

Felix: “Thank you Mabel. We all appreciate it.”

Mabel just nodded regally and turned to leave.

Mabel: “I will send you a calendar invite for the meeting.”

Mabel deliberately paused in the doorway and turned around to smile at all the faces that were now awake and watching her. She cackled evilly with a wicked grin as she told them.

Mabel: “You should know there is security footage of last night. “ She paused again before emphasizing, “Thank you all for the entertainment.”

Mabel left to a room full of dropped jaws and open mouths. She was pretty sure it was Maximillian who said, “Oh great hairy balls of fire!”




Alexander was working in his office. He was using the large viewscreen on the wall. He used the technology in the office to replay the footage from the Auckland Race. He was watching the race from different angles. Different channels had been following different racers for parts of it. He was working hard to analyze all the footage he could find. He wanted to get an idea of the competition. What were their strengths and their racing styles? Alexander’s job was to look at and see the big picture. There was so much more to a successful racing team than just winning pilots. There was more to it than good engineers. There were a lot of moving parts to a race team. This was where his experience on the track as a former racer might help his team.

Yes there was AI and computers to put all this analysis through but they couldn’t provide gut instinct and intuition. If it was all about computers, then there would be no need for a pilot. There was still that mysterious human intuition and instinct that just couldn’t be duplicated. Augmentations might improve a human’s speed, strength, and ability to withstand more physical abuse but it augmentations couldn’t replace instinct. That bone deep almost precognitive choice to go right versus left. It is that part of the human psyche that ducks to avoid a blow you don’t see coming. Cops and soldiers saw it all the time in their line of work. Alexander had experienced that himself. It was hard to explain to anyone who had never seen it or experienced it. Racers all had to have that IT factor. That factor, that instinct that told them to save energy during this part of the race or to go outside or inside on a turn to make it around a competitor.

Racing was like watching any great sports competition, there was an art form to it. When a team was having a good day, it was like they knew where each other was going to be before they needed to be there. Passes from one teammate to another were flawless, the game seemed effortless. Racers who had that instinct and talent knew when to hit the throttle, when to add the brakes, and when to conserve energy. Like all good artists, racers all had a distinctive style that was their own.

Silver Apex sits at the top of the pack for good reason. They have a well rounded craft and pilots with augmentations that can handle it. Amy Stirling is not only good, she has the drive, augmentations, and ship to back her up. She has good instincts on the track. If Amy has one flaw, Alexander would say it is over confidence. She is almost arrogant about being at the top of the pack these days. If a few of the other teams manage to solve their issues with their ships, they will be real contenders. Amy will finally face some real challenges on the race course. Until that happens, Amy doesn’t really see anyone as true competition. Alexander can see her making good decisions on the track. She is good. There is no doubt about that. Amy is helped by augmentations. If there is ever a technical issue with her augmentations, that could be a fatal flaw for Amy. Unlike Amy her copilots can’t ever seem to measure up. Amy Stirling is the golden goose for Silver Apex. They seem to go through secondary pilots like a runner goes through shoes. Amy’s rough and hard to work with reputation are only sufferable because of her results. If she stops winning, Silver Apex sponsors may go elsewhere. Especially with the lackluster performance of the secondary pilots. They don’t seem to stick around long enough to really become a part of the team. Morale might be weaker inside the Silver Apex team that is known. Silver Apex was dominating and because of that sponsors were willing to throw their money at winning teams which means they are associated with results. What happens if Silver Apex gets knocked off that pedestal?

Al Saqr Racing Team. Kais Zenix was a super aggressive driver. He attacked the course and everything on it as it is an obstacle in his way. Layla Al-Nadir is calculating and makes educated decisions. She is cool under pressure and driven to succeed. Where Kais is charging every corner and pushing his ship to get faster and faster, Layla is calculating energy needs, and where she can push the ship to get the most of its poor handling. Layla is very similar to Amy Stirling and they both have the same fatal flaw. If something happens to their augmentations during a race, they will be in trouble. The Al Saqr team doesn’t hide that it relies on pilot modifications to get the most out of their ships. If their team manages to solve their handling issues, they will be a top contender. Layla managed to get the podium with a ship that has poor handling. There was no doubt in Alexander’s mind that she was a match for Amy Stirling. Al Saqr was a solid team that, like Southern Cross, had the backing of the local population. They represented their culture and people and because of that had solid support from the fans in the Middle East. This made them attractive to Middle Eastern sponsors.

The Southern Cross Racing Team was another team to watch as Nora Kelly demonstrated at Auckland when she managed a podium finish. Southern Cross ships had good speed, handling, and energy systems. Their ships suffered with stability which made consistency difficult for pilots. Harrison’s style was very similar to Paul’s. It was very instinctual as he seemed to drive his ship as if he was surfing a wave. He seemed to know how to nudge his ship to get the most from it. He drove with an innate grace that was beautiful to watch. Nora had good instincts but he could tell she had gotten her start in street racing. She was used to having a ship that performed at a much lower level. It was no wonder that she came out of the gate with a podium finish in her debut pro race. Nora’s style was high energy with quick decisive moves. She lacked that grace that Harrison had. Her style was a little jerky, still used to overcorrecting for poor performing ships. Her skill and confidence would grow but the learning curve would flatten out as the season went on. Alexander predicted that she would just get better throughout the season if nothing set her back mentally. Southern Cross was probably the most loved AGR team that was recognized by the region they represented. The team was backed and beloved by the populace in the area. Their focus on environmental restoration and messaging made them attractive not just to corporations working in environmental restoration but activist groups as well.

Alexander thought about his experiences in racing. There was a lot of strategy involved in different areas that had to come together for a professional team to be successful. Team sponsors were the financial support for the team. Teams needed the money to pay for salaries and equipment. Sponsors gave the team money in exchange for using their products and endorsement deals. You can have the best pilot in the world but if they couldn’t handle the marketing requirements for endorsement deals, sponsors are less likely to work with them or offer less money to do so. Endorsement deals required marketing photo shoots, commercials, and the sponsor was banking on the reputation and skill of the team they were associating their product with. If your pilot couldn’t act enough to star in a commercial, it was an issue. You can have the most charismatic pilot ever who was photogenic and had acting chops but if they were not winning races, they were a liability as well. Sponsors wanted to get their products and services in front of the fans. Some sponsors are seeking to enter new markets, or hoping to engage a new demographic, or maintain their share of an existing market. Racing was a sport and it didn’t happen without spectators who were willing to spend their money on the tickets and experiences. Fans were at the heart of racing. They were the true economic lynchpin that made any sport work. Some teams sought out sponsors who were hoping to share their equipment and technology. Engine manufacturers might sponsor a team to reflect and highlight to the public how fast their engines are. The research and development costs for that is then on the sponsor instead of the team.

Racing teams like Southern Cross and Al Saqr had cultural ties to their fans and local connections. Those ties helped fund and connect them to sponsors that wanted to help them. Whereas Silver Apex had sponsors throwing themselves at their team because they had been a dominant team for some time. They wanted to be associated with proven winners. Racing teams had to decide what kind of sponsors they wanted. Some sponsors might push teams to win at any costs. Others might be more concerned with their public image and want to avoid any kind of scandal or gray morality or ethics. Some teams embraced that win by any means mentality. They will push their pilots into augmentations that might not really be ready for human implantation or come with serious side effects. They were willing to accept the gains that came on the track despite the personal cost or long term damage done to the pilot. Alexander had been a victim to a team like that when he left racing. They wanted to take out key competitors during races. They had asked him to target racers and deliberately crash them or knock them into the walls. They were willing to take a single disqualification to remove a team from competing for the rest of the season if their craft was destroyed or the pilot was killed. It was an acceptable risk to them. Some teams would try to hide clauses in the long legal contracts that favored them if they felt they couldn’t control a pilot. They might bury clauses to retain a lot of their winnings or promotional deals than was the standard. There was a serious darkside to racing that the naive were prey too. In order to have a fan base you had to fill the tracks and stadiums where the events took place. The tracks themselves wanted packed stands. They made their money on ticket sales and drinks and food sold at the track. The racing tracks work with the racing commission to regulate racing and to ensure a minimum of safety for their property and the crowds visiting the races. They would blackball a racer that constantly broke safety rules because it put their business liability at higher risk. For a professional team to be competitive they needed top notch equipment. Racing equipment was highly specialized and teams were constantly innovating and looking for an edge over the competition. That took skilled people such as engineers which were highly educated and trained. To attract the best and most skilled engineers, teams had to have competitive pay. Some engineers sought out racing teams as a stepping stone in their career. The notoriety and prestige was highly sought after. The highest pay in the world would not help a team that treated their engineers poorly. There was a balance that had to happen for a team to be successful.

Some racing teams sought out young talent and invested in them to develop them into professional racers. Others tried to steal talent from other teams to avoid the costs of training and development. Some teams that might not have access to better augmentations might try to steal a pilot that already has the augmentations they don’t want to pay for. Some teams used strategies to steal sponsors. Others used the media to attack a team by attacking their integrity and reputation. Creating rumor and scandal to try and cost them sponsorships. Some teams used very dark strategies to kill or injure other pilots. Sabotage of other teams’ equipment was not unheard of either. Corporate espionage happens as teams send in spies to steal another team’s technological improvements. Some of these strategies take place in the shadows with little knowledge to most of those who work on the team. Money and blackmail had been used to gather the information they wanted to know or to influence race outcomes. Racing strategies came in a wide array of areas and on a spectrum from competitive to deadly. It was all a question as to how dark you want to go and who would find out about it.

Alexander knew that he would fight with everything in him to keep Valkyrie AGR Sport in the light end of things. He wanted to ensure the team had honor and integrity. He wanted to win races but he wanted them to win on their own and on their own merit. They would do it by all of them working together to find what works. They would find new innovations and strategies to help the team win. Valkyrie AGR Sport had some very intelligent and capable people working for them. All he had to do was show them the way and let them do what they knew how best. He just hoped it paid off.




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The Drunken Dragon Pub is announcing a new drink in honor of the Valkyrie AGR Sport Engineering Crew who partied hearty here last night. Come in and order Valkyrie Fuel. A new cocktail on our menu featuring honey mead, and Fireball.

(The announcement comes with a very nice picture of the golden cocktail with red swirls in a highball glass topped with a raspberry and an orange twist.)


OfficeDrone#12: Hmmm looks good.
SuperfanAGR54: Interesting. I wonder if this will start a new trend?
DantheMan: Meh I don’t do girly looking cocktails.
Superfan2075: Smart of them to cash in on the free publicity.
DadBod89: Not interested. Let me know when they name a beer after them.
Hater101: The team gets trashed together and its positive news?
Papabear34: What happened to the beer?
Nana2050: I might have to try that.
GeorgeFly: @Papabear34 I agree… What happened to the beer?
ValkyrieFan56: Bookmarking the Drunken Dragon. I got to try that.
Weedhead81: That looks too expensive for my tastes.
SexyM@m@5: I wonder if Dorian drinks cocktails?
Paulmulder4eva: Oh yummy! Just like Paul.
Britball12: Noooo what happened to the beer.
BatDave: I am Batman.
!YouSlow!: There are no dragons in racing.
xImFasterthanUx: Well that is a new trend. Crew gets plastered and they name a drink after them. Nice.
AGInthusiast: How is this news?
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"So, last question for Auckland. After your first race in the championship, is there anyone you would like to say thanks to?"


“Oh strewth, yeah. I’d like to thank Southern Cross, especially Owen, for giving me the chance to come back to AG racing at the Pro level. Not exactly the expected next step for a street racer, even one as good as me. And I’d also have to thank uncle Flynn, actually. I don’t know who sent it, but he had every right to tell an anonymous tip to rack off and just go about his day. Instead, I got ambushed at a bar by my uncle, unable to shoot through. That said, don’t think I can whinge about it now, eh? I mean, look where it's gotten me!”



Nora Kelly @NitroNora
Bloody good first race, and even better competition.
2nd place finish, with Harrison in 4th? Call that a good start!
@ASZenix Think you can match me? Then come take it!
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Home Sweet Home


Southern Cross's on the other hand, was a bit more functional. Sitting on an industrial estate outside of Christchurch, outside a gigantic, sprawling network of vertical farms occupying the dead-flat Canterbury Plains- the breadbasket of the Pacific, but the towering Southern Alps are in the far background. It's being renovated bit by bit, so still is undergoing work but it seems to be coming on, but the punk aesthetic of Southern Cross bleeds through, custom paint on the walls of pilots past, trophies won, and depictions of iconic moments, in a way that yelled out to a history. While a precise lab, it also feels deeply....underground. Art litters the walls quite literally everywhere, and reminds the team of where they came from, what they are. Less factory and design facility, more like a chronicle to all things speed, power and the Whanau, or Family, of Southern Cross. There's old F1 cars from McLaren, perhaps a long ancestor of Southern Cross, and then other AG prototypes around.


It was time to go home… Or more accurately, to return to Southern Crosses home base just outside of Christchurch. Like most teams, most of the gear was being sent straight to South Africa for the next race, and the rest of the team and the ships would be riding in one of Southern Crosses dedicated transports. But we’re here to check on our pilots, so, shall we?



“Thank you for joining us Nora. Please lay face down on the table, if you would, and we can get to adjusting your implants.”

Dr. Awi Winiata, Southern Crosses augmentation expert, sat in front a machine that looked closer to a spider than a medical tool preparing to adjust and finalize the racers augmentations that allowed Nora to bond with her sled on an instinctual level, hijacking her brainstem and spinal column to send inputs directly along the biological pathways generally used for such things as movement and breathing.

The nanochelated neural pathways that had lead from the ship to her brain were being refined and solidified, and work was being done to ensure that her body simply treated them as an extension of her biological nervous system, which the good doctor hoped would lead to further improvements in pilot-ship integration, allowing the ship to respond faster than any external control surface could afford, and with more precision than a single neural jack could provide.

For her part, Nora looked nervously at the contraption. “Don’t think I’ll ever get used to that monstrosity doc, but after Auckland I think the concept is well-proven.” She said as she lay down, one of the medical assistants strapping her down and sticking a series of sensors to her skin as another plugged the current jacks into the system.

“Well at least you don’t have to watch it working. See you on the other side, Nelly.” Dr. Winiata replied with a hint of a laugh, before nodding to the anesthetic specialist that ensured that Nora didn’t have to feel a new nervous system growing, and it was lights out.



Later that week, Southern Cross Ops Center


“... And I think that about wraps up Auckland without earbashing it. Harrison, Nora, you’ve both got more than a fair go at the podium in Cape Town, but let's not count our reefs yet.” Owen Keating, Southern Crosses principal, said to the two racers and assembled department heads.

“Yeah, our Wakas are a rip snorter on that course, all wide open with enough room to really let ‘er go!” Harrison replied, the senior pilot's excitement evident as Nora nodded in agreement as she went over the tracks layout and other specs.

“That said, we’ll need to work on the stability of the sleds if we want to consistently put the heat on those tall poppies at Silver Apex. The engineers are cooking something up, but sounds like they won’t be ready for a while. Until then, lets focus on preparing for the race ahead of us and she’ll be right.” Owen rubbed his hands together before pulling up a schedule. “Nora, Harrison, your prep schedule is ready. Nora, we’ll need you to be careful during the first couple of sim runs. Awi said the nerves are still settling in fully so play it safe and learn the track before going all out.”



Principles Office, Southern Cross HQ
Sometime before Noras recruitment

The Team Principles office was a reflection of the team itself, decorated with a full wall painting of the Great Barrier Reef mid-restoration as well as medals, news clippings, and other awards earned by the team since its founding.

“Flynn, are you sure about this tip? They didn’t even give you a name, just… What was it? A nickname?” Owen asked the man sitting across the desk from him.

Flynn Kelly, one of Southern Crosses talent scouts, shook his head. “More of a handle. Sandstorm, she’s called, and apparently I’ll know her when I see her.” He sighed before continuing. “I know it sounds bad, Owen, but I’ve known this source since gradeschool. They might not be the most morally upstanding person you’d meet but they’re no ratbag either. If they say it’s true, then you can at least be sure they believe it is.”

Owen just shook his head. “Lets just make sure it doesn’t turn into a dog's breakfast for us again, eh? I trust you for a reason, but be careful. Alice Springs isn’t exactly the safest place these days.”



Alice Springs, Australia
Post-Auckland AGP


A figure sits in shadows, smoking a cigar as they watch a replay of the Auckland AGP race, focusing on Nora Kellys POV in most of the clips. The office they are sitting in is nondescript but richly appointed, with a C with a lightning bolt going through the center of the letter painted in bold colors on the wall behind him.

“So that’s where our little dust devil got off to… I see the move has done nothing to dull her winning streak. Jeremy, see if we can get some skin in that game. We can’t let her have all the fun after slipping away like that.”
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Soundtrack: Unwritten - Natasha Bedingfield




The days since the team had gotten the simulator up and running had not been spent all in training.The marketing team had used the time at headquarters to schedule in time for the pilots to meet the needs of their sponsors. Paul and Dorian had time scheduled for photoshoots that took place at team headquarters on the test track.

They were shooting product endorsement marketing materials for Zap, a sports drink manufacturer that was one of their bigger sponsors. There were the typical product placement photos with them in their race suits by the cars holding the drinks and drinking them. The company had gotten some b roll film of the ships on the track for their commercials. They filmed the pilots climbing out of their ships and asking for a Zap as if they had just finished a race. They said their cheesy marketing line. It was not creative and was pretty typical but it still sold. They take a drink and give a satisfied sigh before saying “Ahh that was just what I needed. A Zap to pick my energy up.” It had taken Paul and Dorian a few takes to get through it without laughing. If it had been a race, they would have had to wait for help before they got out of their ship. Some of their technicians helped to ensure they were properly plugged in and all safety restraints were in place before every race. Paul and Dorian found the commercials unrealistic but hey they got paid for doing them.

The following day they repeated the exercise but this time for their sponsor that sold vegetarian meat substitute products. Their name was ironically, I Can’t Believe It's Not Meat! This time they were shot in the grassy central park area of headquarters. The sponsor had set it up to look like a backyard BBQ or tailgate party. The two pilots were in jeans and team race t-shirts. They had to take a bite of their bratwurst and say the company’s tagline with excitement. “I Can’t Believe It's Not Meat!” Well at least those commercials would come across as funny. They could laugh about them. Their products were actually pretty good as well. That made it easier for them to get behind the product and sell it. Paul had fun shooting that commercial. He liked being outside in the sunshine. It was a good break from training. Too much training and they could lose their edge. These were the biggest sponsors that Paul had worked with so far in his career.




Alexander was curious about why Felix had requested a meeting. Alexander had been kept apprised of the modifications the team was making to the ships to get them ready for Africa. He received daily updates on what was happening with the ships and their performance. The team had managed to boost the engine’s thrust power which in turn had made the ship faster. Then they had to work on the stability and handling. There were minute modifications that they had worked on till each ship was dialed in. The engineers and mechanics had managed to eke out another 20kph out of the craft. The pilots had been testing the changes out in the simulator. Trial runs had been scheduled on the test track today. Then the pilots would get at least a few days of practice in with the updates before they headed to Africa for the next race.

Mabel led Felix into Alexander’s office. Alexander recognised that mischievous look on Mabel’s face. He kept his suspicions to himself as he rose to his feet and greeted Felix with a handshake.

Alexander: “Hello Felix. I wanted to let you know that Katherine said nice job on getting the team some additional exposure on social media. She also wanted to relay her thanks that she didn’t have to bail anyone out of jail or pay for damages to the property.”

Felix gave Alexander a sheepish smile and a shrug.

Felix: “I took a page out of your book. We called all the engineers and mechanics and decided some alcohol to help loosen everyone up and some place neutral to get to know one another would help. And well…. It worked.”

Alexander looked surprised at his answer.

Mabel carried a tray of coffee cups with a carafe of coffee on it. She held the tray out to Felix with a smile. Mabel spoke in an innocent voice with a deadpan delivery.

Mabel: “Would you like some Libation Lubrication.”

Felix startled a little doing a double take his gaze landing on Mabel with wide eyes.

Mabel giggled and set the tray down. She prepared her own cup of coffee as she spoke.

Mabel: “I did tell you that I saw the security tapes Felix.”

Mabel turned to Alexander to share what she found so funny.

Mabel: “You see Alex what Felix hasn’t told you was that they bonded very well over darts, pool, and alcohol. Sometime that evening they all ended up back here in the workrooms working on something together. They continued their drinking game though. When they appeared to get stuck, there was a general consensus for Libation Lubrication… being more alcohol. Their antics were quite entertaining to watch. I feel that should be their personal department motto. It is very catchy, don't you think?”

Alexander didn’t fight the smile. He did manage not to laugh. He was grateful that he was not the but of one of Mabel’s jokes for once. Alexander’s tone was amused as he indicated the seats and reclaimed his behind the desk after pouring a cup of coffee. He was trying to give Felix a little time to recover from Mabel’s idea of fun.

Alexander: “Well as your boss, I can’t say I approve of any slogans that encourage drinking on the job. As a coworker and fan, I think it's great! Who came up with that one?”

Mabel just chuckled as she took one of the seats in front of Alexander’s desk. She sipped her coffee and set the cup down on the edge of the desk. She grabbed her tablet to set it up to take notes for the meeting.

Felix: “Uh Maximillian Gruber our electrical systems expert coined it. The rest of the team liked it and well… let’s face it we were all drunk off our asses.”

Felix looked a little embarrassed but seemed to be recovering well.

Alexander smiled and sipped his coffee. He was pleased to note that Felix looked more confident and at more ease when speaking with him. He didn’t sound as stilted and formal as he had in the past.

Mabel gave them both an expectant look.

Mabel: "Are we ready to start the meeting? I am assuming you want me to take notes.”

Alexander nodded at Mabel’s question. They had worked together long enough that Mabel would know what information he would have her researching to follow up on the information from the meeting.

Felix took his seat and prepared himself a cup of coffee. He added sugar and cream the way he liked it. He allowed himself a good long drink before he reached for his tablet.

Felix looked at Mabel and took his embarrassment like a champ. She might have embarrassed him but it was only in front of Alexander and she had still taken care of everyone who was still here the next morning with a hangover. He gave her a smile and saluted her with his cup.

Felix: “Well played madam. Well played indeed.”

Mabel gave him a genuine smile and a little chuckle. She gave Felix a saucy wink before turning back to Alexander.

Alexander just laughed and shook his head. He turned their meeting back to business.

Alexander: “Alright Felix, you asked for this meeting. I want to commend you and the team on the progress you have been making. I was worried there wouldn’t be much you could do before the next race. What’s going on?”

Felix smiled and looked excited as he set his cup down. He opened up his tablet and sent a set of detailed 3 dimensional plans for a new ship design to the holographic projector on Alexander’s desk.

Alexander leaned forward in interest. His knowledgeable eyes noted significant changes. This was an all new design not a tweak to a current model.

Felix: “Well sir, as I mentioned we were all playing darts and pool. I was on my third beer by this point. I was shooting darts with Colton Mathews, our aerodynamics expert. We were debating the differences between our ships designs and that of the darts we were throwing. That sparked a debate about basing a new ship design along those same aerodynamics. We had attracted the attention of the rest of the team. We all began to give our input. We quickly realized we were all inspired but didn’t have a good way to take notes and run simulations. So we paid our tab and came back to the office. We spent the rest of the evening hammering a new ship design based on all of our ideas. We have spent the last few days refining them into a completed design set for you to look over. This was the result.”

Mabel looked interested and just saved the designs to her tablet for later work. She would start sourcing any special materials or components that might take time to get.

Alexander spun the ship and was examining the designs more closely. He gave Felix an encouraging smile.

Alexander: “Well don’t keep me in suspense. Explain what the team came up with.”

Felix: “Well it is a completely new design. The new hull will start thin at the front tip and expand into the wings where the steering actuators will be located like the wings of an aircraft. The new sleek design is based on a dart sir. The hull will be made of a new polymer that is strong enough and lightweight. There is a new improved inertial damping system. It will take more energy but be almost 40% stronger and more effective. There is a new cockpit design that will ride in the center of the ship on a series of gyroscopes and gimbals that will reduce the amount of g forces that the pilot experiences. The engine design is a newer more efficient model as well. It will be an elongated design and again the weight will be in the middle of the ship. This will change the center of gravity for the ship and help with stability. The engine is actually a jet engine that feeds into a specially designed turbine. The engine thrust will flow into a concentrated cylinder that has the turbines in the center with a gap directing the thrust past the turbines and out the rear of the ship pushing it along.The engine will run on biofuel and provide the thrust for the ship. The cylinder style rotating turbines will not block the thrust but they will spin from it. This rotation will be generating electricity as the engine runs. It works on a similar principle to some of the early hybrid cars.The ships will have a lot more electrical power available to them as they are constantly generating additional energy. This will allow for more powerful systems on the ship. Other improvements include new wiring to reduce energy loss to distance traveled and material quality. The hull will have energy disruption systems molded into it. This should be able to scatter and break up other ships' ability to leech energy from the ship. It won’t stop it but should reduce the impact of it. The new wiring system will include the interlocking design by Kenji to reduce failures due to connection issues. The energy gathering pods on the bottom of the ship will be made from a new superconductor and made larger so that the ship will be able to suck up and keep more energy from the track.”

Alexander paid attention as Felix went through the design features that the team had come up with. Alexander was impressed with the low profile sleek design. The ship looked fast, stable, and dangerous. Alexander knew building a ship from scratch with the new systems would take time. They had plans but there were always practical things that came about when developing new technology. The engine design in particular would take time and testing to get right. The cockpit design might cause them issues when they went to fit everything together.

Alexander: “Have you run it through computer simulations yet?”

Felix: “No. We wanted your approval before we started building the simulation models. We didn’t want to waste time if you were just going to scrap it. Dominic was flat against any large changes to the ships.”

Alexander gave Felix a big smile.

Alexander: “I like it. But I want hard numbers before I try to sell the board on the new design. Put together the computer models. I will need that data to convince them that the expense of 3 new ships will be necessary. Good work Felix. Please tell the team I am happy that their Libation Lubrication was such a successful endeavor.”

Mabel: “I will use Felix’s designs and put together a materials estimate for you.”

Felix looked surprised that Alexander was moving forward with the design. Dominic had always shut him down when he recommended taking their ships back to design. He had not felt that was needed to win. It had always frustrated him. He smiled and nodded at Alexander. He was excited about the prospect of finally getting the opportunity to build a new ship design. It was the reason he had come to Valkyrie AGR Sport.

Felix: “I will get the team working on it around preparations for Africa.”

Alexander nodded: “Great! Did you need anything else?”

Felix: “No. Things are going well. Having all the mechanics and engineers working together in the same space is already helping with miscommunication issues. Helga and I work together well as a team. Things are going pretty good.”

Mabel smiled at Felix knowing he had not been treated very well by the previous crew chief. She was pleased to see his shoulders come down from around his ears. The man had been so tense when she first met him. She wondered if he wore shoulder pads.

Alexander: “Keep up the good work Felix. I am glad to hear that things are working well so far.”

Felix nodded with the biggest smile on his face as he shut down his tablet.

Felix: “Thank you sir.”

Mabel stood and gathered all the now empty coffee cups and put them on the tray. She tucked her tablet under her arm and followed Felix as he left the office.

Mabel stopped Felix at her desk.

Felix looked confused when Mabel put a gentle hand on his arm and asked him to wait a moment.

Felix: “What is it, Mabel?”

Mabel grinned as she pulled a wrapped shirt box from a desk drawer and handed it to him.

Felix looked nervous as she handed it to him.

Felix: “What’s this?”

Mabel gave him a smile as she told him.

Mabel: “Open it.”

Felix looked nervous but did as she asked. He tugged on the ribbon before ripping the paper off the plain white box. He opened the box and inside was a black t-shirt. He pulled it out so he could look at it closer. It had some graphics on it. It had a gold dragon sitting on a barstool with a drink in its hand. Old English font read “Valkyrie Fuel the Official Libation Lubrication for the Valkyrie Engineering and Mechanical Team.

Alexander heard laughter coming from just outside his door where Mabel’s desk was. He got up and poked his head out to see what was going on. He started laughing as he saw the t-shirt in Felix’s hand. He shook his head in disbelief as he got his laughter under control.

Alexander: “Well Mabel, I hope you ordered enough for all of them.”

Felix was all smiles as he thanked Mabel.

Felix: “Alexander is right. They are all going to want one when they see it.”

Mabel: “Felix, that is why I gave you yours first!”

Mabel turned her chair around and sitting in the seat was a large cardboard box.

Mabel: “I thought you might want to give your team their shirts. Did Katherine tell you that the Drunken Dragon’s posts had gone viral? Your team’s post seemed to be a hit with the fans.”

Alexander leaned against the doorframe. He knew those t-shirts would remind the team that they work together. It was a way to bury the differences between them and present themselves as a unified team. Mabel was once again ahead of him. He would have to thank her later. Alexander suspected those t-shirts would soon become cherished and sought after. He wondered if the other departments would feel competitive and try to come up with their own team mottos.

Felix left with a pep in his step carrying the box with his tablet on top and a smile.




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The Conspiracy Files: The Conspiracy Files VLOG has decided to investigate the rumors surrounding Audrick Mulder’s death. So far, Conspiracy Files has uncovered that the lead investigator for the Racing Commission retired a few months after the end of the Mulder investigation. Our sources discovered that they had died in a drowning accident while out sailing on a yacht in the Caribbean a year later.


Nobody404: How did the lead investigator, who was making a modest income at the time, retire early to a lavish lifestyle?
OfficeDrone#12: Wow! Small following. This only popped up on my feed due to keyword filters. Don’t know if I can trust information from a conspiracy theory site.
SuperfanAGR54: Sad. Using keyword filters to try and up their readership.
DantheMan: Don’t drink the kool aid!
Superfan2075: Wow the Drunken Dragon is starting a trend. Others are going to use name filters to try and reach more people. Is there a way to weed out crap like this?
DadBod89: I don’t know if I trust the source.
Hater101: #FakeRacerNews
Papabear34: Wow this old news just won’t go away.
Nana2050: That is circumstantial but damming all the same.
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"So, last question for Auckland. After your first race in the championship, is there anyone you would like to say thanks to?”

Hyeon-Ae smiled warmly at the question. “I want to thank the whole Zygon team for coming together to make this possible; and my uncle for working hard to give me this opportunity!”




Monday March 8th, 2094, 09:20 UTC (17:20 local)
Seoul, KR
Hyeon-Ae’s Residence


The airy penthouse suite held little in the way of personal belongings. Fashionable late-century furniture in off-white colours. Paintings of mainly abstract art, famous artists arranged as an afterthought wall decoration around the apartment rather than any real artistic interest or grouping. Fashionable clutter and decorative items straight out of trendy magazines or house advertisements. Everything was tidy and untouched. Even the luxurious serpentine couch was unbothered by creases. Most people would assume it was a showroom for living space advertising, not a home with a resident.

In the middle of the room, steadied with nigh straightened arms on her trendy carpet, Hyeon-Ae leaned into her next push-up. She had lost count a while ago, and just kept at it until she would feel herself working up a real sweat. With a body like hers, it was easier said than done. She estimated it had been a good fifteen minutes at least. Not that it mattered. The eerie quiet of the apartment, with nothing but the sound of her workout clothes’ shuffling fabric, persisted for a long time, until a call from her earpiece broke her focus. Hyeon-Ae lifted a hand to accept the call and resumed her workout. “Go for Han.” She offered curtly.

“Hyeon-Ae,” the voice on the other end began. Zhou Yijin, lead engineer. “Happy back in the civilized world?”

“Of course. So happy.” she replied in a deadpan tone. “How is the shaking fix going?”

“Bad news, I'm afraid. Can't do anything about it, it seems.”

For the first real time since she started, Hyeon-Ae stopped her workout routine, paused midway like a statue. “...What? Why not? Didn't you say you were a miracle worker at the team dinner?”

“Don't quote things I've said while drinking,” Zhou snapped back quickly. “Anyway it's not on us. Suits nixed the upgrades. Improper use of company resources.”

“Using a racing team's resources to increase performance is improper?”

“You know how it is, here. Everything has got to come through the chain. Can't mess with what works.”

Hyeon-Ae scoffed. “Yes… what works. Have you given Neves the good news?”

“I'm about to call her after this. Look-... You have more pull than you think. Maybe you can get your uncle to make a few calls, or something. Getting Ji Motors fully involved and integrated was a massive deal. Other than that, we're dead in the water.”

“Yeah. Thanks for letting me know.” she replied calmly, and hung up after another click on her earpiece. Finally alone with her thoughts, she resumed her workout. She'd sooner die than ask that simple-minded oaf for help. Last time she asked him for anything, he dangled her in front of his perverted civil servant contacts like a piece of meat. No doubt he'd treat her request with the gravity of a niece asking for a toy, and look for a way to get something he wanted out of it. No.

She didn't need help.




Monday March 8th, 2094, 11:43 UTC (19:43 local)
Zygon HQ: Garden


“I understand your frustration, Hyeon-Ae ssi, but these things take time for a reason.” Team Principal Jinwoo argued calmly, pushing his glasses up to rest properly on the bridge of his nose. From his seat in the Zygon headquarters garden, he glanced out over the tranquil sight, motioning for Hyeon-Ae to sit down beside him. The pilot remained standing. Jinwoo sighed and looked back at her. “The Hans bring a lot to the table, but that doesn't mean we can upend years of tradition to do as you please.”

“All I wish is for the team to adapt to the challenges ahead. Is that truly unreasonable, in your mind, timjangnim?”

“Of course not. I understand your passion, I am not lost to it. But Zygon is a finely tuned machine of many moving parts; letting each department manager sign off and moving it through the chains of command is how we got this far.”

“I am not asking you to *change*, or Zygon for that matter.” Hyeon-Ae professed with a deep sigh. She took a few seconds to formulate her words, at least for appearances sake. In truth she had already decided what to say before coming here. “I am just worried that what momentum we have is going to waste when everyone seems content to just keep to… business as usual. Drinking their coffee and reading their mail. Sending a request to be looked at in two weeks. Bickering over office status. We have a chance to make something happen, with a willing engineering team and two fresh pilots. Work with me here, Jinwoo timjangnim. I just want us to live up to our potential. We can do better than this. We don't have to sit on our hands and see what happens. We can write the future.”

Long silence. For a moment she considered if she had overdone it, but the easily read conflict on her superior's face made it clear he caught the hook. She resisted the urge to smile.

Team Principal Jinwoo raised a hand to smooth out his hair absentmindedly and then sighed. “You remind me so much of the fire I had when I first started. And I am not blind to what you are saying. Perhaps some things… some departments… could do with a bit of a wake-up call, a mobilization. I'll see what I can do, Hyeon-Ae ssi.”

“If there's anything I can do to help, let me know,” Hyeon-Ae cut in with a practiced warm smile. “I don't think it's fair to ask this of you and then send you into the fire alone, after all. I am happy to shoulder a burden.”

“That's sweet of you, but you should focus on your performance in the next race.” Jinwoo shot back, and Hyeon-Ae looked away briefly to control her disappointment. “You need to keep hitting high targets if this is going to be more than a flash in the pan. You did good, but the department heads are still unconvinced.”

“Of course.” She returned calmly and bowed her head, even as her fist clenched ever so slightly. “I'll be sure to focus on improving as a pilot, timjangnim. Thank you for your time tonight.”




Tuesday March 9th, 2094, 04:10 UTC (12:10 local)
Zygon HQ: Marketing Department


“I can see it now; A sleeping dragon wakes! Perhaps an azure tint to hint at Zygon as the reawakened Guardian Dragon of the East.” the young woman pondered aloud from behind her desk, tapping at his chin.

“I'll leave all that to you; mythology is not my strongest suit. I am just happy you like the idea, Nayeun ssi.” Hyeon-Ae professed in turn, a demure smile painted across her features as she sat on the visitor side of the desk in her designer suit.

“Like it? I love it! I've been withering in this office, picking out floral arrangements for publicity stunts.” she murmured to herself, trailing off at the end before refocusing on Hyeon-Ae. “I'm only a little confused why you came to me, and not my boss? It's not that I mind, Hyeon-Ae ssi, but I am just a team leader in the marketing department.”

“Well…” Hyeon-Ae began, leaning forward conspiratorially. “At first it was because I was hoping to build some connections with other people my age in the company. I was hoping to get some good friends in the long run, yes? But admittedly, your colleague, marketing manager Baek, is in charge of the other marketing team, and I am-... Not so fond of her after our dealings.” She chuckled softly, covering her mouth with a hand and averting her hand. “And I felt going directly to Department Manager Park would be a bit arrogant. You know?”

Naeyun smiled faintly, looking distant for a few moments. Thinking, clearly. Possibilities to one-up the rival team, perhaps? That's what Hyeon-Ae imagined, anyway. “Well, that's fine by me. Baek is a bit stuck in the old world; too caught up with prestige and coming off as perfect. People like companies to have a bit of grit these days. Perfect images are what got us in all that mess in the history shows.”

Hyeon-Ae simply provided a genteel nod, folding her fingers together over her knee and smiling.

“I'll work on a spotlight idea and present it to Department Manager Daehyun. I think he'll agree that using our current momentum is a good idea. Right off the bat, I'm thinking maybe you do a joint showcase with Neves. Play up the strength and power aspect to make it invigorating…” Naeyun continued, before shaking her head and waving it off with a brief gesture. “I'll put together something good with my team, you'll definitely hear from me.”

Naeyun rose from her seat and smoothed out her pencil skirt before leaning forwards to offer a handshake. Hyeon-Ae stood in turn and shook her hand with a warm smile, placing a second hand on hers. “I am eagerly looking forward to our future collaborations, Marketing Manager Lee.”









Thursday March 11th, 2094, 05:20 UTC (13:20 local)
Seoul, Myeondong Shopping Street Café


“That's such a great picture, Jinyeon. You're so pretty in dresses.” Hyeon-Ae's voice held a soft and inviting tone, smiling across the table as the older woman retracted her phone with an embarrassed chuckle.

“Thank you~. It doesn't happen that much. My husband barely goes to any gatherings any more, and no one is throwing wine parties for office drones like me.”

“Then I'll make sure to invite you for the next one I hold, after the next race. No one should be caged like that.”

Jinyeon smiled warmly and tucked her phone away, returning to cradling her tea mug as she looked down. “...No, no. I couldn't ask that of you, Miss Han. You meeting with me and talking, and the autograph, and everything… I know you are just doing it as a favor to my husband because I wouldn't shut up about you working with him, heh.” She brushed her fingers along the sleek porcelain and seemed to lose a little bit of that luster she'd had before. “I admired your journey, that's all. What you did and said, even so young. I could never have done that.”

Hyeon-Ae frowned in turn, watching the older woman talk herself out of any semblance of confidence. With careful grace she made a decisive reach across the table to put her hand over Jinyeon’s. “It's true that I came here because your husband asked me, Jinyeon nim,” she offered calmly. The words made Jinyeon look back up as Hyeon-Ae continued. “But I am still here because I enjoy your company. My favor to your husband ended when we said hello and I gave you my autograph.”

“Oh…” Jinyeon mustered a little sheepishly. “I wouldn't want to be selfish, Miss Han.”

“If you cannot be selfish, Jinyeon, then what did I fight for, back then? It's okay to be selfish. I'll invite you and your husband to my party. If you want it.” she replied crisply and retracted her hand to grasp her own coffee.

“Then, I'd like that… I wouldn't mind being friends with you, Miss Han. I mean, I… I want that very much.” Jinyeon managed after a few moments of internal conflict, allowing herself a bemused smile.

Hyeon-Ae merely nodded, her own smile returning as she lifted the cup to sip at the luxurious brew within. Being friends with the wife of a board member, especially one who wasn't part of the chaebol family at the head of the Zygon conglomerate, would pay off in the long run.

After a bit of shared silence, Hyeon-Ae led the conversation to the dog she'd seen in the latest picture. Building a relationship was easy, but took time.




Motorsport Korea: Internal revisions in Zygon, sources say.

Futurism International: Zygon board member says “[Zygon] will rise like a phoenix,” sparks division.

KR Industry: Zygon Heiress Park Iseul confirms “restructuring” on the cards.

EASIAN: Korean racing & automotive giant seeking talent beyond borders, according to insiders.

AGRPLUS: Changes at Zygon start of revival, or death throes?





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Aurora looked across to camera, as the viewers had likely just had a very, VERY interesting view across all of the teams. Almost like you could make an episode out of them all really, but alas, for a quick catch-up.

"So, I suppose after Auckland a hell of a lot happened." Aurora took a glug of water, looking to camera.

"Valkyrie, let's start there. Alexander Knight decided to take some extremely drastic measures. He gutted key members of his team and replaced them as quickly, and got to work on their strong platform. It seems like he made his mark in the team, and despite the politics of the European Union outfit, they are trying something new. His approach seems to be an engineer and racer led one, and whilst there is no doubt that the legend is already ruffling feathers and playing with fire, he's making his mark on the team. It's rare to see a new Team Principal and Crew Chief to come in and make sweeping changes, fast."

"Then, the others. I suppose Southern Cross took some interesting turns with their augment programme. Looked like Nora came out with some very interesting augments, perhaps a move to take the fight to Silver Apex in Africa and take more podiums? And well, then Carrera Condor. It looks like the PR work with Amy Stirling paid off for them, and it seems like there has been some part and knowledge sharing, perhaps on a basis of their recent streaming and Beatrix's old ties to the Silverstone-based outfit. The upgrades we saw to their ship seem very reminiscent of upgrades from last year in the engine department, and no doubt they're targeting a fast reward here."

"As for the other teams, it seems many are brewing some very interesting upgrades. Rumours say that Al-Saqr have something very interesting they are preparing for a future round, whilst Zygon seem to be getting their house in order and seem to be a sleeping giant. While smaller teams like Fitzroy have brought upgrades to Round 2, they will still have their work cut out on the circuit." Aurora addded, shrugging, knowing well, this is the end of Episode One.

Viewers saw what had gone down, on circuit, off it, and then the dabbling, the bits that of course, the teams wanted to show. The wrap-up started, as Aurora knew it was coming to a clsoe.

"All eyes are on South Africa, and we'll be bringing that to you in two weeks time. Until then viewers, and remember, the race never stops!"






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Soundtrack: Chase and Status & Stormzy: Backbone

The camera pans through Cape Town as sails roll in through the ocean, 16th century Dutch sea-faring ships rounding the Cape of Good Hope, wooden, then brick houses suddenly appearing into the sky, as then sprawl, skyscrapers and the turn to Table Mountain reveals the green, yet arid landscape towering over the South African megalopolis.

The city is definitely, certainly a hive and a half, shanty towns turning to concrete and green tower blocks, but there's this feeling, this vibe that the culture here feels still underground. It feels like there's a place that actually lived up to the potential it once was promised, material and mineral wealth meeting radical, proud green design. Poverty replaced by an incredibly green city, smart and clever, and a pearl at the bottom of the world that had more art, music and culture than you could shake a stick at, the green hills of Table Mountain and Lion's Head sticking out and towering over a sprawling city. If Auckland felt like a continuation of its early 21st century self, this felt like a city where the painted murals met hypermodern, glass-clean towers and streets.

It cuts again.

F1 racing at Kyalami in the 80s, and then, in almost a cut that feels jarring, protests in Soweto and Cape Town against Apartheid. And somehow, despite everything pointing towards division, the tearing apart of society, the promise of the Rainbow Nation somehow actually finding a way with the city's clean, green, almost re-drawn ground. And then the cut to Cape Town, the magnetic-enabled track going up and down off Lion's Head and then back up Table Mountain via a spine bringing out. A very, very fast circuit indeed, probably second to only Italy and Bonneville.

And then, a cut to Kofi in a darkened room with the geometric Lion behind him on the gigantic black-illuminate screen, sitting next to the orange ship, adorned with a special livery with black, yellow and blue across the wings of the South African flag, the sight of something else altogether on the wing leaping up onto it, Kofi's arms folded, looking across to the animated animal to his side.

The lion sat itself down on the wing of the ship, a holographic one, but you wouldn't be able to tell on the footage. Its mane carried a a blue and orange colour like its geometric cousin, its teeth fierce, and the roar of the lion felt visceral as it barked, like it was down your throat, Kofi looking dead at the viewer.

"Welcome to Africa. Home."

The race from last year cuts.

More cutting as swearing could be heard (censored, of course), and a nasty crash. Battling hard through the Lion's Head complex of turns, and the view on the horizon, followed by the triumph of Kofi as one of Formula AG's winners five years ago, right here. He was Ghanaian, so of course, it wasn't like he was a native Cape Towner on home turf, but it was probably one of the most symbolic moments in Formula AG for the continent. A moment where it felt like Africa had arrived, and Kofi had truly snatched an incredible, talent driven race here. Yes, Kais was another African technically by his Egyptian roots, but well, by the value of his story, Kofi seemed more like the home talent here.

It felt about right, as the scene cut back to Kofi, and the lion that lept off the wing and by his side, standing by the black Ghanaian's side, his smile white and like a Cheshire Cat.

"Lions here don't hold back. Isn't that right?" And with it, the lion roared right on call, right as the credits roll.

Kofi's a nice guy, but well, when the drama's this good, you're gonna want something that goes as hard as this.




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Episode Two: Hunting Apex





Round 2 of the Formula Anti-Gravity Championship
Saturday March 18th 2094
Qualifying Day
South African AGP
Cape Town, South Africa
1400 GMT









Post Qualifying


Dorian Pascal Hornfleur


The harbourside paddock was a little removed from the circuit itself, and the camera was following a certain member of Valkyrie AGR this weekend, in his full dark grey and yellow lined garb, helmet in hand, a dismal look in his face.

The paddock sat near Cape Town Stadium, in a large park, and it offered the same arrangements as Auckland- fan zones, VIP areas, and whilst not a party, it used the space of the park for ships, servicing and maintenance. The circuit itself would be introduced formally as part of the broadcast- but the mag-strips were used more for banking rather than inverted loops or insane turns, and rather to keep speed. The circuit went around the Cape Town Stadium and seaside, before going up to Signal Hill, using extensive banking on one side of Lion's Head as part of a very, very fast corner, across a massive gorge going sharply down then back up through a fast corkscrew before turning up Table Mountain itself, one side a sinewing rollercoaster on Kloof Ridge, before hitting the top, a massive bank section and straight then spitting down Plattelkip Gorge into Camps Bay, an elevated urban section with fast corners, with almost a complete straight to the other side of the Lion's Head peak facing the Atlantic Ocean, then back to the stadium. It was like you had a long list of straights, interrupted by a lot of elevation change, a few corkscrews to really muck with things on the mountain climbs that went dead-up, and the loop around the stadium offering a few more technical corners. The high speed corners tested stability, and most of all, bravery- whilst pure speed rewarded teams for investments there, as well as the energy systems just giving them the edge to overtake in corners.

The weather was once again, good, with the sun beating down at about 28C, and the African heat and the feeling of the paddock not like the Oceanian vibe of Maori and Polynesian culture, but instead, heavily rotating around the Big 5 animals, most of which were now getting heavily reintroduced after some partial extinctions, and their holographic displays scattered around. You could find your way by finding the massive Elephant in the middle of the paddock, and there was a lion near Apex, funnily enough.

Speaking of elephants in the middle of the room...

"Well, that was sh*t." Dorian looked across to his publicist and agent, the nodding Luxembourgian-Indian native, Anaïs Singh in a certain kind of agreement.

"Well, the craft was not expecting to do well here, but we need to frame this right." Anaïs replied, tablet in hand, and her role independent of that of the team. She may have worked WITH Valkyrie, but at the end of the day, she was Dorian's representative- she looked after his interests, from the announcement of his retirement at the end of this season that had gone out before Auckland and Alexander's announcement as team lead, to the marketing work he then did in, and beyond Valkyrie. The team was one thing, but pilots were a brand. An incredibly, if not beyond valuable item that the sharp, gentlemanly-looking Frenchman knew how to work.

You didn't stay with a team for the money, you made results for you, and well, the rest had come easy. Sponsorship, interviews, that sort of thing came easy from Anaïs given Dorian's career. A lot of 2nds in the Drivers Standings, probably no championship this season either, but a legacy nonetheless of winning, and proving results.

"Fine. But I'm not looking forward to explaining this. The team has enough disruption as it is." Dorian replied, sighing, turning to Anaïs.

"I know what he is trying to do. I won't stop him, but he forgets we're people too. I know what I'm doing. Just give me a craft that goes faster and I'll take position." Dorian sighed, noting the camera, wanting to swear more, but realising he probably shouldn't be an idiot now. He wasn't perhaps as savvy to social media as some. Anaïs got in the awy.

"Noted, and there's a lot more he wants to set the slate on. Let him have it, Dorian, most of it was needed given how things went last season. I'm sure he'll understand the media side and let them do what they have to. And like you say. There are better circuits to do well on. You'll show them." Anaïs commented, Dorian sighing with a change of topic.

"Hmm....Anaïs, can we schedule something in with the sponsor? The fashion house?"

"Already done. Heineken's local office also wanted their piece with you while you were in town."

"The beer firm?"

"The beer firm."

"Gotcha."




Pilots Return


Similar to Episode 1, the interviews have come back, with Aurora back in her usual spot, and the pilots in their relevant sofa, with a blank background once more.

However, this time around, the format is slightly different. The pilots have been brought in AFTER their qualifying session, and are on the couch, in the hot seat.

And one last turn in the table? They're with their team-mates!

So, nowhere to hide.

@Sylvan

"So, both of you must be on top of the world! People are saying Southern Cross are a title contender and you two are proving it early on. What do you think made this qualifying session so good?"

"Thanks! Yeah, P1 is incredible! The craft is twitchy but the new upgrades make it easy to tame, and this craft....wow, the engineers cooked up something special!"

"Well, it quite looks like it! Nora, what would you say you're picking up from Harrison this weekend, and what do you expect in your racing with Amy, Harrison, and Al-Saqr who have been looking dangerous this weekend?"

@Enzayne

"Han, Cassie, an eventful qualifying! While perhaps not the best circuit for Zygon generally, that electrical fault really looks like it cost you there Cassie!"

"The ship gave out on that final straight, no deployment at all. Real shame and the technicians already found a fix, but it really took the sting out of a lap that looked like it would put me in the top ten. Han has a really good chance of making points, I hope I can help her too, but it'll be harder without us working together."

"A shame, but these things can happen. Han, do you look forward to fighting in the mid pack and bringing home the points?"

@LadyAmber

"Dorian, Paul, a mixed bag today in qualifying. What are your thoughts?"

"Well, you may have heard me earlier! Okay, perhaps I was a little demanding, 8th is good considering the missile-like ships that Southern Cross and Al-Saqr have here. But we'll take advantage where we can, and claw it back." Dorian's leathery smooth French accent carried, a smirk on his face, trying to at least wipe the silliness from earlier.

"We look forward to seeing that. What about the changes within the team, do you feel the direction is beginning to yield results?"

@Starlance

"Bea and Ava, now where did that come from? Bea in 7th, Ava in 11th after your performances in Auckland, you must be buzzing?"

"That was incredible. I wish I was able to make the most of our upgrade, but it looks like Bea has capitalised on it the most. That #rallybrave really made the most out of our craft. Hopefully we can score some valuable points tomorrow and make up some ground after Auckland." Ava's response was dry, but even she was injecting pure PR in.

"Well, some say that the input may be similar to that of a Silver Apex engine upgrade, but FIAR have cleared it. Bea, what does it feel like lining up in the top ten?"

@MrSkimobile

"Well, that was quite something from both of you, Layla and Kais! You must be excited for the race tomorrow and look to take a solid point haul, what with the huge speed advantage you seem to have on the rest of the midfield?"

"Yes, well, our ship seems to be incredible here, but we will still have to fight hard with Southern Cross tomorrow. Nora and Harrison have a rocketship, but we have much more to give and I hope we can keep them on their toes. And Amy? She's just always got the capacity to go faster."

"Well, it sounds like last time out, you both had your sights locked on Nora and Harrison. Have you got any words for the Southern Cross pair?"
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Round 2 of the Formula Anti-Gravity Championship
Saturday March 18th 2094
Qualifying Day
South African AGP
Cape Town, South Africa
1400 GMT


Soundtrack: Welcome to the Jungle - Guns & Roses



Valkyrie Paddock
Prior to the Pre Qualifying Race





Alexander had already checked in with Felix and Helga. The ships had been unloaded and all systems checked. They had managed to get the pilots a test run on the track. Alexander had discussed strategy for this race with the team while they were working in the simulators to dial in the ships. Alexander didn’t expect their ships to do well here. Their team’s ships just didn’t have the speed to match most of the other teams. They had managed to increase the engines thrust by modifying the thrust nozzles on the engines but it only gave them a little bit more speed. Their ship’s strength was in handling and stability. The engineers had managed to add the paint coating to scatter and break up the signal that energy leaching systems use to suck energy out of another ship. They would be testing it out at this race to see how effective it might be. Testing in the lab and at the home track showed that it reduced the amount of energy that could be leached from the ship by almost 40% which was pretty significant.

Alexander explained the situation to Paul and Dorian. He was blunt and told them that they wouldn’t be able to match the other ships on the straights. They would have to use the ship's better handling to maintain as much speed as possible in the corners and chicanes. They could deploy their energy leaching systems on a ship in front of them, draining the energy out of the ship in front of them. There was danger in getting too close and it took a skilled pilot to pull it off. The stability of their ship and its superior handling would aid them with this. Alexander really felt that was the only strategy that would give them a remote chance of placing on the podium here in Africa. He made it clear to Paul and Dorian, he didn’t expect them to win in Africa. The goal was to pick up more points for the team to start moving them into contention for the championship. They needed to start getting points in order to achieve that goal. This race would be part of that slow but steady climb to regain lost points. They should strive for the win but realistically the points win was what they could achieve. It was a smart move. The goal for their team for Africa was to get both pilots in the top 10 and if possible get one of them in the top 5.

Alexander had called to check in with Mabel. He missed her warm presence but he liked that she was at headquarters watching things there. They were still investigating what was happening with Maier before he was fired. The unanswered questions had left him feeling uneasy. He wasn’t happy about the interest in Audrick’s death either. He was worried that it would distract Paul. A distracted racer was dangerous. It also left Alexander feeling like he was being watched. He had that itch between his shoulder blades before a battle that something bad was headed his way.




Alexander had gotten the medical clearance for both pilots from the new head of the medical team Dr. Montgomery. After Dr. Zimmerman was fired, Alexander had a meeting with the entire medical team to discuss department changes. He discussed the changes to their department and Dr. Montgomery was voted in unanimously as the team lead by the others in the department. It seemed Dr. Montgomery had done his best to protect his fellow colleagues from Dr. Zimmerman’s abuse. The medical team structure was being run in a much more open and trusting structure. They had a collaborative structure with weekly team meetings where they shared their progress, issues, and successes with each other. Many of them were now working together on projects instead of independently which had been leading to better results in some areas. It had certainly opened up new research areas which their European Union Partners were happy about.

Alexander checked in with security before knocking on the door of the trailer that acted as the pilots retreat and dressing room. He waited for an acknowledgement before opening the door and climbing up the stairs. Paul and Dorian were dressed in their racing suits sitting on the couch waiting for the race to start. He smiled at them both and took a seat across from them.

Alexander: “Hello Dorian, Paul. How are you doing?”

Dorian rolled his eyes at Alexander. He was still frustrated with Alexander. He could see what Alexander was up to but he still wasn’t happy with Alexander. He was not upset with the changes that Alexander was making. He could even admit that some of them were long overdue. Dorian would like to retire with a championship win. He wasn’t sure if Alexander’s methods would manage to make that happen before he retired. Dorian’s media presence had taken a little hit along with Valkyrie. Alexander’s sudden takeover of the team had caused sponsors, investors, and fans a sense of uncertainty. That had resulted in a lack of confidence or a lack of support from them. Dorian was worried it would impact his retirement and there was nothing he could really do about it.

Dorian: “I am fine.”

Paul was more comfortable with Alexander now. He had been surprised by some of the changes that Alexander was making. Working with Alexander was completely different than working with Dominic Ricci. Dominic was arrogant and domineering. He just told you what he wanted you to do. Dominic would just yell at you without explanation and any failures were your fault. Alexander listened to what Paul felt would work best for him. He had guided him to try out and train on some new strategies to improve his racing skills. Paul trusted Alexander more after his open discussion with his mother after Auckland. Paul was feeling much more confident in his future and his skills as a pilot.

Paul: “I am great! Excited to see if the strategy you came up with works at all.”

Alexander smiled at Paul’s eager golden retriever energy. He was so young and energetic. He could see that he was eager to attack the course and be competitive.

Alexander: “I wanted to let you know that I have received your clearance to race from Dr. Montgomery. Remember what we talked about during training. Valkyrie ships are simply not capable of the same speeds at Apex and Southern Cross. The mechanics and engineers managed to tweak the engines to get a few more KPH out of them but it won’t be enough to close that gap. You are going to have to use your skills to maintain as much speed as possible in the turns and corners. That is where you will be able to catch up and possibly overtake competitors. Remember to play to the strengths of your ships which is stability and handling. Find your line and stick to it. If you get the opportunity, draft off of a faster opponent. Make them pull your ship along, stealing their speed for your use. Use your energy leaching systems to drain them forcing them to slow down. We need to pick up points here in Africa. We need both of you in the top 10 and if possible one of you in the top 5. Even that is going to be incredibly difficult for us at this track. Today it's going to come down to your skills as pilots. You can do it but it's going to take skill and racing smart.”

Dorian was not happy with Alexander’s strategy because he felt it was his only option. He had been begging for a ship with more speed. He had already been using all the skills he had to remain competitive. Dorian felt that Valkyrie was making his job impossible as their ship's speed was good enough to maintain the middle of the pack position he had now. He wanted to win and he didn’t think it was possible with their current ships.

Dorian scoffed: “All the skills in the world are not going to make up for our ships running so much slower than the leaders. We are not miracle workers Alexander.”

Paul looked over at Dorian and knew his teammate was frustrated. Half the time Dorian was angry and sullen. He knew Dorian was competitive and had expressed how frustrated he was at their equipment. Paul could see why Dorian was frustrated but he was grateful to have a strategy to use against the faster ships. Paul’s goal was to move up in the driver standings. He didn’t need to win to do that, just place better than he did in the last race.

Paul: “Are you sure my ship is going to start this time?”

Alexander looked at Dorian with a raised eyebrow. He met Dorian’s eyes straight on and held them as he asked him.

Alexander: “Dorian. We had 2 weeks to get ready for this race. What else do you think I could have done? Have I not been moving fast enough for you? What else would you have me do for you?”

Dorian knew that Alexander had come in having to get up to speed after being out of the game for many years. He also knew that the type of changes he wanted weren't possible in two weeks. The team could have dropped in a new engine but a stronger faster engine that would fit right into their current ships would have meant changes to the ship. They could possibly have done it but that doesn’t mean that the speed wouldn’t cost them in other areas such as stability or handling. Dorian’s worry was that Alexander was playing the long game and Dorian only had this season before he retired. He wanted to go out on a win. He felt like he was running out of time.

Dorian sighed: “Alexander I want to win. I need a ship that can compete with Apex. I understand the time constraints. I don’t like my only option being to hope for a top ten finish. I want to have the podium in my sights.”

Alexander: “Dorian you are a veteran. You know that while individual race wins are great, its overall points at the end of the season. We are just getting started this season. I promise larger changes are coming but they take time to do it right and do it safely. I won’t put you or Paul in a craft that is unstable for the possibility of a single win. We need to move up in points. I think this is achievable at this race. You are a skilled pilot. Is a win probable for you here in Africa, not likely. But you could move from your current standing at 8 to 5. Then you are in a better position to go for the win when those larger changes pay off in a future race. A display of true racing skill would only enhance your standing as a pilot and with sponsors and potential endorsements.”

Alexander paused letting those words settle into the awkward silence between the three of them before he turned to Paul.

Alexander: “You know your ship is working Paul. You even managed to get a test run in it yourself. The team has your back. Both of your ships have already been double checked. They are ready.”

Alexander looked over at Dorian again.

Alexander: “Are we good? Do you need anything?”

Dorian just nodded. He knew Alexander was right but it was a bitter pill to swallow.

Paul smiled as he looked over at Dorian.

Paul: “Think about this Dorian. You are not a pilot really known for close driving and use of energy systems. They won’t expect this from you. Educate a few of them in what a skilled racer you are. I can’t wait to see how things play out at the races.”

Alexander looked thoughtful at Paul’s observations.

Dorian looked over at Paul thinking over what he had to say.

Dorian: “Paul makes a good point. If I change up and use a different skill set than what they are used to seeing from me. It might surprise a few of them.”

Alexander smiled and nodded at the two pilots. He was glad to see Dorian’s frustration and anger level drop with the discussion.

Alexander: “I will see you two out there. Good luck!”

Alexander stood up and made his way to the door before turning back towards the two men.

Alexander: “And Dorian, I know you are skilled enough to do this. Go out there and show them you are champion material. Show them why you are considered a veteran racer.”




Interviews after Qualifiers





Dorian and Paul were seated together on a couch. The interviews were taking place after the qualifying round. The screen behind them was blank and would probably be used to add graphics and video later. Aurora popped up in her hologram form. There were remote control cameras, lighting, and a sound system. They had small wireless microphones that were about the size of a quarter that were attached to their throats under the collar of their suits. It was the same set up as before

Aurora: "Dorian, Paul, a mixed bag today in qualifying. What are your thoughts?"

Dorian: "Well, you may have heard me earlier! Okay, perhaps I was a little demanding, 8th is good considering the missile-like ships that Southern Cross and Al-Saqr have here. But we'll take advantage where we can, and claw it back."

Dorian's leathery smooth French accent carried a smirk on his face, trying to at least wipe the silliness from earlier.

Paul was smiling into the camera. He did his best to hide his surprise at Dorian’s response. What did Dorian mean that she might have heard him earlier? What had he said?

Paul: “Well Aurora, we didn’t lose any ground and I am certainly happier with my starting position this time. Dorian had a solid performance. Our team knew Africa was going to be a tough race for us. Qualifiers offer a chance to see how your craft will do on the track. We hope to bring some strategy and skill to the race tomorrow and make up some ground. Sometimes it's about the skill of the pilot.”

Paul gave Aurora a confident wink. Paul was feeling that he recovered that well and gave an honest well thought out answer.

Aurora: "We look forward to seeing that. What about the changes within the team, do you feel the direction is beginning to yield results?"

Dorian pasted a fake smile on his face. It was difficult not to let his frustration show.

Dorian: “Alexander Knight is already making changes at Valkyrie AGR Sport. I think his strategies and changes will show results in time. I don’t believe we will see much in the way of results just yet.”

Dorian did his best not to look bitter about that. He wanted to see those changes now, not at the end of the season. His voice had an edge to it that he couldn’t hide.

Dorian: “Knight had a rough start but the team seems to be rallying well under his leadership for the most part.”

Paul looked thoughtful and had watched Dorian as he answered the question. Paul knew how frustrated Dorian was.

Paul looked at Aurora before giving his answer.

Paul: “Well Aurora, Mr. Knight has only had the job for 2 weeks. I think he is moving as fast as he can. I agree with Dorian that I believe his strategy will show results in the future. The changes he is working on are not short term strategies that will show immediate results. Our mechanic and engineering team have done their best to prepare our ships for the race here in Africa. This race is going to test our skill as pilots. We might just surprise people. Don’t count us out yet!”

Paul once again looked confident and at ease.




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Valkyrie AGR Sport: Dorian Hornfleur maintains his position in the number 8 spot. Rookie Paul Mulder shows off his skills as he moves into the number 13th spot. Follow us on social media for Valkyrie AGR Official content. Don’t forget to check out the gear store! #FormulaAG #TeamValkyrie

OfficeDrone#12: Well not fabulous but decent position.
SuperfanAGR54: Wow! Qualifying had some surprises!
DantheMan: I think I am becoming @nitronora Fan
Superfan2075: Wow Al Saqr is having a great race.
DadBod89: I expected Kofi to do better.
Hater101: Dorian is boring to watch.
Papabear34: I am excited to see what Paul does with the race.
Nana2050: Solid performance so far.
GeorgeFly: Africa is hot! Culture is nice. Qualifying was exciting. I expect Apex and Southern Cross to duke it out.
ValkyrieFan56: Rooting for Paul and Dorian to move up in the standings.
Weedhead81: I just like to watch the video from the ships moving so fast. It’s a trip, man!
SexyM@m@5: Dorian looks so dashing.
Paulmulder4eva: Paul looks scrumptious in those promotion photos.
Britball12: Al Saqr Racing is having a great race so far.
!YouSlow!: The rookie Paul Mulder is doing well so far.
xImFasterthanUx: Disappointed performance by Dorian so far.
AGInthusiast: Agreed Dorian can do better.
micheal650004: Well at least Dorian is consistent.
llamalover4life: It’s a good thing Dorian is going to retire. He is washed up already.
mustbetoast: Dorian has not driven well the last 2 years.
ieatAGR: Dorian has good skills and instincts. Valkyrie ships are solid but not as fast as those glass rockets run by teams like Apex.




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Saturday March 18th, 2094, 13:00
Cape Town, South Africa
Carrera Condor contracted hotel
An inspirational orchestral track played to a backdrop of scenes of South African nature and important moments from its history. ”Officially the Republic of South Africa, it is the Southernmost country of the mainland Old World, home to over 70 million people, 1500 known animal and 23000 plant species across over 1 221 000 square kilometres. Historically an important navigational landmark in the form of the Cape of Good Hope, the world’s largest producer of gold for nearly a century until 2006 and current third largest exporter chrome and iron ore, it has always been a keystone nation to Humanity.”

The music fell silent as the video cut to Bea wringing water out of a towel before wrapping it around her head. ”Who in their right mind chooses to live here?” She groaned.

The music swelled again, the voiceover returning. ”South Africa has had its ups and downs across the years, and between apartheid, crime rates through the roof, ANC mismanagement and the resulting energy crisis, it was about time this beautiful piece of land caught a break. After decades, South Africa has finally capitalised on its potential, becoming a vibrant place and the beer… the beer here is to die for.”

The music fell silent again, cutting to Bea with her head in the fridge. ”I mean, there’s Scotland, Norway, Sweden, Iceland, Canada… and you choose to live here, where you can tell it’s lunch time because the road surface starts to boil?” The British woman definitely a winter enjoyer rather than a summer fan.
”Well, we’re here, at least the food is great and the views are spectacular.” She pulled her head out of the fridge, picked up the camera and moved to the balcony to demonstrate the latter, ”But I’ve been getting a lot of questions about the upgrades we brought for this race since they were announced and why I haven’t covered them yet. Simply put, there isn’t anything to show off because it’s just ECU software. There aren’t any new parts, we’re just using what we had a lot more efficiently, and bloody Hell were we doing something wrong, because going by the data we have we’re suddenly the second fastest thing under the Sun alongside Al-Saqr. And right on time, too, because this track demands it.
That being said,”
She grabbed a backpack and a straw sun hat, ”Let’s see what we can do with it.”


Saturday March 18th, 2094, 14:22
Cape Town, South Africa
Qualifying
”And as Fitzroy pulls into the pits, we’re watching Ward about to start her hot lap.”
The rainbow-on-black livery caught the sun’s rays as the ship straightened out, shooting out of the final corner notably faster than it ever did in Auckland.
“489 kilometers per hour at the speed trap, that is night and day from Mensah!”
“Those upgrades they brought are already paying off.” The pundits noted as Bea pulled back on the throttle, thrust reverser flaps flaring out at the back to help the air brakes slow the ship for the stadium section.

”Heavy tailwind expected when you reach the summit.” Bea’s engineer cautioned over the radio.
There was no response as the ship climbed the mountain, but eagle-eyed viewers watching the onboard would note a quick flick of the stick to the other side mid-corner as she reached the top to keep the ship pointed where it was supposed to be as the wind tried to rotate the rear of the ship.

“Purple sector one for Ward.”

”Engine mode ‘high’ please, and full deploy.”
”Mode high, full send.” Bea read back, slightly changing the fuel mixture and angle of fan blades to better work at higher altitude as the ship tore across the flat mountain top.

“That’s sector two purple as well, she’s on an absolute flyer!”
“She’s three tenths up on Mensah already.”
“Well, she did say she wanted to make it a proper fight with SuperCat here.”

”Mode ‘low’ and do not charge.”
”Mode low.” Bea confirmed the setting as she seemingly fell rather than drove off the mountain toward the sea level.

“And that’s Ward’s lap, over six tenths ahead of provisional P2.”
“Where did they find that form?”
“Maybe the Highlanders sent some nice whisky as thanks for Bea’s promotion to pour into the tank? Anyway, here’s the radio.”
”Nice job, you’ve beaten them all.” Alistair said in reference to the five that had their runs before Bea as she slowed down and moved aside to let Lowry past her on her outlap. ”Mode ‘slow’ as usual, and radiator to ‘auto’.”
”That was *BEEEEP*ing spectacular.” She cheered as several flaps opened on at back of the ship to help cool the engine in the hot African air, ”Mode slow, radiator automatic.”



Lowry was exactly where Carrera Condor expected her to be. But then went Mulder. Then Kovalenko. And then Ava, and then Neves and with each one, cheers could be heard from the Carrera Condor garage and Bea’s side in particular. Zenix couldn’t put a damper on the mood, especially since Hornfleur, Wedgewood and Han put the smiles back on.


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Episode 2: Hunting Apex



”How does it feel? The team had to make me wear diving weights to stop me from bouncing off the walls, that’s how!” Bea was indeed one big, wide grin, leaning forward with her elbows on her knees and bouncing on the balls of her feet. ”When you and I were talking after the race in Auckland, I almost said I expected this to be worse because I know where I’m strong and where I’m not and this track has the latter in spades, so you can imagine my surprise.”
”As to where it came from, you’ll have to take a rain check and I’ll tell you once I know, because I have no clue.” She shrugged, leaning back again. ”I don’t even think there’s that much to be brave about on this circuit, there’s less proper corners than cheat days in a meal plan, you take half of them either flat out or just with a lift.“ ‘Lift’ wasn’t an entirely accurate term for AG ships with their HOTAS control scheme, but why change things that work? ”I think the difference between us is down to the setup. I’m running my ship with stronger repulsion and weaker magnets - less stable, but riding higher lets me push harder in the bankings without worrying about bottoming out.
But with where the ships are now and what this track demands, we’re definitely looking forward, not back.”




GalwayGirl: >“I expected this to be worse because I know where I’m strong and where I’m not and this track has the latter in spades.”
>Qualifies 7th.
TruckerTim:

CarreraCarmen: Now that was a LAP! Double points tomorrow, let’s go!.
AndesAG: right? that was clinical
Sol_de_Mayo: She was pretty cocky in that interview, let’s see her actually capitalise.
Richie: Finally some fire. Get your elbows out, let’s gooo!
Mate0: “If all you have is one flash in the pan it means nothing, doesn’t matter who you beat.”
Laugh_Ness: hate to say it, but the argie’s git a point.
Zero: If you look at the ships only, she only got beaten by Southern Cross and Al-Saqr, both of which are better than Carrera Condor at this track. And Silver Apex, because Silver Apex.
DohnJoe: lmao i see it now, kitties dead last at their home track on ship performance. rip
Hotstuff: just me or was Villarosa not happy about being outqualified
Javi: just u
DadManWalking: “I don’t think there’s much to be brave about here.” 600 km/h top speeds. These fucking people.
Crossfit_Crusader: #RallyBrave!
GalwayGirl: Built. Different. :D



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ZNX-5-01: “'Atraf” [Acknowledged]



“When I was birthed, the Water Wars had been raging for close to 4 years already. Being fifth-generation of my gene-seed, even I don’t know exactly what the early years looked like, or what truly kicked it off into full-blown warfare, and I don’t think we ever will. No matter what future history books will say, I know it wasn’t clear-cut, it never was. It was chaos then. Factions and strategies shifted almost daily, what motivated them did so too. And the staging for the wars themselves had been a century in the making. Do you know who the original founders of the Arabic Union were? Oligarchs. Oil sheikhs. Private militias. Foreign investors. An untouchable bunch of obscenely rich people who clawed up as much power and influence as they could. They controlled the black gold before. Now they would control the blue. And people knew. They knew what the rationing would be like, and who would be on the bottom of the priority queue, or on the bottom of the boot for that matter. Entire provinces were uprooted as the Union’s Waterworks consolidated the streams their families had fostered for generations, leaving them to trek through desert and warzone to get to the -conveniently- Union-controlled urban centers. There, many of them dehydrated anyway, or died from disease, and many of those that survived turned to begging, scavenging, prostitution, crime, worse… Rinse. Repeat. And so it went. They were very bleak years. Many died, before an equilibrium was finally reached. And in the end, it took over ten years before the Union was finally said to be victorious. The region stabilized; a conquered land always does, in one way or another. All for the best, I suppose…”



Assault on Al-Galala Military Water Depot

Soundtrack: Paul Ruskay - The Calm Before The Storm

Date: November 12, 2061
Location: Red Sea Hills, nearby Al-Galala city, North-Eastern Egypt
Target: Al-Galala Military Water Depot
Objective: Sabotage a key water depot for the Al-Galala military zone, supplying the Union’s military operations in the desert regions of eastern-Egypt.


Rebel Forces:
Union Forces:
  • 12 operatives, incl. 2 supersoldiers
  • 2 Exomech suits, in DesertCryptic adaptive camo
  • 4 Light vehicles, 4x Sonar, 2x RPGs, 2x infrared painters
  • Explosive charges
  • Assault weapons loadout
  • 36 security guards
  • 12 misc. security crew
  • 8 Light vehicles
  • 3 Aerial drones
  • Light to medium weapons loadout



Phase 0: Briefing/Prep (14:00 - 14:30 LT)

Command: “Attention: High-priority. Objective is to disable Union hub [COORDS: ENCRYPTED]. Expect heavy resistance. You have 24 hours for execution and extraction. Satellite feeds show three drones patrolling randomized routes. Use the cover of night for insertion. Distraction and stealth is imperative. Signal for detonation is three bursts on the comms. Return, or leave no trace. The Water Will Flow.”
ION/ZNX: “Acknowledged.”

Phase 1: Infiltration (02:00 - 03:30 LT)

In the dark of night the desert grew deathly cold. Comms chatter was minimal, and even when decrypted, it would’ve only vaguely sounded like one of the regional languages. Words were shortened, phrases were minimized, meanings unambiguated. In a war as asymmetric as this, all that counted was ruthless efficiency. And that, they were...

ION (02:02): “Approaching compound.”
ZNX (02:12): “In position. Give status, Recon.”
Recon Lead (02:14): “Potential weak points in the perimeter. Sending coordinates. We’ll distract the patrols, putting IR-patches down now. Standby for engagement.”
Recon Lead (02:24): “Engaging.”
ZNX/ION (02:25): “Moving in.”
ION (02:35): “Jump-packs engaged. Bypassing security fence.”
ION (02:36): “Done.”
ZNX (02:36): “Infiltrating the compound.”
Recon Lead (03:42): “Drones are down. Another security contingent has exited the compound. Engaging.”
ZNX (02:58): “Acknowledged. Taking the south section.”
ION (02:58): “Taking north.”

Phase 2: Assault (03:00 - 04:00 LT)

Recon Lead (03:02): “Secondary alarm has been triggered. You’ve been spotted. We can’t help you now.”
ZNX (03:03): “Better move quick. Planting charges.”
ZNX (03:15): “Encountering hostiles. Engaging.”
ZNX (03:19): “Three guards neutralized.”
ZNX (03:25): “Final charge planted. Extracting.”
ZNX (03:29): “Got more hostiles.”
ZNX (03:36): “Hostiles down.”
ION (03:39): “Final charge planted. Extracting. Try not to blow it all before I’m out, Z.”

Phase 3: Extraction (03:45 - 05:00 LT)

ION (03:45): “Got some hostiles on my 6. Calm down, we’re leaving already.”
Recon Lead (04:00): “Stay sharp. Union forces are advancing towards your position.”
ZNX (04:03): “Providing covering fire.”
ZNX (04:10): “Arrived at Rendez-vous point. Execute: [ENCRYPTED KEY 1].”
ION (04:13): “Execute: [ENCRYPTED KEY 2]. Let’s get loud.”
(04:14): Three short bursts

Then, for a fraction of a second, the starry night briefly turned to day as the compound went up in a mass of fire, debris and water plumes.

ZNX (04:16): “Target destroyed. Returning to base. Prepare medical unit; arm injury.”
Recon Lead (04:18): “Negative. Divert, dig down and lay low. Union forces are on high alert and tracking your exit route. We’ll give the return signal. Mission success.”
ZNX/ION (04:19): “Acknowledged.”

Phase 4: Propaganda (06:00 - ...)

(on repeat) “To the leaders of the self-styled Arabic Union: You have taken the water of life from our people and built your power on their deaths and oppression. We did not want to be your enemy, but you leave us no choice. Withdraw your soldiers and return what you stole, or face the consequences. You will drown in your greed. To the People: They will say we are your enemy. But we are your Brothers and Sisters, your Nieces and Nephews, your Uncles and Aunts, your Mothers and Fathers! And together, we will fight those who try to take our future! Look out for us! We will come bearing gifts! The Water Will Flow!”



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Kais Zenix @ASZenix:
"☄️💫 Layla and I are bringing our S-game, ready to hit Cape Town and show you how The Falcons fly! ☄️💫
#AlSaqrRacing #DeltaHyper #FormulaAG #CapeTownAGP #LetsGO"


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Episode 2: Hunting Apex


Saturday March 18th, 2094
Cape Town, South Africa

The views of Cape Town were something else. Glittering spires of glass and greenery amidst the managed wilderness of the mountain range and the Atlantic coastline. It was a testament to the tenacity of the human spirit. To not dwell on the darker times of history, but to make it grow instead. And grow it had: even the once-threatened Fynbos had made a comeback to give extra color to the environment, and the holograms in celebration of the race, of the animals extinct-no-more, made the event a true spectacle. If only Kais had the time to appreciate it all through the blur of speed. His qualification lap had just ended, and as he glided into the pit for checkups and took off his helmet, he shared his thoughts with the crew.

“Bias the glare auto-filters more towards .7 when we get out from under Table Mountain’s shadow. Sun’s killing out there.”

“Yeah, we hadn’t noticed,” the young mechanic said as he rolled up the disembarking steps, sweating buckets. And bullets too when Kais shot him a glare against which the mechanic had, so to say, no auto-filters to match. “I mean… Copy that… sir?”

“Hmm… Everything else seems okay enough. Speed’s solid, energy system's solid, no signs of overheating. But handling in the vertical is still easier than the horizontal.”

“Well, the ship is made to be maximally forward-driving, it’s basically a brick-shaped drive array, and that just lends itself more to vertical handling than horizontal. Should work well enough for this track.” The mechanic started to turn back to his duties before he seemed to remember something else: “...and ‘okay enough’? The two of you have ended in P4 and 6!”

“You heard me.”



At the Interview

Well, that was quite something from both of you, Layla and Kais! You must be excited for the race tomorrow and look to take a solid point haul, what with the huge speed advantage you seem to have on the rest of the midfield?

“Indeed, Aurora, the engineers have worked their [CENSORED] off to make our ships fly fast. Now it’s up to us to do what we do best and make them fly hard.”

Well, it sounds like last time out, you both had your sights locked on Nora and Harrison. Have you got any words for the Southern Cross pair?

“Hmm… Southern Cross had a strong run, but so did we. I’d wish them luck, but words are cheap. Let our racing tomorrow do the talking. And if Nora and Harrison get in the way? Well, we’ll make certain they know we’re coming.”



Al-Saqr Garage: Strategy Meeting

“Man, this brings back memories…” Omar said as he watched Yasif, Al-Saqr’s lead simulation analyst, pull up graphs and simulated race visualizations. “One of my first jobs with Al-Saqr -waaay back when- was in financial analysis, actually. The green lines were my favorite.”

“Fascinating…”

“Hear that? Next thing you know you’ll be Team Principal.” Layla said. Yasif nearly choked on his coffee. “Oh believe me that’s not my ambition, not even in 15 years I don’t think I’ll be ready. I’ve heard dealing with the military contacts alone is a real hassle.” “Oh, you have no idea.” Omar said as he winked at Kais. He didn’t wink back.

“Ah, there! See this?” Yasif nearly jumped out of his seat to point at one of the lines that had appeared on-screen. The trio looked over his shoulder. It would’ve been almost uncomfortable, if the guy wasn’t positively giddy about an insight they’d had. Al-Saqr had a team devoted to gathering as much data from races that they could, from drone footage and video feeds to internal metrics, and wrangling it all into a digital representation the best they could. Then they would use it to create profiles on the racers, and extrapolate how they might race future tracks. There was more uncertainty than certainty, of course: they couldn’t predict opposing ships’ upgrades before the fact, and reducing people to a set of model parameters was more than a fool’s errand, but if the talks during their way-past-9-to-5 ‘fun-and-mezze-nights’ were any indication, it made for interesting speculations at the very least. “Nora likes racing aggressively. Boom, see there? Dives straight into the apex. And the majority of simulations of the Lion’s Head say she might do the same with the vertical apex there. Fast over, then straight down. *swoosh* That’s exactly where you might find space for the M-Strike. Gonna be tricky, though. Pull back too late, and Kais The Meteor might go down in history as The Meteorite instead.”

“You know she’s going to try to counter us, Kais,” Layla pitched in, her face betraying a hint of doubt about the whole thing. “Especially when you give the mags some slack in that maneuver. I worry she’s got some tricks from the Underground up her sleeve.”

“Well, there’s your problem.” Kais said. “I never worry when I’m racing.”

“I know, that’s why I’m saying it now,” Layla bit back. “Don’t push your luck too much in the descents. There are plenty of other options for overtakes. And if we work together, we have a real chance to push our way into the top 3 here.”

“We, or just you?” Kais asked. He wasn’t oblivious to the implication hidden in her words: keep Nora engaged as I fly past you both.

“Be nice.” Omar chimed in. “Anything could happen tomorrow. And a good result for either of you is good for the team. For now, just focus on punching it on the straights and climbs, play to our strengths until the wizards at engineering finish their upgrades. I’ll have the radio guys keep you updated during the race on what the telemetry and behavioral analyses say. We’ll see what we can afford then. Well done, Yasif.” And with a collegial slap on Yasif’s shoulder, he turned to check-up on the next team.

“Thank you, sir.” Yasif returned. Hesitantly he looked at Kais, who decided not to slap him quite yet, before he turned and walked away.



At the Cafeteria

Kais was pacing around the team cafeteria, slurping up his dinner through a straw when Layla spotted him and decided to join him. “You know, you could try eating more than just those nutrition packs every now and then.”

“Easier this way.” Kais shrugged. “And I like the strawberry ones.”

“Remind me to organize a team event with some actual cooking someday.” Layla responded. “Speaking of organization, why’d you leave Nadia back at HQ?”

“Not my call. Omar said she asked for more time to work with Tewe and engineering… Besides, she’s been avoiding me lately.”

“That so?” Layla raised an eyebrow. “Must’ve been your handsome smile. It can be intimidating, you know.”

“Must’ve been your humor. It’s not that funny.”

“Must’ve been your stellar sense of team-spirit.”

“Hmm… You done? Aired everything?”

“Oh, let me get my list.”

“Let’s not. I can already guess what’d be your number 1 anyway: that I don’t just let you be our number 1 by default.”

Layla smiled like she was caught with her hand in the cookie jar. “Alright, alright, fair, fair. Guess we’ll just have to wait and see what strat the boss chooses tomorrow. In the meantime…”

“Punch it on the straights and climbs…” Kais finished the sentence with a small smirk.

As Layla went on to grab her own dinner, Kais turned, but seemed to be in two minds about walking away this time. He turned toward her again. “One more thing. About Nadia.”



Message Log: Nadia (Intern)

Kais:
“Be glad you’re not here now. I think I’ve seen some of the crew actually melting out there.”
“The energy systems you worked on with engineering's working a treat. I might very well be the coolest of the bunch during the race.”

Nadia:
“Thanks. I’ll pass on the compliment. The boys will be happy to hear that :)”



Message Log: YALLAAAAA

Nadia:
“Did you put Kais up to this?”
Layla:
“I have no idea what you’re talking about 😇



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Saturday March 18th 2094
Qualifying Day
South African AGP
Cape Town, South Africa
0637 GMT





Hyeon-Ae ran her fingers through the stream of water pouring from the faucet and sighed. Ten seconds on the coldest setting and still lukewarm. Was it even possible to live like this? Was she just spoiled? No, she decided, with a mild frown kept to herself, it was them who were content to live in squalor. She wetted the hand towel lightly and used it to dab at her forehead before laying it over her shoulder and turning the faucet off.

Back in her room, she swiped open her touchpad and sat down on the bed as she pressed play on the footage she'd been watching the night before. Old footage from South Africa. She'd practiced on it, ran it in a simulator, and even then there could be something she missed to be gained from simple analysis like this.

She flicked through footage and snapshots of previous years' pilots who were going to face her on this track and had at least last year of prior experience with the layout. Did she gain much from it? She'd already combed over their weaknesses with a fine tooth comb, and looking at highlights of Stirling taking corners wouldn't be of much help since the Zygon machine was hopelessly outclassed. Still, maybe she'd find a kernel of information. What else was there to do but work?





Race prep
Several hours later


Hyeon-Ae obsessively checked the clasp on her glove again, staring at the machine in front of her as had become her ritual of choice. All around her, engineers pulled out the final stops for the moment ahead. The strategy team and old man Jinwoo had told her not to put too much of her energy into this one hot-lap, that results would shake out properly during the real thing.

But they were wrong. Broadcasting strength was as important as being strong. Fans, sponsors, the team, her own willpower. Everything was tuned by reactions to the world as they perceived it; a bad result would temper expectations going forward, a good result would lift interest in the team - and more importantly in the brand that was Han Hyeon-Ae.

She stretched out her arms as they contained her in the bulky suit, helmet locking to keep her in with only her own breath and her thoughts.

“It's ready for you, Hyeon-Ae ssi,” one of the engineers cut in from the side after all external checks were done. Hyeon-Ae made her way to the vehicle, climbing into her little metal home and shifting for comfort.

Today set the mood for the future.





Radio Highlights


“Overheat warnings.”

Ye, I'm pushing it.”



“Whose idea exactly was it to tune the dorsals to such high resistance? We need to talk about this.”




DELTΔ HYPER




Interview





Hyeon-Ae, who had been sitting quiet, placidly smiling while Aurora and Cassie spoke, straightened her back as she expected the questions to soon swing her way.

"A shame, but these things can happen. Han, do you look forward to fighting in the mid pack and bringing home the points?”

“I am looking forward to it, of course. Valkyrie are, how do you say, a classic nemesis, but I think we will do well against them.” Han offered with a confident smile, before tilting her head briefly towards Cassie. The camera picks up the brief look that does not look as filled with camaraderie. But you'd have to pause for it. “And Miss Cassie should not be discounted either; she always finds new ways to surprise us with her bold moves.”





Post-qualifier
Bathroom


She gripped the porcelain tightly, eyes downcast to stare at the swirling water escaping down the drain. It's not your fault. This isn't you. You did your part. The mantra repeated in her head, over and over, a futile attempt to ward away the self-criticism, the doubt. The memories of punishment and disappointment. Perfection is the only way. The racing team - the sponsors - Cassie - none of them had acted like this was any issue. None of them seemed worried, none of them were unhappy. So why did she feel so nauseous?

“Miss Hyeon-Ae, Marketing Manager Lee wants to speak with you. I have her here on the phone.” Sanbeng spoke through the door.

Hyeon-Ae looked up at the mirror, at the weak, unacceptable loser staring back at her. She lifted her hand to pull a few hairs from her eyes, and relaxed her face slowly. Practiced smiling gently a few times. Drove away the demons with some practiced happiness. With a task to focus on - to talk to someone - the doubts went away on their own. Now it was time to perform again. She left her hiding place to exit back out into reality. Took the phone off of her aide.

“Naeyun nim, what a delight to hear from you so soon~...”
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