Chapter 21 - Deploying C4
We were in Rome, setting up for another race in the European Championship. I had taken my C4 to the race - its first truly competitive race since its accident at Toscana.
"You think the C4's gonna make it to the end, Russell?"
"Haha! It's only fitting you'd say that, given what it is."
"...I know, right?"
I then caught eye of a rather threatening looking driver, who's face was dropped down coldly.
"Uh...Katie, who's that guy? He looks like a bit of an ice queen."
"He's Mjolnirs Kreyvak of Iceland."
"Fitting then!"
"Aha. Don't take him too lightly though, his Volvo-"
"Volvo?! Threatening?!"
"...Anywho, he's actually a rather good driver around here. He's better at rallying cars to be honest but his S60 is actually the fastest FF racer around here."
"That title won't last long. Hehe."
"...Well, hopefully it won't. Hehe."
I got in the C4 and got myself prepped up for the race.
"Don't push yourself too hard in your C4."
"I'm sure I won't even need to, Katie."
"...Well then, good luck. You still remember everything from our last race?"
"...Uh...no. That was the other way round."
"...Fair enough. Good luck! Go get 'em!"
"Indeed."
So, we were now ready and lined up for the race.
Starting Grid
1. Black Citroen C5
2. Mjolnirs' Red Volvo S60
3. White Alfa 147 GTA
4. Black Mercedes 190E EvoII
5. Grey Audi S3
6. Blue Volkswagen Golf GTI V
7. Jason's Red Citroen C4
8. Black Audi S4
9. Blue Lancia Delta Integrale
10. Black Audi TT 3.2
11. Silver Mercedes 300SL
12. Red BMW M Coupe
"Le C5 is for victoire!"
"Mwahaha. I shall have fun driving this..."
"Forza Alfa! Let's-e go!"
"Haha, this 190E is too awesome for die rest of der field! Hahaha!"
"Die S3 muss gewinnen! (The S3 must win!)"
"Haha. Mein Golf ist simples, but effective! Hahaha!"
"This'll be fun, watching other drivers weep in my wake. Haha."
"No way can I lose in this thing! Hahaha!"
"Forza for Lancia! This great car shall win today! Yay!"
"TT is fast, but not good enough from here. Damn."
"Diese 300SL ist zu alt... (This 300SL is too old...)"
"Why is it always me in last? Damn damn damn damn damn!"
We got off the line and I stayed with the Golf in front.
"Let's do this thing, man!"
In fact, he was passed straight away.
"Woo! There's one gone."
"Ach, nein! (Oh, no!)"
The S3 was dismissed very easily too.
"Nein nein nein nein! (No no no no!)"
"Oh yes yes yes yes."
Next up was a tough 190E to pass.
"This 190E...so awesome, but simply not powerful enough."
"No! My awesomeonater is not good enough for THIS? No!"
Or so it seemed at first. I was past him even before the end of the straight.
"As I have proven by passing him down...here. Aha."
"Stupid! Damn!"
The 147 GTA though was a far more convincing target to pass.
"This-a cannot be happening! No!"
"I'm coming for ya, 147! Hehe!"
"Oh dude, what? He's getting away!"
"I can haul him in down here though!"
The front 3 locked into a battle of their own and I watched on as they all locked horns.
"Non! This cannot be!"
"Haha! Silly C5! Give it up!"
"Haha! This is-a great!"
That battle gave me a chance to pounce on the 147.
"Come on! Get through, man!"
"No!"
And I duly took that chance.
"Later, dawg!"
"No!"
The C5 was reeled in almost immediately.
"All we know is, it's not the C4..."
"Non! Do not pass!"
And then passed.
"...but it is the C4's saloon cousin!"
"Non!"
The S60 of Mjolnirs was all that was left. Too bad he'd gotten up quite a head of steam by this point...
"Whoa! Mjolnirs has left us in the dust!"
"Just gotta cruise it for 4 more laps now. Hahaha."
"I can't say Katie didn't warn me about this guy...he's fast."
"And he's a lot faster on the straights as well! Damn!"
"I wonder though..."
"Can I haul him in through the corners?"
"I can't tell from here yet..."
"...Yes. Yes, I am hauling him in through the corners. This is gonna work!"
"Right, let's go after this Mjolnirs guy, shall we C4?"
"I've still got 2 laps left. I'm sure I can do this..."
"Mjolnirs, I'm coming!"
"This guy...he's closed up on me! Damn!"
"I'm gonna beat you at all costs, Mjolnirs!"
"Ooh god this will be fu-u-uhn."
"Oh what man?! Now he's getting away!"
"I'm speeding up the pace a bit."
"This can't be! He's too fast now!"
"I've gotta catch him up now!"
"Hahaha...see ya later, dawg!"
"Let's take him!"
"Wait, no no no no no!"
"Aargh...damn!"
"Yes! That's the last time you'll try on me!"
"And now he's getting away AGAIN!"
"Later!"
"Come on! This must be winnable still!"
And it was.
"Right, I'm going for a pass now!"
"No! Not now!"
"Side by side!!!!!"
"No!!!!!"
"Aw man, I'm past! That was awesome!"
"Damn! No!"
I now had to get my way to the finish. Mjolnirs seemed to have largely given up now.
"This was fun."
Through the last turn I went...
"There it is...there they are..."
And across the line.
"Yes! The winner is I!"
Back in the pits, I got my prize money from the victory.
"That was a solid race, Jase."
"Thanks for that, Russ."
"How was the C4 out there?"
"It was fine. The other opponents were far faster than I imagined them being."
"As would be expected of someone coming up against cars like that in a championship with this much caliber."
"I thought that. That Mjolnirs guy had a REALLY fast S60 I know. Took me a last lap pass to get around him."
"Well, at the end of the day, you're the winner, so let's go back to Bern knowing we've collected the best prizes we can."
"Indeed. Let's go back now."
Jason has won another race in the European Championship against the mighty Mjolnirs Kreyvak and his Volvo S60. There are many races Jason and his three cohorts can enter into still though, and there is a wide world to explore, so shall the four racers continue the quest for glory in true style?
Stay tuned to Grand PriX to find out!