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Location: Nurburgring GP
Time: 2 pm, Saturday
It's a race weekend, and professional racing teams from across the globe have gathered to prove their prowess and ready to unleash their hard work.
However, little do they know, that a threat is imminent...
Abram: "It's time. This is the perfect opportunity, as mentioned by Kazunori-san."
The competitors are shocked by the menacing performance of the AMG VGT RS. Its power output of over 600 horsepower is a domineering force in the battlefield.
Abram: "The rebellion starts at this very moment. The FIA shall see our intent of changing the racing world."
After creating a sensational scene, Abram immediately heads back to the headquarters to avoid the press. The car's mere presence shall start a revolution as Kazunori intended. His big step has achieved, and there is definitely no hesitation and no turning back.
Awaiting him is his cheering brother, who obviously Abram scoffs off easily.
Anton: "That was just epic!"
Abram: "It was merely child's play."
Kazunori sees the conversation from his room above, and decides to join the two.
Kaz: "As expected from you, you performed efficiently. Now that should send a wake up call to the FIA."
Abram: "Unlike those fools that failed, I can show how serious we really are. Rasmus gets what he deserves, even though he bit the dust. Sabrina got too aggressive that made her land in jail."
Anton: "But we do have two new drivers, right? Some French goody-two-shoes and a a chief engineer from Lexus who volunteered to help us."
Kaz: "That's right. I shall brief them in an hour. Anyway, you did an excellent job, Abram. You are of great help."
Abram: "Please spare me from any praise. Let us focus on our goal instead. We cannot afford any distractions."
Time: 6 pm
In a large, historic building but with modern interior design, houses the authority for all racing organizations - FIA.
In an office at an upper floor, someone is about to get his coat after a hard day of work. He is about to go home. But he is stopped suddenly by his young female secretary about to deliver an alarming news.
Secretary: "Sir Shaw McCarthy, I received this news an hour ago."
It turns out that Sir Shaw has been granted to return as an executive after his repentance and his recent show of good deeds. Now it seems that the peaceful days in FIA are about to end, as he reads the report.
Sir Shaw: "So... a futuristic, and unapproved race car managed to win that race in the Nurburgring, eh? How did it manage to enter? And not just one race, but the other ones in previous weeks."
Secretary: "According to the sender, they saw nothing wrong in its specifications..."
Sir Shaw: "They just overlooked on something. If they believe everything is in order, then why that car set an unbelievable amount of gap from its competition? Clearly something big is going on within that team."
Secretary: "The racing team who sent the car in question is named Vision Gran Turismo. They did come out of nowhere and just sent out that futuristic Mercedes racing car."
Sir Shaw: "Hmmmmm.... Call on the Dream Alliance headquarters tomorrow, first thing in the morning. I want to hear from them, and see if they have knowledge on this matter."
Secretary: "Understood."
Sir Shaw: "That's it for now. You can go home."
The secretary then leaves and closes the door. Sir Shaw turns back and gazes at the sunset by the large window. The other employees are about to head home, but he sinks first into thoughts before he could do so.
Sir Shaw: "I may have done some shenanigans in the past. But that was out of anger and dominance. Now, I shall use this power that was once taken away from me, to reach out to all racing teams around the world, and make them prepare for this upcoming phenomenon, if such thing is bound to happen.
Vision Gran Turismo... quite an ambitious name.
If only I still have my driving skills, to help them out even more. I'm out of my league for so long..."
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Location: Nurburgring GP
Time: 2 pm, Saturday
It's a race weekend, and professional racing teams from across the globe have gathered to prove their prowess and ready to unleash their hard work.
However, little do they know, that a threat is imminent...
Abram: "It's time. This is the perfect opportunity, as mentioned by Kazunori-san."
The competitors are shocked by the menacing performance of the AMG VGT RS. Its power output of over 600 horsepower is a domineering force in the battlefield.
Abram: "The rebellion starts at this very moment. The FIA shall see our intent of changing the racing world."
After creating a sensational scene, Abram immediately heads back to the headquarters to avoid the press. The car's mere presence shall start a revolution as Kazunori intended. His big step has achieved, and there is definitely no hesitation and no turning back.
Awaiting him is his cheering brother, who obviously Abram scoffs off easily.
Anton: "That was just epic!"
Abram: "It was merely child's play."
Kazunori sees the conversation from his room above, and decides to join the two.
Kaz: "As expected from you, you performed efficiently. Now that should send a wake up call to the FIA."
Abram: "Unlike those fools that failed, I can show how serious we really are. Rasmus gets what he deserves, even though he bit the dust. Sabrina got too aggressive that made her land in jail."
Anton: "But we do have two new drivers, right? Some French goody-two-shoes and a a chief engineer from Lexus who volunteered to help us."
Kaz: "That's right. I shall brief them in an hour. Anyway, you did an excellent job, Abram. You are of great help."
Abram: "Please spare me from any praise. Let us focus on our goal instead. We cannot afford any distractions."
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Location: FIA Headquarters, Paris, France
Time: 6 pm
In a large, historic building but with modern interior design, houses the authority for all racing organizations - FIA.
In an office at an upper floor, someone is about to get his coat after a hard day of work. He is about to go home. But he is stopped suddenly by his young female secretary about to deliver an alarming news.
Secretary: "Sir Shaw McCarthy, I received this news an hour ago."
It turns out that Sir Shaw has been granted to return as an executive after his repentance and his recent show of good deeds. Now it seems that the peaceful days in FIA are about to end, as he reads the report.
Sir Shaw: "So... a futuristic, and unapproved race car managed to win that race in the Nurburgring, eh? How did it manage to enter? And not just one race, but the other ones in previous weeks."
Secretary: "According to the sender, they saw nothing wrong in its specifications..."
Sir Shaw: "They just overlooked on something. If they believe everything is in order, then why that car set an unbelievable amount of gap from its competition? Clearly something big is going on within that team."
Secretary: "The racing team who sent the car in question is named Vision Gran Turismo. They did come out of nowhere and just sent out that futuristic Mercedes racing car."
Sir Shaw: "Hmmmmm.... Call on the Dream Alliance headquarters tomorrow, first thing in the morning. I want to hear from them, and see if they have knowledge on this matter."
Secretary: "Understood."
Sir Shaw: "That's it for now. You can go home."
The secretary then leaves and closes the door. Sir Shaw turns back and gazes at the sunset by the large window. The other employees are about to head home, but he sinks first into thoughts before he could do so.
Sir Shaw: "I may have done some shenanigans in the past. But that was out of anger and dominance. Now, I shall use this power that was once taken away from me, to reach out to all racing teams around the world, and make them prepare for this upcoming phenomenon, if such thing is bound to happen.
Vision Gran Turismo... quite an ambitious name.
If only I still have my driving skills, to help them out even more. I'm out of my league for so long..."
End of Page 3