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The battle rages on. No anomalies to report for the entire day.
And Ravenwest seems to run well even without its top brass pulling the strings. Well, that is to be expected from a team who has established a global presence for years.
But I guess tonight won't just be a typical night...
I'm taking the helm of the LM55 once again. Both Andy and Takanori did impressive runs, but none of us managed to capture the lead, thanks to the sheer speed and strategy of the Blue Streak team. Don't give me that smug look, Dmitri. Louis is the one I'm dealing with as of this moment.
Louis and Francois are at it once again. I just learned that there's a bad blood between the two. Looks like I can't make a simple pass.
My foot is already all the way down to the floor and the LM55 launched effortlessly out of the corner, but those two LMPs are no slouch either! A difference of 100 horsepower is large indeed!
Entering the high speed banking, Louis gets overtaken as the Pescarolo slides off its pace.
I won't be able to make a move. Who knows, things might turn ugly considering the history of those two. You can't afford to do anything foolish in an endurance race!
My heart says overtake, but my brain yells louder, that I'm just an audience!
This is bollocks. And no, I don't want to sound like Rob, but I grew up in London, so... deal with it.
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Location: Rob's home, London, UK
Time: 4 am, the next day
Rob is awake at the crack of dawn, a part of his everyday routine. He starts off by heading down to the basement to train for his upcoming mission while his wife and his son Jason are sleeping.
After putting on his punching gloves, he turns on the laptop he brought along, to watch the live stream of the Daytona 24 Hour race.
Seeing his teammate holding back his pace, Rob simply puts up a grin.
Rob: "Well well well, look who's struggling to pick up. But it would be logical not to interfere. Those two French buffoons are locking heads."
He starts punching on the hanging heavy bag, with increasing strength. However, his next punch manages to rip open the bag, leaking out sand in the process.
Rob: "New bag again, I suppose. Another one for the year."
Nonetheless he carries on, while spectating the race.
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Location: Daytona International Speedway
Time: 11:30 pm
Back in the action, Hiroyuki crosses his arms as a sign of unwavering composure. Though his robotic racer Nigel expresses concern.
Nigel: "You should sleep, Hiroyuki-san. I can take charge for the night."
Hiroyuki: "No worries. I have energy to direct this team to victory, as I must always do.
Out of a sudden, Nigel sees Hiroyuki's vibrating phone on the table. He immediately hands it over.
Hiroyuki: "Nobuhiko? What seems to be the matter?"
He answers the call, all the way from Tokyo.
Nobuhiko: "Oyaji, did I wake you up? I don't know much about time zones."
Hiroyuki: "I'm still awake, and it's 11:30 in the evening over here."
Nobuhiko: "You shouldn't stay up that late, Oyaji."
Hiroyuki: "I'm not frail, you silly child. Why did you call?"
Nobuhiko: "A contact of mine has spotted Ryuji-ojisan doing runs in Suzuka this morning."
Upon finally finding out his younger brother's whereabouts, Hiroyuki shows a light touch of laughter.
Hiroyuki: "Hehehehe... so he went to Japan after all? What for? And Suzuka?"
Nobuhiko: "I am aware of your rivalry, but..."
Hiroyuki: "I know where this will end. Nobuhiko, I need you to do a favor for me. Go to my home, and ask your mother to give the LFA's key fob to you. Bring the car to Kaido for some adjustments, so that idiot will have a chance to redeem himself."
Nobuhiko: "Ah yes, your "Million-Mile" Lexus. Hehe. You use that EVERYDAY to bring you to places, instead of buying a compact car."
Hiroyuki: "I am very well aware of a car's true purpose. I'm not a showoff like the rest of you. Anyway, just bring that to Kaido and tell him that it needs a few adjustments to the chassis."
Nobuhiko: "So you plan on racing him using the LFA?"
Hiroyuki: "If Ryuji wants a fight, then I'll give it to him, simple as that. Once again, it's time to shake that rust off of me."
Nobuhiko: "Rust? Really? More of cleaning a sharp blade."
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