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ALICE Ch 250

Bright lights shine on the simple chair.

Will Buxton looks somehow less assured than usual.

“So,” he begins, raising his hands to gesture. Then he falls silent and clasps them in his lap, chewing his cheek thoughtfully. “What they did, put simply, is they bullied everybody ruthlessly. Indeed, the imagery of school children pushing people into lockers is most apt here, I think.” He pushes the air with his palms. “And while they took several penalties as a consequence, they gained enough positions to make it worthwhile. It was all done in turns three and four. That was their little kill zone. Now, two drivers working together to play defensively is hardly anything groundbreaking, but to do this offensively… you see, there’s a lot of chicken being played in this sport. When I try to overtake you, it’s a battle of wills between the two of us and the laws of physics. Our tolerance for risk. But Mio Mido was right there. Inches away. And the victim had no way of knowing what she would or would not do. Even if the victim wins the fight against Alice, if Mio hits Alice, Alice hits the victim and everyone’s race is over. And so, for more than twenty laps, every time the action up front allowed it, they did this Kamikaze run on whatever unfortunate driver they could catch in the Sector One turns. This strategy is entirely novel, and it’s made possible only by, it would seem, Alice Wilde and Mio Mido sharing the rather unique and no doubt very charming quality of being utter lunatics with no regard for their safety or the safety of anyone around them. Consequently, we were privileged to see what will go down in history as one of the greatest displays of driving in Formula One history.” He takes a deep breath. “And I wish I could say that it was the greatest display of teamwork that I have ever seen because that is exactly what it was. Until it wasn’t. And I don’t have to say anything about that. We all saw it happen.”

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