"MERYL! LOOK! LOOK AT THIS!" Riccardo shouted.
"WHAT?!"
"MAX VER-"
"Stop yelling." Charles groaned, being awoken from his precious sleep.
He didnt get much nowadays. So of course he was annoyed.
"No, shh, this is important," Riccardo grinned.
"WHAT IS IT?!" Meryl screamed from the other room.
"Max WON THE CHAMPIONSHIP OVER LANDO"
"WHAT?!" She strutted in fuming.
Charles put his head into his hands, as she started yelling about the FIA's injustice and how everyone should burn and kill themselves.
even other people started joining in,
"BUT LANDO'S SHIT"
"FUCK YOU"
"N-"
"SHUT UP!" Charles snapped.
"What are you guys talking about?!"
.
.
"You..dont know.?" Matteo looked at Charles incredously.
"Oh my god- just explainnnn." Charles pleaded.
"Max Verstappen won the championship.." Riccardo explained, causing Meryl to scowl.
"Uhh...what championship?"
. . .
"Do you..know who Max Verstappen is?" Riccardo was going to burst out laughing
"No?"
Meryl's eyes bulged out of her head as she giggled uncontrollably on the floor.
Joao joined, then Jacob, Grace even, and finally, Riccardo gave in, with the HIGHEST pitched, most obnoxious laughter.
Charles glared at them all.
"What.."
"YOU- AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH"
"HEY!"
they kept laughing until Charles pulled the "Im telling" card and they shut the fuck up.
...
..
"Fine.." Riccardo sighed.
"Wait, actually, do you know what formula 1 is?" Jacob interrupted.
"Uh...no?"
"Whats formula 1?"
Oh.
..
later on,
"Charles, are u aware why I've called you in?" The liutentent sighed, as Charles seemed like he was goiing to fall asleep.
"Uh- no, why?"
"Theres a mission..and due to a shortage of members, your going to have to be on field cha-"
"No." He said immediately, firmly. No hesitation.
"Charles- please-"
"Fuck no."
"You wont have to kill. Just..undercover."
..Charles nodded his head as he was listening.
"Uhm..you know what formula-"
"Yes. yes i know." Charles deadpanned.
..
"You have to be a driver Charles."
"What?" "