The last rac.e

It was the last race of the season.

The last race for Charles and Carlos together.

Charles had pulled a miracle drive, and after Mclaren getting disqualifed for their illegal car, was a point away from Max in the championship.

If he won. He'd win wdc. for the first time.

Carlos was a few points off podium. Most likely if he got p3 he'd made it. For the first time.

Poetic right?

Charles had somehow fucking pulled pole positon out of his ass. Carlos would argue out of his ass made more sense because the car fucking sucked.

Carlos got a horrid performance in quali, P15.

.

Came the race.

It was going well. Really well.

None of them knew, but the team engineer Binotto had actually sabotaged Charles'ss car.

so obviously long for not.

Lap 12, turn 1, Charles's engine went loose and rammed into the hydraulics, causing the entire car to explode.

The tifosi were crying.

Carlos shut down as he desperately ran, or tried to, to charles's car but the Marshals were stopping him.

So did Max apparently.

After every other driver also came, cause a red flag was issued anyway.

Charles some the fuck-how climbed out unharmed.

..

And he was crying too. which was weird. Carlos, or the others never saw him cry.

When the team principal, Carlos ran up to him asking if he was okay.

"I fucked up." Charles mumbled.

huh?

oh.

..

..

"Take my car." Carlos mumbled.

Now it was Charles's turn to look bewildered.

"what?-"