Starion Motorsports (Decommissioned)

*Parting Ways*

< Starion HQ, Glover's office, 4/6 late evening >

OK. Sheets on the stuff staying, the other stuff is in route. I hope first class isn't doin too much to make up for all this crap...Jesus Christ, I really am a massive ******* idiot. Worried about plane tickets being too much, they won't even remember the flight when they get their...uhhh...severance. I just hope they're able to use them.

Ed: We've finished with our clean out...what...err.

You two have done more than enough. Thank you. Those deals are still available for both of you, y'all know that, right.

Yes sir. We...ahh...we just don't know how we wanna go from here.

Fair enough. When y'all do decide, and if you each want to go a different route that'd be fine, but let me know. You helped me, it's my turn now.

Thank you.

*Both leave, main door latch echoes through the dormant building*

*sigh* I'm gonna have to talk myself out of torching this place from the inside A LOT if the echoes are gonna be that bad, ******* hell.

< DFW International Airport, Terminal E, 4/7 @ 8 AM >

Everything clear security?

Yeah.

Still waking up?

*shoots a look*...Really want the answer?

Still 10x the morning person I am. Come on.

How long have you been here? You sent a cab for each of us, and my bags...

About 6-ish. I bought y'all's tickets online, but couldn't sleep so I drove over just to clarify, got an hour shut-eye before you got here. Getting here early, and asking politely for help from staff, makes things easier. All your bags are in, right?

Yesss... Alright. Cut the act, what's going on, and don't BS me.

*A bit defeated* Never was one who could hide anything.....Alright, I'll tell. *composing self* *sigh* I screwed up. I stepped beyond my means, and you, Lyn, Ed, and Jeff all suffered at the hands of my idiocy. I can't change that now. I've offered to lease the shop, and the cars, to Ed and Jeff if they want to continue racing, and offered to pay for schooling if they want to go the specialist engie route. As for you and Lyn...Yes, I sent two separate cars, at two different times, and she should get here *looks at phone, 8:25* any time now.

Why?

I know you two have connected some, but I needed y'all separate. If I had to send both of you off at the same time, I'd probably cave and beg y'both not to leave.

*rolling her eyes* Really? You'd do THAT? Doesn't sound like you.

*now dejected* Yeah, I probably would, pathetic and gutless as it sounds. But hey, I'm a chicken**** anyway so why the hell wouldn't...

*repeat look*Ah, nah. Don't. Go there. I was joking. You 'aint goin' to pieces on me TODAY!

*semi-composed, uncomfertable* ...OK...well, sappy ***** out of the way, I wanted to thank you for dealing with me, for staying the first time. Here's your plane ticket, first class boarding at...this one, E33, bound for Detroit. Here's the extra key to the Viper. I had yours shipped to the family shop, it's parked in one of the work bays.

OK...what are you looking for now?

I have an address for you, and another set of keys. The address is for a shipping company, and the keys...One is thank you, one is what I'm calling a "severance", and the last...

Intercom: Now boarding Delta flight 1988 to Detroit at gate 33.

...Let's call it an early Birthday gift.

*confused, a bit irritated* You know, I don't get you. One minute you're so depressing a funeral looks like a party, the next you're ******* Santa giving **** out. What are you giving me anyway?

Wouldn't be a surprise, would it...Don't give me that look...as for my shattered mind, I can't tell you...NO ONE can tell you why I'm a burning basket case. BUT!

But. What.

It doesn't matter now. I know you. This little escapade isn't gonna stop you from doing what you want, and hopefully what those keys are tied to is one step towards your ultimate goals. Even if you don't get picked up by another team, you should at least have enough to show the world you can race, AND that you can do it better than I could.

*notably irritated*...I hate it when you get cryptic, you know that right?

How else am I gonna keep you on your toes? *smirking* You've got me covered on everything else...*text from Lynette*...Your line is building, you'd best get aboard.

*Semi-awkward hand shake/shoulder tap* Thank you.

No, Janet. Thank you...Oh yeah, one last thing. There'll be a cab in Detroit, they'll be using one of your number plates to flag you. They've been paid for the rest of the day, so enjoy your return home, and don't lose those things. I'll see you around.

*Nodding at each other, going separate ways*

*internally* That man...I don't know how he does it, but he has his crazy charm. God help him if he ever finds a girl. *Chuckling as she boards the plane*

< International Terminal D, 11 AM >

*Lynette is coming out of the customs area into main terminal hub...looking less than pristine. Still spots Glover and gives a quick curtsy*

*Bowing in return*...Problems?

Yes. *Re-fixing her hair* There's always something that doesn't match up right, usually something THEY miss but WE have to put up with. You don't look rested either...You didn't pull another all-nighter, did you?

That obvious?

Sir, you really shouldn't stress yourself so much. It's not good for you.

I know, but I'm not important now...or ever, really...what is important is making sure all your affairs are in order.

Everything in my control has been ironed out. *she says sheepishly*

Good, good...*looking at her, wondering how she's been through security and customs without even an errant crease in her clothes, then spying the sheepish look*...Janet shot you a text before she boarded, didn't she?

.....Perhaps.

*Rolls eyes, pinches bridge* Figures, that was a bit out-of-character for me...Alright, what did she spill?

She said you were jumping emotions, and that you likely had something for me...and that you were being cryptic again.

*internally* What's the problem with cryptic? It's worked for millenia, why is it frowned upon?

What is going on? I know some of the cars were shipped out last week.

The Astons and RX-7s were put into storage, I don't know what I'm doing with the GTs yet, Jeff and Ed haven't made up their minds on what they're gonna do. I may decide to race them next season, who knows, I don't...sorry, I'm getting worked up...I DO have things for you. Firstly, your plane ticket. It's no Concorde, but first class should at least help the process of getting over this whole escapade...

Sir? May I say something?

Yes, of course.

I...*looking upset*...I'm sorry. I wasn't good enough...

*serious mode:engaged* Apology denied.

B-b-but I *Looking up, on the verge of tears*

Lynette Adelaide, listen to me here and now. YOU...have NOTHING to be sorry about. Absolutely NOTHING.

Y-y-yes sir.

Lynette, look me in the eyes.

*Doing so through tears of...many emotions*

Lynette Adelaide, were it not for you choosing to join me, there wouldn't have been a team. You and Janet both gave me reason to keep fighting, to keep coming back. You are the reason we became a cohesive unit and not an unmanageable mass of talent and egos. You counteracted my abrasive nature time and time again, and while you don't have the mechanical skill the others do, you comforted them when they needed it and supported and cheered them on the rest of the time. You are a wonderful woman, and in my eye you are not merely a maiden, you are a true Lady.

*Lyn's eye's light up with joy...and maybe a little embarrassment*

In fact...I owe you. Not only apologies for the rest of my mortal life, but I owe you more than I can ever repay. I'm the reason things didn't go well. I'm the reason people haven't been flooding your e-mail, actively courting you to drive for them. I'm the reason this team was a stain in GRL. I'm the reason...why you're here.

*still at attention, looking confused now* S-sir?

*sigh* I've caused all your misery of late. The poor finishes, the constant questions, the episode at Road America...Had it not been for Brunstead stepping up, even if he did miss at first, HE put you into good spirits, which is something I've never done...and will never be able to do. I'm a miserable **** who acts as a black hole, pulling everyone else into it, including you.

You...you saw...Andreas and I? *I didn't realize her face could be that red*

Yes. And I'm glad he did something. He seems to be a decent person, even if he had someone giving him a push in the right direction, he still had to follow through and fix his bobble. He did, you've been working with me for over a year and I've screwed it up at every possible turn.

Sir, you've been very good to me. I don't regret anything.

*fighting tears himself* ...This is why I didn't want to send you both off at the same time. I know you don't regret it Lynette...that's why you're a better person than I'll ever be. I don't regret hiring you, Janet, Jeff, or Ed...I regret the abject hell I've run you all through. And for that alone, I can never be forgiven.

Sir, please stop talking that way!

Intercom: Now boarding British Airways Flight 4119 to London-Heathrow at gate 20.

*composing self* Here's your last things. Your ticket, for the flight they just announced. Your Viper's spare key, which I had sent to you're family's home for safekeeping...This is a shipping number, and an address...

*looking over location.* Surrey? What's there?

A number of things, but importantly I talked with a man who told me he could store a few things and handle some larger shipments to make our overseas trips a little easier. A staging area, basically. And that is where I'm shipping your stuff to. *pulls out a set of keys* You've got three keys here. One's for putting up with me, one's compensation for putting up with me, and one...is a belated birthday gift.

*stalls, then hugs Glover tightly, crying* You...You remembered my birthday!?!

*returning the hug* Yes. I'm sorry that I didn't say anything, I'm a horrible person, but I hope that the gift makes up for my shortcomings.

Th-Thank you!

It's the least I can do...

Intercom: British Airways Flight 4119 will be leaving shortly.

Lynette...it's time.

*slowly releasing her hold, looking dejected* Yes sir.

Lynette?

Sir?

I've one more thing. When you get home, enjoy yourself, and enjoy life. But when you start thinking about racing again, don't hold back. This is your dream, you have a chance to do it how you truly want to. When the opportunity arises, take advantage of it. What those keys are tied to is an opportunity. You may not get any offers to race this season, but that doesn't mean you won't have the chance. I've given you what I thought was best to make your own way through the racing world. I only ask that you put them to good use. Promise me you will?

I promise. I won't give up if things look bleak.

Champion...Lynette Adelaide, it's been an honor to know you and a privilege work with you. *Bows as elegantly as he can...it needs work*

*stifling a giggle, she curtsies properly in return* As it has been with you as well, Mr. Glover.

*both rise upright.*

Goodbye Lynette.

*Lynette turns and boards her flight. Glover goes to the tram car*

*internally* I do wish he wouldn't be so hard on himself...or vulgar. He's a good person at heart, if only he would see it.

< Terminal A Parking, 2 PM >

*Glover, on foot*

Why the hell didn't I just take the tram? Oh yeah, I'm an IDIOT. I'm also soft-hearted, hard-hearted, hard-headed, pessimistic, and a phychotic nut-job. All that's left is to be fat, slow, and ugly...oh, right, I'm that too. Aaaaauuuuuugggggh...

*walks up to an old white pick-up*

Well Casper...looks like it's back to the real world for us. I know the plan was to rebuild ya, but until I get something that can be the DD you're the workhorse again.

*gets in and starts the truck. there are files in the passenger seat. Phone buzzes with a message from Janet Evans, the preview reads "I don't know if I should thank you or curse you!"*

*smiling genuinely* At least I've still got connections...and at least I can still help some people out trying to make it. But right now...I just need to drive.

*pulls out, turns up the radio, and drives away*

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