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And as he hit the Elbow, he knew which one he’d choose.

Into the Elbow, banking left, their cars almost vertical, banking hard.

And then Trouveau - as expected - made his move.

But this time, Jason held his line.

And Trouveau was a little shocked.

Halfway round the Elbow - and Jason’s vision began to blur at the edges.

7-Gs…

Further round the enormous hairpin…and his vision began to
darken
.

I can make this…
he told himself.

I can make this…

8-Gs…

Blinking. Trying…so hard…

8.5…

…to…stay…conscious…

Trouveau was almost beside him now, but the Frenchman couldn’t get past.

9-Gs…

And Jason’s face was pressed against his skull, his cheeks sucking backwards, his teeth clenched hard and he realised with a thrill that this time - yes! - he was going to make it…

Then he blacked out.

CHAPTER FIVE

NEW YORK CITY, USA (SATURDAY)

RACE 3: THE PURSUIT

LAP: 120 OF 120

Jason awoke - to the sound of ecstatically cheering crowds…and to someone banging on his helmet.

It was the Bug hammering on his helmet, trying to rouse him.

As for the crowd, they seemed to be cheering: ‘We love the Buuuuug! We love the Buuuuug!’
Jason was sitting in the
Argonaut
, but it was stationary now - caught in a Dead Zone - hovering above the low waves of the East River, but
past the Finish Line
.

Jason looked about himself in astonishment - he had no recollection of how he had got from Liberty’s Elbow to the
Finish Line.

Then he saw an action replay on a giant-screen TV on the riverbank: saw the
Argonaut
blast out of the Elbow, levelling out of its high-banking turn ahead of the
Vizir
, and roar past the camera.

And there, depicted in glorious slow-motion on the television image, leaning over Jason from behind, clutching at the
Argonaut
‘s steering wheel, guiding the car over the last few hundred metres, was the one student at the International Race School who had survived a 9-G banking turn.

The Bug.

More than that, the
Argonaut
had retained its speed from the turn (evidently, despite losing consciousness, Jason had kept leaning on his thrusters), and with the Bug at the controls, it had outrun Trouveau to the Brooklyn Bridge!

The
Argonaut,
with its pilot unconscious and its navigator leaning over him to steer, had won the damn race!

Now the Bug was smiling broadly. He explained to Jason what had happened.

‘I what?’ Jason asked. ‘I kept all our thrusters on, even after I knocked myself out?’

The Bug nodded, added something.

‘You could say that,’ Jason replied. ‘You could say I wanted to win this race
really
badly.’

The points immediately went up on the leaderboard.

10 points for Jason.

8 for Trouveau.

6 for Fabian, who took 3rd place easily.

4 for the Australian Skaife - a fine effort, but not enough to take him to the final round.

And a most unusual 2 points for Alessandro Romba, for his 5th placing; while the USAF pilot, Carver, got zero for coming 6th.

And suddenly, with the two USAF pilots both scoring no points at all and the overall leader scoring poorly, the scoreboard told a new tale:

LIBERTY MANHATTAN THE THE TOTAL

DRIVER CAR SUPERSPRINT GATE RACE PURSUIT QUEST POINTS

1. ROMBA, A (1) 10 6 2 18

Lockheed-Martin Racing

2. FABIAN (17) 9 7 6 22

Team Renault

3. TROUVEAU, E (40) 8 3 8 19

Team Renault

4. CARVER, A (24) 7 10 0 17

USAF Racing

5. LEWICKI, D (23) 6 9 DNF 15

USAF Racing

6. SKAIFE, M (102) 5 4 4 13

GM Factory Team

7. HASSAN, R (2) 4 0 0 4

Lockheed-Martin Racing

8. REIN, D (45) 3 1 X 4

Boeing-Ford Team

9. CHOW, A (38) 2 DNF X 2

China State Racing

10. REITZE, R (51) 1 2 X 3

Porsche Racing

11. RIVIERA, P (12) 0 5 DNF 5

Lombardi Racing Team

12. CHASER, J (55) 0 8 10 18

Lombardi Racing Team

13. REITZE, H (50) DNF X X

Porsche Racing

14. MARTINEZ, C (44) DNF X X

Boeing-Ford Team

15. PETERS, B (05) DNF X X

GM Factory Team

16. IDEKI, K (11) DNF X X

Yamaha Racing Team

All of a sudden, Angus Carver had gone from leading on 17 points, to being eliminated on 17 points, while Fabian - wily Fabian - had shot up the scoreboard with his solid 6-point finish, surging into first place on 22 points, three points clear of his nearest rival, his teammate, Etienne Trouveau.

But most astonishing of all was Jason, who with his massive 10-point bonanza, found himself on 18 points, and in the top four, leapfrogging three racers with one big jump. The Bug had been right: that final turn had made all the difference; 8 points would not have been enough.

Jason couldn’t believe it.

His parents couldn’t believe it.

The crowds couldn’t believe it.

The commentators couldn’t believe it.

Thanks to the Bug, the one and only Bug, the
Argonaut
was in the fourth and final race of the New York Masters.

NEW YORK CITY, USA (SATURDAY EVENING)

That evening, a silence fell on the New Jersey home of Jason’s cousins.

After Team
Argonaut
‘s efforts in the Pursuit earlier that day, one would have expected an uproarious celebration, with champagne corks popping and soft drink spraying.

But no, that wasn’t happening tonight.

The weight of it all had finally hit home; the magnitude of what Team
Argonaut
had achieved this week. After three ultra-tough pro-level races, tomorrow Jason, the Bug and Sally would be participating in one of the most prestigious events in world racing - and also one of the most dangerous.

Everyone sat around the dinner table in contemplative silence: Jason, the Bug, Henry and Martha Chaser, the Chaser cousins, Sally McDuff and her family, and Ariel Piper.

Indeed, the silence - a grim hush of fear and awe - was deafening.

The only one who wasn’t fazed by it all was Scott Syracuse, but then, he’d been here before in a professional capacity and so was used to the pressure.

‘You know…’ Syracuse said, breaking the uncomfortable silence, ‘the other racers, they’re only men.’Others in the room kept their heads bowed. Jason alone looked up at his teacher.

Syracuse shrugged. ‘People see racers like Fabian and Romba, and they think they’re superhuman. Men of steel. Bold champions who fly at astronomical speeds without fear or nerves. But they’re not superheroes. Oh, no they’re not. They are ordinary men, with fears and loves and weaknesses like you and me.

‘This is why we love sportspeople - from Tiger Woods to Donald Bradman to Muhammad Ali - they handle a kind of pressure that most people cannot even imagine. They stand on a golf course or in a stadium or in a ring, with hundreds of thousands of viewers watching them and somehow their legs don’t fall from under them. And then -
then
- they
keep
standing and, under all that scrutiny,
they do what they have practised for so long and they do it well
. That’s why we love them. We think
we
would fail, and yet they don’t. But that doesn’t mean they aren’t afraid.

‘Jason, Bug, Sally. As your teacher, I’ve watched you develop this past year; watched you grow from young wide-eyed hopefuls with some talent…into
racers
. When you started with me, you were good. Now you are great. Great at your individual duties, and a great team - from going to lessons when you were too tired to think; to pitching in together to perform manual pit stops; to pushing your car over the Line; to the Bug taking over the steering when it was necessary.

‘You’re
racers
now. And believe me, you’re ready for this. You may not think so, but as someone who knows racing, trust my judgement: you are ready to stand up in front of the world, and your legs will not fall out from under you. You’ve done the work, you have the skill and you most certainly have the desire. It’s time for you to do what you came here to do: win the Masters.’

NEW YORK CITY, USA (SUNDAY)

RACE 4: THE QUEST

‘Do you have it, Mum?’ Jason asked as they arrived in the Sixth Avenue pits for the fourth and final race of the Masters series.

Martha Chaser opened her purse for him to see inside, and sure enough, there it was, his ‘trophy’ for the Quest.

The format of a quest race is simple: all racers head out from the Start-Finish Line to a faraway point, where they pick up their chosen trophy - it can be anything really, but usually racers choose something of significance to them: a medal they won once, perhaps, or their national flag.
Either way, the first racer to come back across the Start-Finish Line
with his or her trophy in their possession
wins. The twist comes in the journey itself - and the journey in the Masters’ Quest was a particularly difficult one.

Typically, Jason’s mother had fashioned a very appropriate trophy for Team
Argonaut
to use in Race 4.