Redline Revenge — The Team Property Dispute

Sebastian said starting today, this bike is mine. My head went white. I spun around and grabbed Sebastian by the collar. You gave her my bike?

Are you serious? That is my bike! How could you give it to her? This bike is six years of my work.

Six years. 300 point races. Bones broken in hospital beds for the data. Countless all-nighters with the engineers to tune it.

It won five world titles with her. And you gave it to me! It was Sebastian's first bike, the one he built himself. His proposal gift to me.

That day, he wheeled it up to me, red in the face, and asked if I'd stand on top of the racing world with him. Nora, racing is dangerous. Out there on the track, you're alone, facing life and death.

I want this bike to face it with you. For me. Now he'd given the bike that meant everything to both of us to someone else. The bike is registered to the team.

Every modification is paid through the team's account. Didn't you just say you don't want the team? You don't want me? You quit the team, then you don't get to use team property.

Why can't I give it to a rookie? I looked at him and suddenly went cold all over. Six years ago, when the team couldn't even pay the garage rent, I dumped every prize check into it.

I ran races day and night, chased sponsors, kept them alive. All that money I earned with my life went into the team's account. And just like that, it had nothing to do with me. I didn't even have the right to use it.