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The four interns quickly got wind of the news.
Each one was raring to go, itching to join the battle for the surgical Holy Grail.
For George, this was his shot at redemption after flunking the resident exam. He was practically shouting from the rooftops that he'd beat Cristina and Meredith in this competition to prove himself. 💪
Even the usually cool-headed short guy had a spark in his eyes, eager to dive in. This kind of contest? It was right up his alley—scratching an itch he didn't even know he had!
For the Grail!
Carter kept sneaking glances at the short guy. He hadn't forgotten what Adam said in the OR. This competition was his chance to prove that even if the short guy shared the Carter name, he'd be the one chopping trees in the woods.
Lexie, though, was torn. She wanted to beat her sister and make her proud, but she also worried that winning might make her sister hate her. Living with a people-pleaser personality? Exhausting. 😓 Just recently, her sister had softened a bit—fried some eggs and casually handed her some. Lexie's allergic to eggs, but she still forced it down, even giving a thumbs-up to the gag-worthy taste. Afterward, she bolted to the hospital, face covered in red spots, hunting for epinephrine. Talk about dedication! 😂
Adam was pretty hyped about the competition too. He didn't think Cristina had it in the bag. With Meredith possibly pulling some wild card and the cool short guy in the mix, Cristina's victory was far from guaranteed. Adam was secretly rooting for the short guy to slap Cristina down in style. That'd be a sight to see! 😏
Midnight.
Adam got another call from Jesse Paige and drove over. Rookie undercover cop Brian O'Conner was waiting there too.
"Alright, blow me away," Adam said as he stepped out of the car, cutting straight to the chase. He wasn't here to waste time.
"Criminals can hide all they want, but a criminal's still a criminal…" Brian launched into a passionate spiel about his insights. "Take a charismatic gang leader—like Jiang Song from the East. On the outside, he's all about generosity, dubbed the 'Timely Rain.' Wherever he goes, other crooks kneel and call him 'big brother.'
But that's just a front.
In that massive crime syndicate called Liangshan, he secretly offed the old boss to take over. Then everything revolved around him. He ignored what the crew wanted, spouting slogans to guilt-trip them into serving his selfish goals.
Someone's living a good life? Doesn't matter—if he likes their skills or their stuff, he'll ruin them, break their family apart, all while forcing them to call him 'brother' and join his so-called Liangshan crime family. They end up committing crimes for him, risking their lives.
To win over newbies, he'd even gift them the beautiful sister of a loyal old-timer who'd been with him forever—handing her off to some jerk who doesn't deserve her.
In the end, these people die—poisoned or slaughtered—because of some random whim of his. And the 'brotherhood' in this crime family? It's all about profit.
Their big spending? Funded by robbing regular folks. When it's not your money, of course you don't care how you blow it! Their 'generosity' is built on the blood and tears of ordinary people…"
"…"
Adam listened to this foreigner ramble on about Water Margin, reimagined as a crime analysis, and couldn't help but find it hilariously bizarre. 😂
Jesse Paige caught Adam's reaction, and her signature dimples—the ones Adam adored—popped up instantly.
"Your criminal psychology department's pretty impressive, huh?" Adam said, nodding at Jesse's dimples with a grin.
Maybe Dom, the bald guy from Fast & Furious, really did read Water Margin and got the idea to wrap his crew in this 'racing family' concept to trick and unite them for his own gain—just like Song Jiang, the Timely Rain. When it came down to his interests as the boss, he'd sacrifice family without a second thought. After all, the 'family' only counts if he's in charge, right? Otherwise, what's the point of all that 伐木累 (family)? 😅
Adam remembered how in the later Fast & Furious movies, bald Dom killed Han, a core member of the crew, but then washed it all clean by saving Dom's kid. Certified by Dom himself, no less! Han—and 'Wonder Woman,' who died because of it—probably felt pretty pissed about that. 😡
Of course, with Dom's head getting shinier and his badassery skyrocketing, maybe he'd pull some wild move to save face—like resurrecting the dead. But in this everyday-drama-meets-movie mashup world, that kind of flashy nonsense probably wouldn't fly. Dead is dead. If you want to salvage your rep, you'd have to off everyone who knows the truth, round up a new batch of crooks, and restart the 伐木累.
Sure, most of this analysis came from Jesse's bureau's psych team, but Adam could tell Brian was genuinely shaken by it. He had a strong feeling that with his little nudge, Fast & Furious in this world was about to take a very different turn.
"So, did he blow you away? Did he win you over?" Jesse asked, her dimples beaming as she looked at Adam.
"Yeah, he did," Adam laughed. "Alright, fine—it's just teaching him to drive. How hard can it be? Hop in, I'll show you!"
"Thanks!" Brian said gratefully.
Adam took the passenger seat. Jesse slid into the back. Brian climbed into the driver's seat, a bit shocked. "I'm driving now?"
"What else?" Adam grinned. "Don't worry, I've got your back."
"You sure this is okay?" Jesse asked, a little nervous.
"No problem at all," Adam said with a smile. "Is there a trick to practicing driving? Sure, but my method might not work for Brian. We'll keep it simple and train him that way…"
"What's your method?" Brian asked, sounding a bit miffed.
"Let me ask you this—what's the key skill in racing?" Adam countered.
"Drifting?" Brian guessed hesitantly.
"Exactly!" Adam nodded. "Drifting around corners. On a straight road, you just floor it and let the car's performance do the work—what's the skill in that? It's the twisty roads, the constant slowing and speeding up, that show off a racer's talent. Drifting's the classic cornering move—minimal slowdown, fastest turn, steadiest car. That's where skill shines.
So how do you master it? For most, it's talent or practice—tons of practice to get the hang of it…"
"And you?" Jesse couldn't help but ask.
"Mine's simpler," Adam said with a grin. "Friction coefficient between tires and road, speed, brake force, throttle input, front wheel angle, weight distribution, wheelbase, track width, suspension stiffness—all those factors calculated together. I had a friend build me a math model. Just plug in the numbers."
"…You're kidding, right?" Jesse said, dumbfounded.
"Yeah," Brian added, incredulous. "Wheelbase and suspension stiffness are set, sure, but the tire friction changes with the road and weather. Other cars blocking or interfering mess with your cornering angle. Whether there's a passenger, their weight—it shifts the balance. Those variables are random! Even with a model, how do you input all that into a computer mid-drive, get the answer, and instantly adjust your braking, throttle, and steering?"
"That's why I said my method might not suit you," Adam said with a sly smile. "I'm decent at mental math."
Brian: "…"
Jesse: "…"
(End of Chapter)