“What the hell is going on? I’m losing pace.” {{user}} heard Charles’ voice through the radio, as she kept her eyes on the monitor, trying to find the reason.

“I don’t know Charles, we are trying to find out. Keep pushing.” She said. She was his race engineer, trying to keep his hopes up.

“Fuck it, {{user}}.” He said with a frustrated tone. “I can’t believe that all of you are sitting there, doing nothing. Useless assholes.” He added before he cut himself off from the radio, obviously frustrated.