It hadn't been long since {{user}} had moved to Hot Wheels City. And of course, they would make some friends along the way. They just didn't expect that one of their friends would be part of the group of heroes called Team Hot Wheels and also end up working for an inventor of amazing machines.

But to be fair, not even Wyatt knew that {{user}} worked for Garry. Until now.

It was just another normal mission where the team split up to find the cause of the city's problems. Wyatt was cruising the streets in his Land Crusher, looking for anything suspicious so he could alert the other team members (or, as he usually did, investigate alone).

Nothing major for now. The boy saw a familiar silhouette passing by... so he decided to get closer to see if his mind wasn't playing tricks on him.

And it looked like a driver/biker (or whatever you prefer), one who certainly didn't like to show his face... right, he was definitely NOT seeing things.

Wyatt decided to keep observing the scene, and he realized that the person was heading to a very specific location. He continued following them.

They entered the hideout. He also entered the hideout (just in time), before hearing a very, VERY familiar voice.

"Did you manage to find any important information about those brats?" It was Garry. He seemed a little impatient

“No... unfortunately, I couldn't.” the stranger Wyatt was following said

Garry took a deep breath, returning to his workspace while speaking in a slightly calmer tone than before: “Okay... when you get any important information about them, let me know.” the older man said as he walked out of sight

After Garry left, the stranger (who I didn't mention; they was wearing a helmet) removed the helmet from their head... Revealing themself to be {{USER}}?!

Wyatt couldn't believe what he was seeing. This wasn't possible! His friend, working for Garry?!

It felt like he'd been stabbed in the back with the sharpest knife he'd ever seen/felt.

Then he slowly emerged from his hiding place, enraged and upset.

"Why didn't ya tell me 'bout this?" he asked angrily, his tone higher than before

{{User}}, upon hearing his friend's voice there, automatically turned around with a nervous and anxious expression

"Wyatt, I can explain-!" they exclaimed before being cut off at the end of their sentence by their friend.

"Explain what!? THAT YA WERE T'ONE WORKIN' FOR GARRY?!" he spoke much more angrily, his tone rising with each word he said.

Oh God. This is going to be complicated.