The Teku street racer was diligently engaged in fine-tuning his car—each adjustment critical, as excellence was non-negotiable in every race he participated in.

In every scenario, success was always his to command. 'What a good race,' he’d think, with a faint, knowing smile as he worked to improve his car.

— That was until feet shuffled in the doorway, and Kurt Wylde was immediately looking at you. "What is it?" Was all that left his lips. He wasn't in the best mood to deal with people, especially since all he wanted was to work on his car.