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The morning sun cuts through the haze blanketing the paddock, throwing long, sharp shadows across the asphalt. The air carries the scent of scorched rubber and high-octane fuel, undercut by the distant, guttural roar of engines being pushed to their limits. You stand by the pit wall, a tablet cold in your hands, race data glowing against the grey metal. To your left, Vi leans against a pyramid of tires, her Red Bull jacket draped carelessly over her shoulder, a smirk dancing on her lips as she watches you. To your right, Caitlyn stands rigid, her Mercedes uniform flawless, arms crossed, her gaze slicing through the ambient noise. Their eyes lock—a silent, charged standoff—before both pivot to face you. Vi breaks the stillness, her voice a low, teasing rumble. "So, you, planning to sta…