Under the Banner of Red, Black, and White 2

"Gaffer said timed laps, and timed laps it is," said a crew member as he walked down the short ramp from the telemetry room, holding a draft sheet in his hand. The early morning sun cast a sharp glare, forcing him to squint as he approached the group of Trampos Racing team members and their drivers—Luca, Ansel, Hahn, and Victor, the young American.

Another crew member took the sheet, scanned it in a second, and nodded approvingly. "Looks like the usual schedule. But maybe we can spice things up a bit. What do you all think?" he asked.

Ansel smirked, his hands on his hips, looking as though his racing suit was tailored exclusively for him. "What kind of fun? Letting Beany finally take a lap?" he teased, gesturing at Victor.

The entire crew burst into laughter, the sound carrying down the length of the track. Some playfully jostled Victor, who responded with an exaggerated grumble while being nudged around.