The red lights cut out, and all twelve race cars exploded off the starting line like arrows loosed from a bowstring.
Damian shot straight to the front in his cherry-silver racer, pulling ahead of the pack instantly. Julia was beside herself in the pits, tears of excitement streaming down her face as she waved like a madwoman at the broadcast camera.
It looked like the championship trophy was already as good as theirs.
I stood in front of the monitoring screens, a headset over my ears. I didn't show a single emotion as I stared at Damian's engine RPM ticking steadily higher on the telemetry feed.
"Emma, he's hit the main straight, getting ready to activate the drag reduction system,"
Liam signed to me.
"Got it." I pressed the talk button on my radio. "Driver One, hold your line, give
