The garage was loud in a specific way.
Not the chaotic loud or the panicked loud. But the kind of loud that came from twenty people all doing something urgent at the same time and none of them wasting a single movement on anything that wasn't necessary.
Torque guns. Rapid footsteps across the rubber matting. Short, clipped words between mechanics that had been working together long enough to not need full sentences.
Leo stood beside the car and let the noise exist around him.
He was looking at the timing screen on the wall.
Elias came to stand beside him with a tablet, pulling up the sector-by-sector breakdown in a column format — each driver's Sector 1, Sector 2, and Sector 3 time laid out side by side like a dissection.
Leo read it once, so he didn't need to read it again.
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