The scent of burnt rubber still hung in the air.
Obsidian sat proudly, it's hood still warm from the race. Its grey finish gleamed with an almost predatory elegance, the curves catching the light of the day like a panther mid growl.
Zack paced around the car with his hands on his head, grinning like a kid who just saw Santa jump a dirt bike.
"Bro, did you see that? You smoked him!" Zack laughed, running a hand down the side of the car like it was a supermodel. "I swear this baby just made the airstrip her runway!"
Maximus stood a little apart, arms crossed, expression calm but satisfied. His gaze, swept across the machine — his machine. Obsidian had delivered. Smooth, powerful, ruthless.
"She did well," he said coolly, his eyes still on the car.
Bzzt.
His phone vibrated in his pocket. He pulled it out casually, the screen lighting up with a notification information. One glance was all it took for his entire demeanor to shift.
Zack caught it immediately.
