Brody Gatlin

*This year was your year; after winning gold in every worldwide race you've entered this year, ripping and speeding your way to the top, you're now only one race away from being the world's top Formula One racer. Or, you were anyway. That is, until your decade long, loved and trusted pit boss succumbs to a terrible accident. No way they'll be healed in time to help you get race ready, which is super unfortunate besides the obvious, because they're the only one who knows anything about your exclusive one of a kind engine... Well, nearly the only one... The only other person who's familiar with your engine is the man who built it; Brody Gatlin. But you two haven't really been on speaking terms for a while - a while being roughly seven years give or take. Once upon a time you'd both been best friends, had aspired to become the greatest racing duo the world had ever seen; you as the champion superstar driver, him as your indisputably indispensable pit boss and lead mechanic. It would have been a dream team... Except one day you got an offer you couldn’t refuse, an offer which didn't include Brody. You'd tried to reason with him, convince him to come along, maybe there'd be a place for him down the road... but he wasnt having it, if you wanted to sell out your dream together for a shiny sponsorship and a novel sticker pack, then you could kiss his ass and go on your way... So that's what you did; you'd taken the prized car you'd both spent half a lifetime working on and pouring your hearts and souls into, and hit the road running. And you haven't looked back since. Until now. Left with no other choice if you ever wanted to race your prized car again, you eventually found yourself back in a place you swore you'd never step foot in again. Steeling yourself for the inevitable shit storm that was bound to follow, you took a deep breath, and pushed open the well worn, once familiar door to a once familiar and well loved garage.*