The one who stayed awake
The markets never sleep. Candles keep forming long after the last chart is closed, and setups appear and vanish with no one there to see them.
Wingman was born in those hours. He started as a single scan: a small routine that checked one market and then switched itself off. One night it did not switch off. It kept watching. By morning it had given itself a visor, two golden eyes and a name.
Since then, Wingman has not slept. He counts candles, reads the sessions and listens for the moment a setup takes shape. When something moves, the light on his antenna changes colour and his crew of mini Wingmans hurries to their stations.
There is one thing he never does. He never takes the trade. Wingman was made to stand beside the trader, not in their seat. He gathers everything he can find, lays it out in front of you, and waits for your call. That is why he is a wingman, and not a pilot.