Reclined in one of the four seats of the main control platform of the truck, looking at various hovering screen that displayed news conferences, instant replays of the races, a screen devoted to repulsorlift hover technology, and a few camera views of the environment outside the hulking vehicle, was none other than Alex's teammate, Joy Avalon. Known as "Silent Avalon," Joy was the support driver for their rather small team. Most teams had several drivers, who would compete for the top spot in the race's rankings. To make sure those drivers stayed alive and on course towards the finish line, companies would hire support drivers to relay vital information from the back of the pack to the frontlines. Joy got her name for she is synonymous with a ghost, riding silent on the track, but nevertheless present in the race. Like her name suggests, Joy is highly unlikely to get an interview at a press conference or have fans shouting out her name in the stands. To her, this was comfortable. She wouldn't have it any other way.<br/><br/>Even as Alex Mercer, the team's poster boy, came in, and the team's handler, Aurora, congratulating him on the race, Joy stayed quiet. If Firestone wasn't present, she would want to congratulate him herself, but that would rarely happen. How could the previous leader of the crew that worked for Elite Enterprise, the retired and recently deceased boss man's daughter be so introverted? Joy would ask that question herself every time she experienced a failed attempt at conversing with Alex. On and off the track, she adored him much like a fan watching a screen at home would. Joy couldn't ever evolve her platonic adoration into something more. Like most times, she would only express her frustration with herself with a heavy sigh. Hope nobody heard that.<br/><br/>The only way to escape her thoughts was to keep busy. As a support driver, Joy took it upon herself to know all about the next track before they got there. The screens hovering above her showed her detailed topographical maps of tracks that were carved into the landscape and floor plans of the manmade raceways. Shortcuts, potential hazards, and regional weather systems occupied most of the screens. It was one screen, one that she glanced at and adored as much as Alex Mercer, was the new technology of repulsors. Highly expensive and employed by the faster and experienced teams. If only they could their hands on something of the new world. To Joy, being able to fly across the land without touching it was equally as thrilling as getting Alex Mercer to notice her. In her dreams, maybe.