Not even a minute after the words “I think we’ve had enough” left Wiggy’s lips, it felt as if everything went to hell around her. It started with the sound of a revving bike resonating throughout the tank’s steel innards and was followed by a series of heavy, yet familiar, dings upon its sturdy hull. The technician's heart instantly skipped a beat as she recognized the latter noise for what is was... gunfire! Even the timid techie had been forced through it enough to know when they were under attack, a fact which left her cold as she recalled recent news reports.<br/><br/>With a jolt, Wiggy wasted no time in dashing towards one of the cupboards, where she snatched two guns from a hidden compartment. The one she promptly tossed to Frankie while shoving her own into the V of her jumpsuit. If possible she hoped the tank could handle most of the wetwork but felt that it never hurt to be cautious. She then grabbed her laptop which she swiftly snapped open and began typing into even as she proceeded to march out of the kitchen and towards the garage. She hoped Frankie wasn’t far behind as she felt her own usefulness significantly diminished during times of combat when compared to the fiery mechanic.<br/><br/>While Wiggy made her way through the tank, a small message popped up on Joy’s screen. The technician had chosen to use lettering as opposed to voice simply because it was easier to secure.<br/><br/>“Joy, we’re going to find Alex and Aurora, arm-up and investigate the garage! We’ll keep you updated on the situation. P.S. I’ve activated the automatic turrets, stay safe!”<br/><br/>Content that the message had gotten through, Wiggy began to access the tank’s other security features. Her intent was to re-initialize the system’s security to make sure the garage was safe before entering, after which she’d locate Alex and Aurora so that the team could mount a proper defence against the bandits. Her screen was already lighting up as the camera for the garage turned on.