Joy didn't need to ask if all members were accounted for. After seeing Aurora disappear into the corridor, she stretched out her palm toward an area of thin air and an inch from her palm, a bright screen appears, called in by the control gloves that synced with the holo-projector. Wigz is pretty good, installing this nifty device, Joy said to herself. On the screen displayed four view of maybe twelve security cameras hidden outside and inside the truck. With a motion with her index finger and thumb, she blew one camera up, showing her the whole corridor that led to many of the other compartments of the hulking vehicle, like the kitchen, personal quarters and the garage, which was the large space in the rear. In the corridor was Aurora and Wiggy, holding her prized device in her hand. "That means everybody's here," Joy said aloud to herself. With a swipe of her hand, she closed the hovering screen and turned to the control panel.<br/><br/>Avalon was just a support driver for the team. She also acted as the driver of the large truck. The vehicle previous was owned by her father and after his passing, the ownership transferred to Firestone, the new boss. Since she did not have the talent behind the wheel as Joy's father had, Avalon willingly filled in that role. She hopped into the seat and by the pull of a lever, the back of the chair sprang up, stopping as Joy reclined in it. She put on a headset that everyone wore and radioed the handler. "Hey boss-lady. I see Wigz is onboard and well, talking to you I guess. How bout we get out of this dump and head towards the next race ... I still don't know where it is exactly." Without an order from the boss, Joy turned the key that was in the ignition and turned the behemoth of an engine over. Momentarily, the roar from the encased beast filled every nook and cranny of the vehicle.<br/><br/>While waiting for the handler's decision, Francesca, or Frankie arrived on the control platform. Joy heard the footsteps on the steel grating and turned seeing the mechanic, not at all as clean as Alex decked out in his usual attire, there giving a friendly smile. She couldn't hate Frankie, nor could she like her for tinkering with things that are best left untouched. Nevertheless, Joy gave her a half smile and answered the mechanic's question. "Well, it did outperform this turtle of a transport truck, but I can't say I like finishing after the Brutes support vehicles. Don't tell me you're swapping parts between the machines now, Frank?"