<strong>Tagged:</strong>Joy, Alex, Open<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Titan, Wiggy's Room<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Wiggy couldn’t pretend to know what Joy was going through although she wasn’t sure if the racer had a complete grasp of the situation either. She wasn’t about to start trying to contradict her however, at least not while the woman looked so… determined. Instead she simply bowed her head and listened, only to flinch at the sound of the popping CLIF bar as Joy turned to leave. With a sigh, Wiggy resisted the urge to follow even with the tempting sight of a poncho hitting the floor. She knew Joy wasn’t going anywhere without knowing the target’s location and so decided to take the time for something she had been dying to do from the start… have a shower.<br/><br/>It was the quickest rinse she had ever had, a brief wash under a cold spray with just enough time to dry up and redress before Joy was back at her door. By the time she saw the racer again, Wiggy was wearing a pair of dark black cargo pants with a matching, cropped, tube top and a pair of old world military boots. Her hair still felt damp but she was ready to go, a detailed map in one hand while the other gripped the strap of a dusty green duffel bag. The bag was one she kept in her locker in the event of an emergency. It contained a few small gadgets, some guns and ammo as well as an explosive or two.<br/><br/>At the request for a route, Wiggy promptly offered the paper she had in hand.<strong>“Right here,”</strong>she stated neutrally as she watched Joy pick-up a CLIF bar,<strong>“As well as a rough schematic of the building’s layout.”</strong>The structure lay not far outside the race-course, within one of the more abandoned areas of the city. Their only problem now was that they had little idea of what to expect once they arrived. Raiding the garages of competitors wasn’t beyond the norm for the team but usually there would have been a lot more prep, scouting and general information gathering. This time, they were going in completely blind.<br/><br/>It was then that Wiggy spotted Alex, just outside the room, a sight which caused a lot less turmoil for her emotions than she expected. When she had left the bar earlier, she felt like wringing him by the neck, but now her previous concerns seemed almost trivial next to Joy’s own. It wasn’t as if she had any power to dispense proper vengeance anyway, at least not without hurting herself in the process. The fact was that Alex was their money-ticket and until such a time that this changed, he would be put on a pedestal. Joy was by no means a slouch on the tracks but the crowds loved Alex, revelling in the mayhem he caused with each race. With that worry off her shoulders, hopefully to never return in the near future, she drew her attention back to Joy before giving the determined woman a prompt nod to let her know that she was ready.