Crackling static was heard in her ear and it was none other than Alex. "Yes, Alex, I'm here," she responded rather happily. Before the static came about, a warning came on that signaled to the driver of this turtle that its ass was hanging out. It certainly made controlling the truck a bit harder, since the weight of the lowered access ramp was extended out, making it seem like the truck was longer than it usually was. But Joy knew it had to be done and wasn't annoyed at Alex at all. Hopper? The term was coined during one of the earlier rookie races. In this race, Joy was actually in the position behind Alex, meaning the competition on the track wasn't that fierce. What was hot were the flurry of bullets that were peppering Joy's REX and there no room to dodge them in a particular bottleneck on the track. Alex had saved Joy life that day and he did it with the hopper. The move consisted of Alex letting Joy's aerodynamic front end ram into the back of his bike, causing it to hop backwards. The Grey Merc proceeded to take care of Joy's pursuers behind her.<br/><br/>The hopper worked the same way in this situation, but with the huge truck rather than the more nimble 3-REX. Alex went for the vehicle on the left making the car on Joy's right to be her target. She was about to swerve that way when she heard gunfire and hair flying out of one of the access hatches towards the back. It was none other Aurora taking a shot at the car. She had managed to get tire, causing it to slow down alongside its crippled mate, leaving Alex the one behind the truck.<br/><br/>The gunfire had ceased and the team handler had entered the cargo hold wearing nothing but a loose shirt. As much as Avalon wanted to sit and stare, she but a speeding hulk of metal to steer through winding roads. The handler told her to slow down and Joy bit her lip as she let the engines cook, the heat sink dissipating the extra heat out the side of the truck. Anyone caught outside and alongside the truck would have burns due to the massive amount of heat. The collection of screens flicked off, the security cameras and auto cannons shutting down. The truck was running silent once again. "Alex, you can hop back in my ass now," she said to the motorcyclist, no pun intended, but Alex didn't know that. With the truck running slow, the door was able to lower to become a ramp, the metal grinding on the dusty roads, making spark fly behind. She waited for Alex to drive back inside and close the door. In the meantime, she looked for ward and saw lights towering in the sky. Joy muttered, "There it is. New Amsterdam." The fuel gauge showed that only 5% of their fuel remained.