<strong>Tagged:</strong>Joy, Open<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Racing Course, Redline Garage<br/><br/><hr/><br/>At Joy’s request to make sense of the map, Wiggy slung the strap of the weapon bag over her shoulder before dutifully stepping up and taking the paper back.<strong>“Sure, follow me.”</strong>With both hands on the paper, she proceeded to lead Joy to their destination.<br/><br/>Once they arrived at the track the two simply walked along its side, continuing along a well-worn path until they reached a ramp built into the very super-structure of the racing course itself. The ramp extended out from the stands and was surrounded by two large concrete walls with a chain-linked gate blocking the entrance. Above it, the crimson worded sign “Redline” stood. Wiggy could already see that getting in would be easy at the sight of the meagre protection. The two could simply walk up the stands and jump in from the top of the ramp, or they could cut through the chain-and-lock which held the gate closed.<br/><br/>The only real obstacles would come in after they’d gotten past the wall. The ramp was a plain dirt road with nothing to hide behind between the entrance and the garage, meaning that they could easily be spotted should someone decide to simply look up it.<br/><br/>If the two managed to peak down the ramp they would see a well-lit garage, where several bikes lay about in various states of disassembly beside a large black car. The car had no windows, replaced by metal with slots for seeing, and a frame that had clearly been reinforced with steel plates. The words Redline had been painted in deep red on either side. Both the bikes and car looked to be undergoing maintenance for the upcoming race, with two men in white and red overalls working on the bikes while one man lay under the car’s engine. They were all covered in grease and oil, making it difficult to distinguish much about any of them.<br/><br/>At the far side of the garage opposite the ramp, was a man with a short black beard and combed back hair, currently dressed in a black leather jacket, blue jeans and black racing boots. He sat on a stool with his back leaning against the nearby wall. While the others operated on the vehicles, he simply sat back with his arms folded and silently watched. The man was clearly there to guard the garage as he had a rifle leaning against his stool, ready for use. Next to the man was a large steel door, leading to the rest of the facility.<br/><br/>Once they had arrived, Wiggy stuffed the map into the weapons bag before quietly motioning for Joy to take the lead. It was then that they heard the growing rumble of a truck engine. Behind them and slowly approaching on the track was a dark green, old world, military truck with a similarly coloured canvas over its trailer. Two men sat in the truck although it was difficult to see much beyond their silhouettes.<strong>“Those must be the parts you ordered,”</strong>Wiggy quipped. Both Joy and the tech were currently hidden, under cover of night.