Alex kept his face downwards, letting the water rush over his face, almost mimicking tears, funny how mankind had seemingly lost that ability. Six drivers had died in the last race, a high number for one of the opening matches, yet understandable. The race itself was dangerous enough, powerful and unstable engines speeding across a track that had never been meant to be used as a racetrack. The fact that most drivers also carried weaponry was even more insane. Sure there were rules that prevented a team from mounting weapons directly on a vehicle, yet there was no rule preventing the driver from carrying a weapon himself. It was frowned upon, yet allowed.<br/><br/>He exhaled, slamming his right fist against the steel wall, no doubt sending a loud ‘thump’ through the nearby wall. He then opened his eyes again and stood up straighter, feeling much better than before. A man sometimes needed to clear his mind, or punch a wall. It was just how men were. Surely womenfolk could never understand that, preferring to scheme and plot, making life more difficult for poor and innocent men. With that amusing little thought he left the showers, wrapping a towel around his wait at the last second. A few minutes he had changed in a jeans and a lose fitting grey shirt, keeping his feet bare.<br/><br/>He yawned as he passed by the kitchen and grabbed a few pieces of instant meals. The stuff tasted like cardboard, yet held enough nutrients to shame a home cooked meal. It still did not beat a steak in his mind. He entered the main room and noticed Frankie had entered the scene, standing close to Joy. The sound of a door closing was prove enough that their handler was heading into the garage. “Is grandma finally gone?” He asked Joy, making a jab at their handler’s age while moving closer to her and offering her a piece of instant-M, even wiggling the thing to make it more appealing. He grinned at the other woman, Frankie, a childish grin appearing on his face. “Ey tits, I’d offer you one, yet this contains meat, seeing as you dislike sausage and all.” He’d mentally prepared himself for anything that could happen, seeing as Frankie could literally react in any sort of way. Perhaps she would throw a wrench this time?<br/><br/>He grinned as he threw the third one towards her. “The fuck did you do to my CC’s on this one. You upped them again, right?” His voice was not of anger, yet sheer amazement. The woman could make a blender go faster by simply touching it. An unstable mind could only achieve those sort of things.<br/>