<strong>Tagged:</strong><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Garage, Personal Quarters<br/><hr/><br/>Once the windshield was spotless, she moved to a panel near the open door. An orange would turn the security system on, enabling a series of alternate invisible laser to course across the opening of the door. If anybody save for the crew tried to enter, a loud klaxon would sound and a threatening autocannon on the inside the garage would aim at the intruder until he or she exited the premises. The gun wasn't loaded all the time, but the sight of it sure would persuade the weakest of criminals willing to steal from a truck like this.<br/><br/>With the lasers up, Joy was free to head her our quarters and change out of the racing jumpsuit she wore yesterday. She would painstakingly remove the black tape off her nipples, for it was common not to wear anything underneath the skintight suit. In hot weather, it got ridiculously hot, spurring the trend to unzip the zipper below the navel. When fully zipped, the material of the suit kept its wearer warm. Th best characteristic of the suit was it cleaned itself when not worn. With just the press of a button, the suit got rid of sweat and any type of residue that may come out of the body. Once the suit was off, Joy changed her thong, which was soaked from the sweat from th race yesterday and little attack earlier this morning. She would take a shower and change into a tank top that show much her midriff and into a short-sleeved version of the team jacket. Finishing it off with a new thong and a short pair short, she lay back onto the bed and opened up the many holoscreens she would use to study the track.