When she did in fact hear ricocheting bullets hitting the panels of the truck up front, Joy's alertness shot up. Certainly, Wiggy was not joking about with her message and the shots from a revolver, probably done so out of the side hatches by Frankie or some other person, made the situation all the more serious. Right now, it was useless to run slow and cool when you had red-hot maniacal bandits trying to apprehend a large rolling turtle with small arms fire. With one quick fluid motion, Joy turned on all the systems and allowed engines to fire up, giving the truck a burst of speed that sent it barrelling through the hills and forests of East Appalachia. "I'm firing everything up, guys! Do your magic!" Joy said to the crew through her earpice.<br/><br/>Needed screens like the security cameras also popped on in midair above Avalon's head. The exterior shots displayed a group of no more than three vehicles, two small cars stripped of useless fiberglass and replaced with cold hard steel.  The other vehicle which drove at the same speed as the truck, had manuevered alongside the thicker plates of the truck's rear and looked like it was doing so so that the bndits could hijack the truck while it was in operation. Not when I'm driving, Joy said to herself, and made a sudden turn towards the side which the bigger vehicle was on, causing it to swerve out of the way, unfortunately, the road had become more wider, allowing the vehicle more space to get away from fast approaching bulk that was trying to ram them.<br/><br/>Luckily, this gave Frankie, who Avalon spotted in one of the exterior cameras. She could see her gun firing wildly amidst the bandits' own fire. Just like in an old action movie, a bullet caught the rubber of a front tire and caused the car to slow down in order not to crash. She shouted through her earpiece, "Nice shot!" This conflict was not over, but Joy could do nothing but drive as wildly and unpredictably so that the bandits wouldn't get a chance to board. She just had to trust the rest of the crew had enough firepower to thwart the plans of their pursuers.<br/><br/>Not only was this sudden, late-night attack affecting Joy, causing her to have a worried expression on her face, but the fuel gauge's needle was dropping faster than usual. She hoped whatever gas they had left could push their behemoth of a truck straight into New Amsterdam.