Joy knew this hunk of metal better than anyone. Heck, when she was a little girl, she would sit in the seat next to the one she was currently sitting on, either sleeping reclined or watching her father operate the behemoth. She had to let it run idle and in park for about five minute to let the engines warm up. Her thinking was based on the weather, which, even though the sun blazed over the cracked dirt and salt beds, their proximity to the mountains brought cool breezes. And, since the truck had been sitting for more than a day, Joy knew the engines needed to spool up. If one didn't do this, engine faults and potential damage might do harm, more to the crew than to the vehicle itself. Joy didn't want that. Not with her 3-REX and Alex Mercer and all the other people onboard.<br/><br/>After getting the go-ahead by Firestone, she put the truck in drive and pulled out of the sandy lot they were parked in. With a slight rumble, the truck shook as it kicked up sand behind it. It was not until getting to the smooth, though, not-so-smooth dirt path of a road, that the shaking devolved into slight hums in the metal. Joy was just about to radio the handler, when the very person she was going to query came back into the courtyard of a cargohold. "Hey Miss Aurora, where the hell are heading to?"