A minute after angry exclamation towards wherever Wiggy and Frankie might be, whether in the kitchen or the garage, a message on an accessory holoscreen popped up from none other than Wiggy. Joy glanced at the message once, but had to look back at the road for she was maneuvered for a wide bend when the message was brought forth. She did manage to read the entirety of it before the curve of the bend straightened. The message read:<br/><br/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">“Joy, we’re going to find Alex and Aurora, arm-up and investigate the garage!<br/>We’ll keep you updated on the situation.<br/><br/>P.S. I’ve activated the automatic turrets, stay safe!"</span></div><br/>Avalon was a bit annoyed at how Wiggy was using the things that made the engine run hotter than it usually would be when running silently through the pass, but she couldn't blame the technician. Just the urgency and seriousness of the message told Joy that Wiggy wasn't joking. In reality, she recalled that Wiggy was not a jokester like someone else was. If what Wiggy was saying was true to some extent, then there wouldn't be a reason to get annoyed at a time like this. Then, was the revving of my 3-REX had to do something about this emergency? Joy thought, concerned for her vehicle which was a gift from her father for her 23rd birthday before his untimely passing. To Joy, it was priceless. Was the 3-REX a target of .... of bandits? Say it isn't so, Joe! she said to herself.<br/><br/>There was no way she would let go of the controls and run off to save her puppy, for this old clunk of junk did not have autopilot installed. Even if it did, what A.I. could navigate these treacherous mountain passes in complete darkness? Joy had to stay and trust Wiggy with the emergency. She was the one who could control every system in the truck, save for the actual navigational controls. That and with a bit of firepower, Wiggy could hold her on, could she? If worse came to even terribly and life-threateningly worse, Joy had a rifle stowed underneath the panel and an old Desert Eagle in another panel, which in actuality didn't work. It's complicated facade with multiple buttons was only cosmetic, but it was a good place to hide a gun.<br/><br/>As the truck exited the last outcropping she was ever going to see in Old Appalachia, the next terrain would be more open, the lights illuminating an actual, though dusty paved road. If fuel wasn't used up by accessories being turned on by Wiggy, they would be passing the New Amsterdam outskirt 30 minutes ago, but could they even make it due to the emergency that Wiggy, and possibly everyone else knew about. I didn't hear anything, Joy thought. But still.