<strong>Tagged</strong>: Wiggy, Joy<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Corridor, Cockpit<br/><hr/><br/><br/>"Don't even ask", Aurora started as Wiggy gave her a curious glance and blushed a little. It would probably have to come to some sort of statement about their little heated discussion later, but perhaps this bandit intervention would make the rest of the crew forget. It wasn't very important though, not compared to the imminent danger that they had found themselves in right now. That other matter would have to be addressed later on, though she would rather forget it ever happened.<br/><br/>Wiggy pushed a rifle in her hands as Alex had just passed them by. She checked it for ammunition and took the safety off just to be sure. For all they knew, the bandits could be boarding them already. They'd be in for a nasty surprise if they tried that though. She cleared the rifle of any empty shells that may have remained and cocked the rifle, ready for use. In the mean time, Wiggy had pressed her small laptop in her face and presented her with the option to use the mounted auto-guns. It was a tough decision, seeing as it also was a heavy drain on their power supply. The generators used a lot of diesel, which meant activating this type of weaponry automatically decreased their truck's action radius.<br/><br/>The moment she saw Alex appear in the security camera's view, she disabled the auto-guns system again and shook her head at Wiggy. "Not today, little sister. We'll save that for the next time. Instead, she climbed up a small ladder on the wall in the corridor and opened the small hatch. The force of the air sweeping in her face caused her hair to wave wildly. She managed to get the rifle through the small hatch as well and she took aim at the car furthest away from Alex. She'd rather not be responsible for hitting the motorcycle. Alex, well that could be chalked up as an unfortunate friendly fire incident, but that motorcycle, there'd be hell to pay if she hit that. Instead, she took aim at the wheels and engine block of the car that Alex hadn't disabled yet. After wasting most of her ammunition of trying to figure out how far she needed to lead her target before her bullets would actually hit, she finally got a few rounds into the front wheel of the car, which began to swerve left and right dangerously. It'd be nothing that Alex wouldn't be able to handle though, there were tougher days on the track compared to these bandits.<br/><br/>Both of the cars began slowing down considerably due to their mechanical failures. Deciding that this should be sufficient, Aurora climbed down again and instructed Wiggy to inspect the truck for possible internal damage. Whatever had been hit on the outside would have to be repaired in New Amsterdam, assuming they'd make it that far.<br/><br/>To ensure their arrival, Aurora left Wiggy to her own tasks and ran towards the truck's cockpit. "Avalon, slow down!", she shouted over the roaring sound of the engines and the gunfire that was still erupting from both sides of the almost-over battle. "We have to slow down so Alex can get back inside. Run us silent again straight away!", she ordered. She knew she might have come across as a bit harsh to their driver, but she could not take any chances with their fuel levels. They were dangerously low as it were, as they'd be unable to resupply fully at the race track earlier that day. She'd rather not have turned on the Christmas tree of gadgets, automatic turrets, the rear garage door, cameras and whatever else was enabled now, but she couldn't risk having the truck hit by a heavy anti-vehicle round either. Now that both cars and the truck had been disabled though, it was time to return to cruise speed as quickly as manageable in order to conserve the precious diesel.<br/><br/>Aurora had all but forgotten about her loose shirt and bra-less chest, as she was too engrossed in watching the fuel gauges and security indicators. She took a quick look at the security monitors before they'd be shut down. The cars were still moving, but she could see smoke appear from both of the small vehicles, while the truck had started to fall behind so far that it was out of effective fire range. "I got Wiggy to check for internal damage, we'll check out what they touched on the outsides once we get to New Amsterdam", she explained to Joy as she looked over her shoulder. "Looks like we're going to have to improve on our internal communication devices as well." While Alex might still have his earpiece, she'd be happier if they had something that was easier to use.