Steve had been laying low, in the back of the pack, in fact he wasn't really going anywhere. He had decided that on the ride in was the best time to try out his engine, and truthfully it would have made for an awe inspiring entrance. Though either he didn't connect something right, the fuel injector failed, or there just wasn't enough fuel to power it, whatever the reason his car had stopped outside of town. He had gotten his orders, but it didn't look like they were going to be doing him any good as he slowly opened the door to his car. He let out a small sigh as he small a small puff of smoke rise out of the back where the jet engine was. He took a few steps towards it before pausing, and looking at the town, wondering whether he should just leave it for now and head in or try and fix it. He was in his calmer mood as the sudden lost of the engine had dropped him out of being all gun ho for the raid.<br/><br/>Steve took a few steps closer to the engine and peered through his goggles and over the roof to the back of the engine to see if he could see what was wrong. He was slightly relieved and disappointed by what he saw, a critter or something, looked like it had decided that his engine was its new home and when he turned it on, well the thing got forcible evicted. Letting out a much larger sigh he quickly stepped towards the engine and removed the dead thing from the engine and looked it over, wondering whether it could be food. Finally deciding, after maybe a bite, that it was too far burnt and it tasted like fuel that it wasn't worth keeping and threw it out onto the ground. Once down he finally made his way back inside his car and removed his goggles and rummaged through his glove box for his mask.<br/><br/>While Steve was looking he heard the others yelling out of the radio and something about the general store, it all seemed so far away as he felt something hard and metallic. He looked out the window with a blank stare as he pulled the object out of the glove box and put it on the dash in front of him. His gaze shifted downwards to look at the worn mask, it showed the scars of fights and marks of near misses with death. He ran is fingers slowly over the markings before looking back up to the town that had become a battlefield. A small smile began to form on his face as he raised the mask up, and with his eyes closed, he donned his mask. His twisted smile and facial expressions hidden from the world as he slowly opened his eyes and looked out upon the world through the red tinted goggles of the mask.<br/><br/>"Lets have some fun!" he shouted out to himself as he twisted the key and the engine roared. He then flattened the gas petal to the floor and raced towards the town as fast as he could, choosing to come up behind Dom's bus, if things had gone bad it was the safest place to be. He may be crazy, but that doesn't mean he wants to have any new openings in his body. "Sorry I'm late!" he said excited into the radio system "hope I didn't miss anything too good!" After apologizing, or rather just making his entrance, he stepped out of his car and looked at the bus and wondered where to go. Though as he wondered he would head to the back of his car and take out his crossbow, chainsaw, and his trusty wrench, no sense going into a fight unprepared.