<strong>Tagged:</strong>Wiggy<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Titan, Wiggy's Room<br/><hr/><br/>Per Wiggy's request, Joy turned around so that the girl could get some privacy taking unwanted garments on and putting more comfortable clothes on. A tap on her shoulder caused her to turn back around and Wiggy pointed her towards a stool so she could sit on it. The stool sat in the corner with a heavy, complicated manual and a bunch of wires stacked on top of it. Taking the stuff off first and placing it aside ... anywhere ... in the current mess, Avalon took the stool and sat it right next to Wiggy, who with such grace and fluidity, inputted a sequence of taps on a holographic keyboard, supposedly inputting a command. Joy looked at the person who owned the hand that pressed those buttons and found it to be just Wiggy. She had not changed, she was just relaxed and composed. Joy couldn't help but stare a bit more before seeing the lists that filled the main screen. Avalon refocused her attention to the details on the list. She did it, Joy thought, leaning it close to see the secrets Redline had failed to cover up before the race.<br/><br/>"All of that against two of us," Joy began, seeing the registers racers and their respective vehicles on the list. Redline was highly competitive, using everything at their disposal to gain a clear advantage. Not one, not two, but three main racers, sporting a aerodynamic bikes of custom build each. The support team consisted of three more drivers, as Joy noticed and voiced her jealousy when reading, "3-REX R.H.T.'s. They all have repulsorlift tech on their support bikes?! Wigz, I know it might sound illegal, but can you, uhm ... hack the manifest so that the replacement RHT (Repulsorlift Hover Technology) units for their REX's are delivered by tonight? You see, they're getting a fresh shipment from overseas." Joy, jealous because Elite did not have the necessary funds to purchase a custom set of RHT units for her REX, leaned back and sighed heavily. She focused her attention on the box of CLIF bars, snatched one and unwrapped it, taking a huge chunk out with one bite. "Seems like Redline is pulling all stops for this one race."<br/><br/>She continued to nibble on her bar when Wiggy addressed her by her last name. "What?" she asked, but stopped as Wiggy stared at the placed where she read her name. She too leaned in and read the detail of the entry. "Avalon... Megan ... assigned to .... Redline Marketing," she read, pausing to see if she read it wrong. She was in disbelief that that name ..., "Mom?" appeared on the manifest. She slowly stood up, eyes watering, but still focused on the entry on the list, and turned her head. She closed her eyes, letting a bunch of tears slide down her face. She turned her body around, ashamed to even look at Wiggy, who she thought probably knew that her mother ... wasn't dead. She had been fooled. By Dad, by everyone else, she wondered in her vulnerable mind. Her fists clenched and with such a sudden move grabbed the box of CLIF bars and threw them at the closed shower door, sending every bar flying about the room and landing mostly on the floor. The door only wobbled with the bars just adding to the mess. Joy's head hung low, shook back and forth, as if in denial that what read on the list wasn't true.