Joy tried to ignore the light that was shining through her eyelids, but it was a losing fight and she eventually gave in and opened her eyes. She looked around the car and saw Jason and Seth sleeping soundly away with the blankets they had managed to steal from her. She quietly moved and made to open the passenger wondering where John and Marshall had ended up. She threw the door open and a sudden dull thud answered the question. "Gahhh," hissed out Marshall as he was holding his nose," Why did you throw it open? It's not even necessary to throw it open."

Joy just shook her head, grabbed her bag, closed the door behind her, and started to walk away. Walking by Marshall as he held his nose she noticed dust stains all over his shoes and pants. She winced as she realized that John and him hadn't gotten in the car last night...though Marshall could have probably slept in the trunk and didn't because it 'violated protocol'. She chuckled to herself as she walked towards the main building where she guessed the showers were. She honestly didn't mind sleeping in the van when they stayed over at the truck stop parking lots, it certainly raised less eyebrows when Marshall just flashed his FBI ID then when two grown men walked into a hotel with a seventeen year old. Though not many people actually place her as a seventeen year old, 'How many seventeen year old girls are six foot two and are willing to throw down with anyone.' She actually laughed out loud as she entered the building, Marshall and Jason may give her grief for almost ending up in Green Dolphin Street but she actually find the entire incident funny. She was being jailed for taking out four schmucks for hitting on an underaged girl, and she hadn't even used her stand. She opened the nearest shower room door still lost in thought, though she very quickly snapped back to reality when she saw the shirtless back of John hunched over a sink shaving. "What are you doing in here?" She asked startled.

John turned around with a straight razor in his hand," Shaving after I showered. What are you doing in here?"

"I'm here to shave and shower!"

John chuckled and put the razor back in a small shaving kit," Well I'm done but just so you know the women's showers are across the hall."

John slipped on another gaudy Hawaiian print shirt and buttoned it up as he followed Joy out the bathroom door, he gave her a salute as he walked towards the main doors. Joy stopped before opening the women's door, " Hey can I get a smoke from you?"

John patted his pockets before producing a carton and tossing it to her," Careful these things can kill you."

Joy caught the carton and slipped it into her bag," If you know that then why do you smoke em?"

John spread his arms wide and called out," Who knows the answer to that."

Joy went to respond but just shoved the door open in annoyance at how technically true the statement was, like one of the technicalities Marshall used to get her out of trouble only used against her. Her thought process was derailed as soon as she felt the slightly warm water hit her skin knocking a solid layer of dust off. She almost moaned at how good it felt to take a half decent shower, but managed to keep some sense of decorum despite the empty room. She quickly ran through cleaning her body and turned for her washcloth only to not find it. She popped open the curtain a little bit and looked out into the common area of the shower room and saw it smack in the middle of the floor," Damn it."

She poked her head out and checked both ways, making sure there were no people, before letting『ALICE IN CHAINS』out. She felt the power flow through her veins before touching her hand to the tile floor and willing a chain to form. It was always a weird feeling, the sense of feeling something that isn't attached to you but she couldn't deny that it was very useful. She snagged the towel, hauled it back to her shower stall, stepped back into the water, and went to deactivate her stand but stopped short. She felt something...slippery almost, surrounding her, it was like when『ALICE IN CHAINS』 was active and she can feel the usable materials around her. Now though, it was like when she was chasing down Owen; there was just something that she could feel, like something just sliding through her fingers. She decided to keep 『AlLICE IN CHAINS』active and focused on the something that she was feeling. It felt like forever when from the puddle of water on the floor thin, clear chains arose and began to sway with her commands. It was difficult though is it felt like it kept slipping through her fingers...it was like sand, when she controlled sand it she had to try to keep her grip on as much of it as possible in order to control it and keep the chains solid. The chains disappeared suddenly when cold water doused her, seems that there wasn't enough hot water in the pipes. "SON OF A-"

A few minutes later Joy kicked open the door to the shower room and stormed out into the warming desert. She reached into her bag and fished out the pack John had thrown her before pausing and quickly looking over towards the car. She saw Jason and Seth stretching outside of the car, the issue was that she didn't know where Marshall was and that was an issue. If he saw her smoking she would be in a world of pain, so she opted to go the other way to save the back of her head several heavy handed slaps. She meandered over to a low wall before crouching down and lighting a cigarette. She slipped down to the ground and leaned against the wall, just trying to enjoy the brief moment of peace before they hit the road again. She was somewhat worried about word moving ahead of their survival against Owen, but part of her hoped that normal level of disorganization stayed around. Mortis did tend to keep gag orders in between members of his organization, so she really hoped that played into their favor. A sudden voice drew her out of her stupor," You got a another smoke I can have."

Joy looked up and saw a young tan face staring down at her, and an impish smirk on his face and a slight scar running over his lip. She chuckled," Does the brat asking have a name?"

The boy smirk only seemed to grow before he responded," Rob, Rob Zieger."

Joy pulled the carton out and offered him one, "Mines Joy, Joy Jordan."

Rob chuckled as he pulled himself on top of the wall to sit," Really, Jojo,"

Joy went red in the face before flipping him off and turned away muttering," Stupid nickname, goddamn middle school dance."

Rob laughed before Joy interrupted him asking," So why the hell are you at a nearly abandoned Nevada truck stop."

Joy looked up and saw the questioning look on Robs face before he responded," Cause I've been driving since ten a.m. yesterday, and honestly I'm just running of spite for the ass the 'employs' me."

Joy looked like she wanted to ask a question, but a man wearing black shades walked over," Zieger, you ready to go we are ahead of schedule and we should stay that way."

Joy saw the mans face and felt her brain freeze, he was one of the mercs she had injured in Florida (Different from the pedophiles, though.) and that meant he worked for Mortis. The man saw Joy and quickly reached in his jacket nearly yelling," You're that godd-"

He would have finished his sentence but『ALICE IN CHAINS』exploded forward, with Rob's eyes going wide as he threw himself backwards, and delivered a devastating right hook to the man sending him flying. In the process however she had stood up and was now in the line of sight of about fifteen other heavily armed mercenaries who knew who she was. She made the sensible choice of grabbing her bag and booking back towards the car. She rounded the corner as the bullets started to fly by and yelled in the direction of the car,"WE HAVE AN ISSUE!."

Jason was wide eyed with a toothbrush in his mouth looking at her she ran towards the car, but he seemed to snap out of it and basically dove into the driver's seat and started the car. Seth seemed to be frozen but Joy tackled him into the middle two seats. As she closed the door he asked," What about John and Marshall?!"

Joy heard the panic in Jason's voice as she looked up and saw them coming around the corner," Rule 23-2Z!."

Joy got thrown back into the seat as Jason floored and actually jumped the curb to cut back onto the highway. Joy turned around and looked out the rear window and saw a single black van pull out after them, she sighed in relief. They were going close to a hundred, and she knew enough about cars to know that this engine was modified to go even faster, not that Marshall used it, so there was no way the van was going to catch them. She went to speak up when a horrible sound of metal scratching against metal echoed through the air, and then there was a quickly approaching blur coming towards them.

Rob had hit the ground after Joy had summoned her stand, Wonderland something or other, and probably killed the mercenary he was with. He had opted to stay down when the gunfire started so none of those ass hats got any ideas about shooting him and telling Mortis he resisted, not that Mortis wasn't figuratively holding a gun to his head anyway. As he pushed himself he felt a rough hand grab the back of his leather duster and haul him all the way up. " I mean did you really need-"

He was cut off by the click of a gun,"-Give me the keys."

The keys were shoved into his hand and he was shoved towards one of the vans they had come here in from Alcatraz. 'Just a basic equipment and personnel move.' he thought as he slipped into the driver's seat and put the seat belt on,'Mortis, if I wasn't terrified of you I'd tell you your definition of simple is batshit crazy.'

He turned the key and allowed his stand to activate, and very quickly the car began to show the effects. The cab shortened, the passenger seat disappeared, the seat belt became a harness, the speedometer cracked and the needle just fell off, multiple exhaust pipes came out around the sides and began to spit flames, and he felt the final mark of the change occur the tires pop. He smiled as he slammed down on the gas pedal, as much as he hated Mortis he did love what『DRAGULA』was capable of, and let the tires spin into flames before shifting out of park and taking off after Joy; heralded by the horrible sound of screeching metal. He felt himself get slammed back into the seat as it took off going over the curb with no difficulty and cutting across the sandy ground like it was asphalt before getting onto the highway and pressing the gas pedal even further….God he loved this part.

Marshall was inside trying to looking over another map and comparing possible routes and to find the fastest series of speed limits to make the address as quickly as possible. Mortis kept radio silence between his henchmen and mercenaries in some sort of paranoia, but he really didn't want to risk wasting much more time. He thought he had found an appropriate route when the all too familiar sound of gunshots reached his ears . The model 27 was out and he was behind the pamphlet stand before the map even hit the ground. He peeked around the corner and saw an armed men step in front of the glass door as he fired at something, that something he guessed to be their car. 'At least they remembered protocol 23-2Z; if you are threatened with capture or death escape with whoever you can….only issue is that means that I'm alone now." Marshall sighed and pulled the hammer back before spinning out of cover and heading towards the door. The henchman turned and looked through the glass door, his eyes screamed surprise but nothing made it out of his mouth as two shots impacted his chest putting him down. Marshall kept his cool and kept walking forward smoothly taking out another guard who rushed forward, two more shots and another dead guard. Marshall stepped out of the building back into the desert air. He vaguely heard yelling coming from the other side of the building before the now familiar sound of electricity followed. He made his way to the corner of the building just as John flew over the small half-wall into the sand. John scrambled to all fours and pressed his back against the wall breathing quickly. Marshall kept his back against the wall and glanced around the corner seeing at least four guys, he took a breath and came around the corner firing his remaining two bullets hitting nothing but scaring the soldiers into taking cover. He made it right next to John who looked over and said," We gotta get outta here."

"I was actually planning on staying," Marshall commented as he calmly pulled six more bullets out of his pockets and placed them in the gun.

John rolled his eyes and summoned『RIDE THE LIGHTNING』the stand floating ethereally behind him as he now crouched behind the wall. Marshall followed suit and activated『FOUGHT THE LAW』the familiar stripes spreading over the gun, he paused as he took a quick survey of the situation. One detail caught his eye as bullets began to hit their cover, sending bits of brick onto the two men. The black truck that was sitting in the parking lot was close enough that one of them could get to it and attempt...to...hard wire it. Marshall adjusted how he was sitting to look at John who sent a bolt of electricity flying at the mercenaries, not hitting anything."John...can you hot wire a car."

Another hail of gunfire tried interrupted his response, but John manage to rush the response out, "Yeah...I think I can."

Marshall returned fire before pulling out his speed re loader and responding," Think or know?"

The gunfire started again but John reached a hand over the wall and sent a quick bolt of lightning forced the two groups back into their tentative stalemate. John flexed his hand as it spasmed a little bit,"Know….Yeah, Yeah I know."

Marshall glared at John but a large chunk of brick coming off the wall influenced his next words heavily. " Best chance we have," Marshall rolled his shoulders," On three you run for the car and I'll keep them busy."

John gave a thumbs up as Marshall took a breath, "One," The hammer clicked back on the pistol," Two,"『FOUGHT THE LAW』activated, the familiar lines crossing the Model 27," THREE!"

'Guilty of Attempted Murder," Marshall thought as he surged to his feet, turning, and squeezing the trigger. He was vaguely aware of John scrambling towards the truck, but he was focused on the now empty chamber that he was reloading. He focused on the bullets as they arced towards the closest mercenary, four impacted the wall he had taken cover behind but two rounded the bend and seemed to hit home based on the yell of pain. Marshall was vaguely aware of the fact that he had reloaded his gun, but honestly it was just entirely muscle memory. New bullets began to fly towards him but to him it was almost in slow motion, and he just moved to the side as the bullets impacted the concrete barrier he had been standing behind. He squeezed off his next six shots in quick succession deciding to keep the same charge. Six more bullets flew all arcing towards the next closest mercenary, but unfortunately the angle the bullets had drove them into the concrete half-wall he had been crouching behind. Suddenly a noise, specifically an engine starting to his right, and he slammed his last speed re loader into the chamber and fired again, the bullets arcing in multiple directions. He worked his way towards the truck as the mercenaries came out from their cover and began to fire again. He abandoned the shooting and threw himself into the trunk banging his shins hard but avoiding any of the bullets that hit the ground where he was. He landed in the trunk hard and quickly screamed," GO, GO, GO!"

Marshall slammed into the back of the trunk, a silent prayer that it didn't fly open, and his pistol fell out of his hand and started to roll around. He fought his way to his feet and started to crawl forward, but a shiny black object caught his eye. He grabbed it with his hand and nearly cheered for joy, a SIG 550. He grabbed the gun and struggled to his feet one hand grabbing the gear rack on top of the hood as the wind whipped through his hair . He looked down towards the window and tapped it with the barrel of the gun. A second later the window opened," Turns out I do know how to hot wire a car."

Marshall wanted to laugh but a sudden gunshot drew him out of his reverie. He turned and saw a black van spinning out of the truck stop and after them, a man hanging out of the window with a similar looking gun. He turned back and leaned into the window, as John asked," Whats the plan?"

Marshall glanced back at the approaching van before turning back with a blank expression on his face," Try to catch up with Joy...and ignore the gunfire."

Marshall turned away from the window and braced his back against the cab as John tried to yell something at him. Marshall looked at the van approaching before reaching down and yanking the cloth off whatever it was covering, and he was incredibly thankful that his guess was right: More SIG's and ammo. He felt something hit his foot as he was grabbing a few magazines, and a quick glance down revealed his old and faithful Model 27. He snatched it up and put it in it's holster and glanced over the top of the cab where he now saw massive traffic because of a smoldering wreck. John swerved into the nearest open lane as Marshall brought the gun to his shoulder, and looked down the sights.

STAND STATS- 『DRAGULA』

User: Robbie "Rob" Zieger

Strength: D

Speed: A

Range: D

Durability: A

Precision: A

Potential: D

『DRAGULA』is a stand that activates whenever Rob gets into a motor vehicle. The stand alters the state of any vehicle into the 'DRAGULA' style where the color turns black, wheels turn to flames, and the maximum speed increases two fold. There is no way to monitor speed in the vehicle so it is up to the user to guesstimate their speed. The new vehicle is also able to move in ways that the vehicle shouldn't and gains supernatural turning and control as long as the user doesn't lose their handle on the vehicle

User History: Rob Zeiger was born 1970 in Detroit, Michigan and very quickly took a liking to cars. The love of cars continued and eventually led him to street racing and that ended him in prison at age 18. Through a series of luck (Or unlucky depending on perspective) events Rob ended up as one of the prisoners Mortis was using for experiments. All the others died but Rob survived and began to 'work',under the threat of death, for Mortis as a mover, driver, and all around transportation source. He is not one of Mortis main members and is incredibly aware of how little Mortis cares for his life, and is incredibly terrified of Owen Spring who almost killed when he tried to escape on his 19th birthday.