William hopped into his car and fell in line behind the others. He decided that he would take up the rear of the convoy, his flammer would deter most people, and if worst came to worst he would be able to speed past some of the others. His car doesn't need to be the fastest, just not the slowest. He took stock of his fuel supply and dis his best to calculate how many refuels he had. When he counted he frowned to himself. He had enough fuel in the tank to go for about five hours, on the plus side he had enough to refuel five and a half times, if you include his emergency supply.

He grabbed the radio and switched it to the right channel. "Hey Mantis, it's Glasser. I got about five hours or so of fuel left in the tank, but enough to refuel five or six times. Also, since using the radio wastes your battery, I think we should have our own radio channel to communicate to one another without causing you to lose power and then crash. I do have one question for everyone first. When we stop jext, what does everyone want to eat? I'm a damn good cook, so long as I have stuff to cook."