The drive from the race grounds to the garage wasn't a terribly long one necessarily, but it felt way too long in Regan's mind. During the entire drive she was thinking about how many parts of the car could be laced with GPS trackers in case another tracker was found. In the tire wells, door panels, seats, trunks, ECU, hell once she had seen someone hide a tracker underneath of the battery. That was a mistake since it didn't work all too well, but it didn't matter in her mind. Cole was probably right about taking the entire car apart to find anything that they could have placed inside. It honestly wouldn't surprise her if they, somehow, found a way to alter the car so that after awhile it wouldn't work anymore. 

As she pulled the car onto the lift, she waved the other driver into the bay beside the Mercedes before hopping out. Might as well change her tires out on the Z after re-working the entire C63. Looking at the daunting task of a car, Regan rubbed her chin as she thought of the best plan of attack. Taking her vest off, she tossed it into the trunk of her car and shivered as the cool air hit her bare skin. At least she kept a spare sports bra in the back in case of certain situations but she had forgotten a good shirt to wear. Quickly changing into a pair of scrap jeans and her sports bra, she closed the trunk hatch and popped the C63 hood. Well shit. This was going to be fun.

Merc's were always overrated pimp cars in Cole's mind. But he had to admit, this was a pretty damn nice car, and it was definitely developed with racing in mind. He figured he'd probably just end up selling the car at first, but now he was starting to think about some ways of making it his own and building another worthy racing car out of it. First things first though, this thing was wired hot, probably hotter than he had bargained for.

He arrived in the door of Regan's garage a handful of minutes after her own arrival and parked his car at the opposite side. He figured he might as well accept the invitation since his garage was stuffed with project cars that were half done, some not even that. On the way he picked up a couple pizzas and a case of redbull...Hey, it was going to be a long night, might as well enjoy it. "In case you didn't get to dinner." He said as he set the pizzas out on a center work bench between the cars and grabbed a slice for himself. "Ya know the first thing we outta do is reboot the ECU's. That's been screwed with if they're running tracking lines on these." He unlatched the hood on his own C63 to try to further study where the GPS sockets were leading to. "Got a code reader anywhere?"

"Can't worry about dinner, gotta worry about savin our asses," she shook her head as she popped the battery cables to check beneath the battery first. There was no way in hell she was going to wait and take a chance on there being an active GPS beeping away where they were. In his time of getting pizza, she had already rebooted but hadn't checked yet since she had gotten too worried about the battery. "Blue cabinets, fourth drawer down in the back." What garage didn't have a code reader?

Sighing as she found another bug, she tossed it in a bucket after shutting it completely off with a shake of her head. At least the bugs weren't working since she had taken the cable out. It took awhile but she slowly started to pull the lines out, threading them through the tangled wires they were woven around and what not. "Jesus. They made sure to fill this with trackers. Every so often along the lines there's another one. Bet they're inside the tires too…" Regan looked over at him with a sigh, shrugging. "What codes is it throwing?"

"If you're me you do both." He said with a laugh as he went to retrieve the code reader. Surely the mobsters weren't so hellbent on protecting their car that they put independent trackers all over...guess he would find out.

A few minutes passed as he plugged it in to the car's computer and the reader synced itself. He scrolled through all the engine management systems and useless air conditioner stuff before he came across multiple outlets that were defined as "unidentified electronics." Clever, they had wired all the trackers into the car's ECU so at any given point they could shut down the entire car with just a signal to one of the trackers. "Look at this." He waved Regan over. "They wired in 6 tracking devices all hooked to the ECU. Probably should disconnect the battery."

Regan was in the midst of pulling the battery out when Cole called out to her about the code reader. She set the battery down, walking over and looked down at the reader with a sigh. "Good thing I already pulled mine," she nodded while looking over the codes. "I've pull two so far, and one extra little bug that was just there. Fuckin hell this is gonna be a long night." Pulling everything in the car was going to take some serious time with just one car, but they were working on two cars which meant the work was going to take that much longer. Add on any other little issues that would arise or changes they wanted to make and that was more time.

Stepping back over to her car, she set the battery aside and just started back on pulling the GPS lines. "Fuck it. I'll rebuild the damned ECU myself or put a whole new on in at this point," she shook her head, knowing there were a few extra laying around from cars she had taken for parts. God knows she could rig her own up, but it was the fact that the car may not even start without the GPS left into it that was intimidating. "And I bet there are a few more bugs in the tires or something. Would be my guess, at least."

"Hang on." Cole said thoughtfully before further examining the code for the unidentified electronics. Each of the 6 "electronics" had abbreviated names that suggested they were a sensor in the car. One was titled "fue sen," another was "exhst sen." His guess was that even the mob themselves didn't want to forget where they put the trackers, so they disguised them as sensors and coded in where they were located...that's what he hoped anyway.

He grabbed a notepad and quickly scribbled down the names of the six "sensors" before shutting the car off and hopping around to the front to disconnect the battery. "I bet the actual trackers are in those locations." He pointed to the notebook he set on the roof of his Merc. "There may be motion detectors all over the car but without those trackers they're useless."

Secretly he was hoping Regan had all but forgotten about what that mobster said about his involvement with Dieseli. That was not a word he wanted to be spread around.