The driver of the Vizierate Team’s cab was a young, skinny man.  He was helpful, talkative and excited to have a Forerunner in his cab, until Oliver shut him down.

His vehicle is old, and has obviously seen much use, the seats have been repaired of numerous rips and tears, the suspension responds like a dead cat and there is a noticeable whine coming from somewhere near the rear wheels. The interior smells of bleach and tobacco.  The driver is protected by a transparent screen in which are drilled small holes to permit sound to pass.