Dr Mathias Posted Aug 25, 2009, 4:05 am

"Who the hell are these jerks?" Lady McBeth asked her relatively new driver, Tim 'Torque' Cabrera. "Hell if I know, some new gang trying to make a name for themselves I guess." Torque drove the Renowned Buccaneer Priscilla to the top of a sand dune and idled the engine. Lady drew her flare gun and fired it into the sky. The two cars following Priscilla slowed and stopped on the nearest dune crest. A helmeted man stepped out of his car and held a megaphone to his mouth. "Your car looks a helluva lot like the one posted in all the towns across Evan. Step away from the car and we'll let you go after we have a look-see!" "Who are you pusbuckets to tell us what to do?" Lady yelled back. "We're Searchlight, by way of Texan, you little hussy. And I think we done found who we're looking for!" The man hopped into the Razorback, which kicked up a heavy cloud of dust as it raced toward the dune Priscilla was perched on. "Are you fracking kidding me? Texan bounty hunters in Elmsfield? WE'VE NEVER EVEN BEEN TO THAT CRAPHOLE!" Lady screamed as she slid her goggles down. She began firing her laser at the bounty hunters, placing a few light scorch marks on the top and sides of the lead car. Torque gunned the engine and guided the buccy toward a relatively flat succession of low sand dunes. Torque opened the throttle and that's when the Haunted Buccaneer finally betrayed them. Priscilla leapt off a sharp crested dune like a gazelle, somersaulted like an Olympic diver, and planted herself upside down in the soft sand. Thick clouds erupted from the smokescreen as Torque fired it in a panic. "OH MY GOD! We've got to get the frack out of here NOW!" Lady quickly slid out of the window hatch so she could engage the patented de-turtling device which almost all cars had been upgraded with. Lady's eyes widened as the lever snapped in her hand. The rockets from the Scorpion threw dust and and fragments of Priscilla's armor high into the air. Lady's gloves were bright red, stained by the gushing blood raining from her ravaged face. Somehow, perhaps in a semi lucid state arising out of sheer terror, Lady made it into the Buccaneer just as the staccato sound of heavy gatling started shredding Priscilla's armor. The noise from the barrage of weapons that demolished the Buccaneer was deafening. Priscilla righted herself and turned to face the setting sun as the Bounty Hunters surrounded her. Priscilla's engine screamed- a high pitched, hair raising shriek worse than all the hordes of Hell combined, then fell silent.