Blonde hair flying in the wind, aviators on her face, Yang felt goddamn confident. Driving down the road in her modded 1969 Ford Mustang (with a missing roof, but that story is for another time). As if her life couldn't be more complete, she looked over at her beautiful girlfriend. She wore a leather jacket, and a matching pair of aviators. Yang lowered her aviators and winked at Blake. Blake laughed. That was when she heard the truck. Turning around Yang saw a giant monster truck, flames billowing from behind it, cresting the horizon doing easily 120. Yang smirked, turning up the radio.

"Ready?" Yang asked.

"Oh yeah," Blake licked her lips, lifting a shotgun up from off the floor.

The monster truck was majority red with blue stripes on it. On the sides were large swastikas.

Hear what I say, we are the business today.

From the passenger window a man leaned out. His head was shaved, he wore a wife beater and on his arm was a swastika armband. Held in his hands was a bazooka, and he shot a round in front of the car. A cloud of smoke formed, that Yang blasted through. Blake checked that the shotgun was loaded, and pumped it.

"One shot, 2 kills," Blake promised.

Yang shrugged, "Betcha can't. Get ready to jump."

Yang slowed the car down, bringing it close enough so that Blake could leap out of the car. She did this, flipping over herself she landed on the hood of the truck. She held the shotgun in one hand, and leveled it at the blue-eyed cockhead. A brief look of fear flashed in his eyes before Blake pulled the shotgun, causing his head to explode, painting the back of the truck red. Blake backflipped off the truck, landing in her seat, Yang being exactly where she needed to be. The monster truck swerved to the side, flying off the highway and exploding.

That's from the the crew you can trust, warranty plus for fucking shit up

Yang gunned the gas pedal, speeding up leaving the flaming wreckage far in the background. Soon, however, there appeared to be a problem. A blockade was set up, waiting for them. Yang pulled the parking brake and drifted to a stop, facing at an angle the blockade.

Yang narrowed her eyes "Obergruppenführer Dick I see,"

The man dressed in the SS uniform narrowed his eyes, "Shut up you insolent race traitor,"

"Oooooh race traitor, quite the insult from a queer like yourself,"

"Your insults will not go unpunished men open fi-" his order was cut short when he found that his chest was filled with buckshot.

"I always hated him anyways," Blake bit her lip, loading another round into her shotgun.

"Let's get out of here babe," Yang turned the car into reverse, aiming it directly at the barricade.

Accelerating rapidly, she found a small incline, and it sent her flying over the blockade. The nazis shot at the speeding car, but to no avail. Most of them had lost their depth perception in an "accident" that left most of them with only half of their faces. Apparently nazis never learned that fucking with bible artifacts was a bad idea.

Yang cackled like a madman for a solid ten minutes. Eventually she pulled off the freeway, and pulled into a small diner. She got out, then went to open Blake's door, helping her girlfriend out. Brushing a stand of stray hair out of her face, she pushed the door to the diner open, "Knock knock bitches,"