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Despite all the material comforts of her limousine, Weiss Schnee was deeply unhappy to be where she was: that is, driving over the back roads of Hazzard County, deep in the rural woodlands of Vale, on her way to her father's latest mining operation. She'd been given a file on the place, but she hadn't read it. Groaning, she now wished she had, so she could at least put up a fight about being dragged all the way out here to look pretty and decorate her father's project. Things had steadily gotten worse ever since they'd pulled off the highway nearly an hour ago. Radio stations had steadily dropped out- all because Daddy is too cheap to pay for satellite!- and then the roads had turned to dirt all while the towering oaks and twisting cypress trees seemed to close in over the limo.
I'm really regretting the sun roof now… I'd hate to have to travel these roads at night!
At least her father had sent her a very pretty new dress to mollify her. Still, she'd rather be showing off the fitting, shimmering periwinkle of the garment in the luxurious clubs and establishments of Atlas, with its steel and crystalline towers standing tall along the frosty crater rim it was built upon, than down here in this fetid backwoods swampland.
These yokels won't even appreciate my wardrobe! Ugh!
Weiss fanned herself despite the cool, crisp air conditioning of the limousine. Stepping outside was going to suck.
There was a flicker of color in her driver's rearview mirror that she barely had time to notice before a cherry-red old sports car blew past, it's horn blasting a jaunty martial tune that she could hear even through the soundproofing of the limo. As the car hit a bump in the road, she briefly saw the crossed golden axes of Vale emblazoned on its roof, a quaint symbol of the kingdom's rebellion against Atlas rule during the Great War.
Moments later, the red and blue lights of a police car raced by, the cruiser in hot pursuit of the speeding vehicle. Between the two of them, the passing cars had kicked up so much dirt that Weiss's limo driver had to slow down for a moment and wait for visibility to be restored.
Lowering the divider between them, the driver turned and looked back worriedly. "Are you all right, Miss Schnee?"
She instinctually affected her best annoyed glare, under which the driver visibly withered. "Yes, just moderately annoyed at nearly being run off the road by those- those scoundrels!" she overdramatically declared.
"I'll be sure the submit a report of the peril they placed us in to the police department," her driver mumbled dutifully.
"See that you do!" Weiss ordered as she settled herself and brushed her shoulders off. "I hope those rapscallions feel the full force of the law!"
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"Yaa-hoo!" Yang whooped as she gunned the girls' beloved Mistral Motors Impala, whose frame was at least as old as she was, past the slowpoke car that had been hogging the road and over some bumps in the road, practically going airborne off of them.
Her sister Ruby, bracing herself in the passenger seat, craned her neck to look out the rear view mirror. "Wow, I think that was a limousine!"
Yang snorted. "Anyone bringing a limousine into a patch of dirt like Hazzard County must be one of Boss Schnee's friends, and they ain't ever up to any good!" She looked in the center mirror and sneered. "Hope I kicked up enough dirt to clog their fancy radiator!"
"How do you plan to ditch Sheriff Wukong here though?" Ruby asked as Yang drifted around a corner. "He's riding our ass pretty tight!"
"He wishes." Yang smirked. Ruby rolled her eyes, and Yang continued. "Fortman Bridge over the Swagahachee River's out last I heard, we'll ditch 'em there."
Ruby groaned. "An out bridge? That doesn't mean you're gonna…"
Yang tightened her grip on the steering wheel and smirked. "Oh yeah it does! Hang on, Rubes!"
Now truth be told, the General Grant was constantly putting more space between the sisters and the police. The car had better acceleration, cornering, top speed, and pretty much everything that mattered than the police cruiser, and Yang was one helluva better driver. But for all the back roads that twisted through Hazzard County, tweren't any way to guarantee losing the law this side of the Swagahachee. The other side, though, marked the foothills of Patch Mountain. The sister's home territory, they could disappear likety-split in the hollers of the mountain.
Especially with the dramatic way Yang intended to leave the Sheriff in her dust.
The General, followed close by the Sheriff, burst out the treeline and sped towards the riverfront and the washed-out bridge. Down along the river, folks out on bait shop porches, and the little old ladies dropping their pensions into the slot machines at the beached riverboat casino, turned the heads towards the noise of the roaring engines just in time to see the Rose sisters come speeding down the road.
"One of these days, Yang, this is not gonna work and we're going to end up nose-first in the dirt," Ruby muttered as her grip tightened on the handholds.
"But today is not that day! Yee-Haw!" Yang smirked. As she cheered, the General Grant hit the upward curve of the remains of the bridge and launched itself skyward, while Sheriff Wukong slammed the brakes and tried not to spin out behind them.
"Yyyeeeaaahhh!" Despite her expressed misgivings, Ruby couldn't help but cheer and pump her fist in the air as they launched over the river, the muddy waters passing by under her turning to mud and then dry, firm land as the car smashed down on the other side of the narrow body of water. "Thank god the shock absorbers aren't as old as the rest of this ride!"
"Hey, don't you go badmouthin' my baby girl!" Yang grinned. "Told ya we'd lose 'em!" the sisters laughed and high-fived as they saw Sheriff Wukong and Deputy Vasillas, with his distinctive bright blue hair, climb out of where their car had spun out into a chicken coop and look sourly after them as the first of the ornery birds took a shit on their cruiser. "Now quick, let's get these medicines to them kids up on the mountain!"
Ruby rolled her eyes. "Sure, Yang. Helping sick kids is the reason you're in a hurry to go visit Doc Belladonna."