The van sped down the road. Mist looked at Plumsweet who was seated across from her.

"Having fun?" asked Mist.

"No."

Mist shrugged. "Too bad."

Thunder drifted around a corner as Mist's van came into view.

Static-y voices were heard as from a walkie-talkie. Mist reached up and pulled one down.

"What is it?" she asked.

"It's that colt. He's approaching you."

Mist grinned. "Keep him occupied."

"Thunder." said Plumsweet softly.

Thunder looked in his side mirror and saw three motorcycles approaching.

"Dammit."

One of the motorcyclists performed a wheelie and sped up. Thunder pulled out his gun. The motorcyclist touched down the front wheel and pulled out a Scorpion.

"Aw, shit." said Thunder, seeing it.

The motorcyclist aimed the gun and fired. Thunder ducked as bullets shot through the car, cracking the windshield and shattering the back window. Thunder slowed down. When the motorcyclist was next to him, he jerked the car to the side, smacking into the motorcycle. The rider swerved and fell over, skidding along the pavement. Thunder aimed out the back window and fired at the fuel tank. The motorcycle blew up, causing the other motorcyclists to swerve away. Thunder looked out the front again. He could hardly see due to the bullet holes and cracks. He let out a groan of annoyance and whacked it with his gun. He kept on whacking and whacking until the windshield popped out. It landed in the road and was run over by a motorcycle.

The driver of the van knocked on the closed window behind him. Mist slid it open.

"What, now?" she asked.

"He took out one of our colts."

Mist let out a low growl and slammed the window shut. She looked back at Plumsweet.

"Your colt friend is going through a lot of trouble to save you, girl."

Plumsweet looked at the floor and closed her eyes.

The second motorcyclist sped up and caught up with Thunder. When he was close enough, the rider jumped off the motorcycle and landed on top of the car.

"The fuck?" asked Thunder.

The colt hung halfway off the top and punched the window, cracking it. Thunder aimed the gun. The colt pulled away as Thunder fired. He then hung over again and punched the window, this time breaking through. He tried grabbing for Thunder. The car swerve along the road. It then slid into the other lane. Cars honked their horns and swerved out of the way. Thunder tried to shake the colt away.

"Get off, you fucker!" he yelled.

He attempted to crush the colt agianst the side of a building. He jerked the car to the left and the colt slid onto the hood. The car scraped up against the side of a building and took out a lamp post or two. The colt reached through the front as Thunder drove the car back into the right lane. He then picked up his gun and stuffed it into the colts mouth.

"Bye bye, motherfucker."

He pulled the trigger, blowing the colts brains out. The body slid of the hood and Thunder ran him over.

Mist slid the little window open.

"What is it now?" she asked

"Second one's down. One remains."

"FUCK!!!" yelled Mist. "DO NOT STOP THIS VAN!!!"

"Yes, ma'am." said the driver as Mist slammed the window shut.

She reached under her seat and pulled out a rifle.

"Oh, shit." said Plumsweet.

Mist cocked the rifle and opened the van door. She leaned out. "MOVE INTO THE OTHER LANE!!!" she ordered the driver.

"This is not a good idea." said the driver to himself, but he obeyed.

Now, Mist had a clear view. She raised the rifle and aimed it. Thunder saw her.

"Son of a bitch."

Mist fired as Thunder ducked.

"Dammit." said Mist, cocking the rifle and aiming.

She fired again as Thunder jerked the car to the side.

"SHIT!!! HOLD STILL!!!" She re-cocked and aimed.

She now had a straight shot at Thunder's head. She fired as Thunder ducked. The bullet shot out the back and hit the third motorcyclist, killing him. The cycle fell over and slid across the pavement.

"FUCK!!!" yelled Mist.

She threw the rifle away and leaned back inside.

"What's she up to now?" Thunder asked himself.

Mist reached under Plumsweet's seat and pulled out an RPG.

"Are you insane?!" yelled Plumsweet.

"It's possible." said Mist with a grin.

She leaned out the side again and aimed the RPG. Thunder felt his heart skip a beat.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" he asked.

Mist had a clear shot. The van swerved to avoid hitting a car, causing Mist to miss her chance.

"Fuck. KEEP IT STEADY!!!" she yelled.

She tried aiming but Thunder had moved behind them. Thunder noticed a lunch box sitting on the passenger's seat. It was tipped over and, what looked like milk, was leaking out. Mist leaned back inside and closed the door. She then headed into the back and opened the back doors. She knelt down and aimed at Thunder. The van hit the sidewalk and caused Mist to almost drop the RPG. Thunder sped up as Mist held the rocket launcher up and aimed. Thunder grabbed the lunch box and wedged it against the seat, keeping the gas pedal held down. She then stood on the seat and crawled out of the front. He got on the hood just as the car was about two feet away. Mist fired the RPG as Thunder leaped off the hood. He sailed over the rocket and, as the rocket hit the car, landed in the back of the van, knocking Mist to the floor. The car blew up in a massive explosion. Thunder punched Mist in the face. The mare threw hiim off her and kicked him in the head. He stumbled backwards and fell over.

"Thunder!" yelled Plumsweet.

Mist stood on top of him. "So this is the colt that wiped out half my gang. You're not so tough."

Thunder kicked her in the leg and she fell over. He attempted to stomp on her head, but she grabbed his hoof and threw him towards the back. He slid out the back but grabbed on with both hooves. Plumsweet got out of her seat and tackled Mist to the floor.

"THE FUCK?!" yelled Mist.

"I HATE YOU!!!" yelled Plumsweet.

"I DON'T REALLY GIVE A FUCK ANYMORE!!!"

Mist rolled on top of her and punched her in the face.

"Plumsweet!" yelled Thunder, still hanging out the back. The van went over a bump and the rifle slid into the back. Thunder spotted it and so did Plumsweet. Mist stood up.

"You're both starting to piss me off." said Mist.

Plumsweet kicked her in the legs. Mist fell over as Plumsweet grabbed the rifle. She went to the far back and aimed it at Mist.

"I don't fucking think so." said Mist.

She knocked the rifle to the side as Plumsweet fired. The bullet shot through the van, taking out the driver.

"Uh, oh." said Plumsweet.

The van sped towards a tall building.

"Plumsweet!" yelled Thunder. "You have to get out of there!"

Plumsweet tried to leave but Mist pulled her away from the back. "You're not going anywhere, you bitch."

The building was getting closer. Thunder let go and rolled across the road as the van hit a car. It tipped on its side and skidded across the ground, stopping as it hit the side of the building. The engine caught on fire. Thunder slowly stumbled to his hooves.

"PLUMSWEET!"