Edit: Oops back to editing these in alphabetical order.
Chapter 2, if anyone cares. Which…I suppose some do. :)
A day had passed, and Annabel and I found a way into the party at the Tokyo Art Museum. Well… I did. She watched.
Let's see… Main overlook on the place. Sir Axlerod was introducing the competitors. Everyone was focused on him… This would be a good time to search for the camera.
No… No… No…
"Where are we?"
"Tokyo Art museum."
"Ah. Meet Holley, yet?"
"Who?" I asked.
"I'll take that as a no…" I imagined her shrugging.
"Do try to be quiet for a while, I'm looking for the camera." I murmured.
"It's not there, you know."
I ignored her and continued looking. No… N—oh… That must be Holley…
"Oh, hello." The purple Jaguar greeted.
"Hello." I smiled.
"A Volkswagen Karmann Ghia has no radiator."
"That's because it's air-cooled."
"Great. I'm Agent Shiftwell. Holley Shiftwell from the Tokyo Station."
While she was speaking, Annabel quietly squealed from my backseat, "You said the words!" and giggled quietly. I looked sternly behind me, trying to get her to stop in case Miss Shiftwell heard her. She stopped.
"I have a message from London." She finished.
"Not here." I started to drive then said a bit louder, "You must try the canapés on the mezzanine."
I led her into the nearest lift.
"So, the lab boys analyzed the photo I sent?" I continued and Holley nodded. "What did they learn about the camera?"
"It appears to be a standard television camera. They said if you could get closer photos next time that would be great." She explained.
"This was London's message?" I stared at her.
"Oh, no, no. No, Sir. Um…"
A bit nervous, is she?
"The oil platform you were on?" She regained her bearings. "Turns out, they're sitting on the biggest oil reserve in the world."
I'd be lying if I wasn't a bit astonished. "How did we miss that?"
"They've been scrambling everyone's satellites. The Americans actually discovered it just before you did. They've placed an agent on that platform under deep cover. He was able to get a photo of the car who's running the entire operation." She explained.
We drove out of the lift, and I continued. "Well, who is it? Has anyone seen the photo yet?"
"Nope, not yet." She answered while we drove up to the railing. "The American is here tonight to pass it to you. He'll signal you when he's ready."
"Good, good." I looked over the railing, and my engine nearly stopped. "Oh no…" I quickly reversed away from the railing.
"What is it?" Holley asked.
"Change of plan. You're meeting the American." I turned to face Holley.
"What? Me?" she sounded panicked.
"Those thugs down there were on the oil platform." I motioned towards the cars over the railing. "If they see me, the whole mission is compromised."
"No, no, I'm technical, you see. I'm in diagnostics, I'm… I'm not a field agent!" She nervously laughed.
"You are now." Annabel and I said at the same time. After we had gone over what she was to do, Miss Shiftwell drove away while I was left with Annabel. "Annabel…" I scolded.
"Sorry… I couldn't help it!" She squealed. "That's one of my favorite "you" lines!"
"I-I have lines?"
"Yeah, everything you say!" In my rearview mirror I saw that she was grinning.
"Alright…" I sighed. "Well, Miss Shiftwell should be contacting us any minute."
I drove to another location so I could keep an eye on Holley.
I really hate to do this to her… Look at her! She looks so nervous. She was nervous when she was delivering London's message, I can't imagine how she feels now…
"Okay, so, the American has activated his tracking beacon."
"Rodger that, move in." I ordered.
So far so good…
"Oh, you've got to be joking!" She suddenly exclaimed.
"What's the problem, Shiftwell?"
"He's in the loo!"
"So, go in!"
"I can't just go into the men's loo!"
"Time is of the essence, Shiftwell."
"All right…" She stuttered.
Poor Miss Shiftwell…
He doesn't know… Well, of course he doesn't! Well, should I tell him? It could save a life… But if I do, it may cost a life… Lightning's life and whoever else it could affect…
"You know, she's not going in there." I decided to say.
"What do you mean?" Finn asked me.
"She's not gonna go in there." I repeated, then loudly yawned. "S'cuse me."
"You realize it's a little after eleven, don't you?"
"Would you like to get some sleep?"
"This cannot be him…"
"Is he American?" Finn redirected his attention to Holley.
"Extremely." She replied after hesitating a moment.
"Then it's him." Finn convinced.
I grinned. "Meet: Mater!"
"Mater?" Finn repeated.
"That's who Holley's talking to right now." I felt my smile grow bigger.
"That's a… Strange name…" Finn decided.
"Yeah, well…" I said before yawning again. "What are ya gonna do…"
"Maybe you should get some sleep. We'll be leaving when Miss Shiftwell returns."
"Okay. I'll try." I nodded and lied down in Finn's back seat as Holley told Mater that they would rendezvous at the races.
"When you wake up, we'll probably be at a hotel or something."
"Okay. G'night, Finn."
Poor Rod Redline…The Lemons are probably… Right now… Rip in peace.
Do we even really know if he dies…? He could be totally fine and we just never found out… Ugh. I should probably expect the worst.
Rip in peace.
"He said we're to rendezvous at the races tomorrow."
"Brilliant work, Miss Shiftwell. Now, I suggest we find a hotel of some kind."
"Right." Holley nodded.
Sure enough, when Annabel woke up shortly after I did, we were in a hotel.
"Finn, I'm hungry…" She complained.
"The only thing here I've been able to put in my stomach is water, and no one can live on water! Sure, it's keeping my stomach from digesting itself, but I need food!" She pouted.
"I know, Annabel! Be patient. We'll find something."
"It's not like I can drink fuel…"
"I know." I shot back at her.
"Maybe Holley would have some ideas." She suggested.
"No, I've decided not to tell Holley about you just yet."
"Why? She could help! You want me to starve?"
"No! But… I don't think Holley should know, yet."
I jumped at the voice behind me. I turned to see Holley, parked in the doorway with a confused look in my direction. She had heard me talking to… What appeared to be myself.
"Holley! You're awake! Did you sleep well?" I tried changing the subject.
"Finn, who were you talking to?"
"…Myself?" I tried.
"Seriously?" Annabel whispered.
Holley shot me a disapproving look.
"And what shouldn't I know?" she added.
I relaxed my frame in defeat.
"You gonna tell her, now?" Annabel whispered. "Can I come out? Tell her not to freak out!"
"Miss Shiftwell, um… Try to refrain from "freaking out," as Annabel put it…"
"Can I come out now?" Annabel asked, loud enough for Holley to hear.
"Yes…" I sighed.
Annabel opened my door and stepped out. Holley stared at her.
"Don't freak out." Annabel warned, holding her hands up.
"Annabel is from another world. I… Found her at the oil platforms. Annabel? Do you mind telling Holley what you told me the night I found you?"
"Sure. Um… In my world, the Cars world is a fictional place, and… You two are fictional characters. This is actually a movie."
Holley just looked back and forth from me to Annabel. She finally said, "Your world is strange."
Annabel smiled. "Personally, I prefer this world." Her stomach rumbled. "Well, if I can find something to eat, I'd officially prefer this world…" She decided.
"Cars just drink petrol, but…" I started to explain.
"Yeah, that's a problem…" Holley agreed. "Hang on. You mentioned that… This was a movie?" Holley asked.
"Yep." She grinned.
"And is it a movie you've seen?" Holley continued.
"It's my favorite movie. I watch it all the time." Her smile widened.
"So… Y-you know what happens on this mission?" Holley asked.
"Of course I…" Annabel began to say but stopped short.
"I… I can't remember! I can't remember the rest of the movie! Aw…! And I had memorized every word, sound, and detail! Man…!"
"Back to the problem at hand?" I asked.
"This is the problem at hand! Now I have to watch it a hundred more times and—oh… You mean the fact that I need food."
Soon we were in a "Towko" business building, viewing the race. Since Holley knew about Annabel, now, she didn't have to stay in my backseat all the time, and was paying close attention since she had forgotten the rest of the… Movie.
"Shh… I'm trying to watch the race." She grinned.
"Annabel, we're not here to—"
"Finn, just leave her be. She doesn't have to help us with the job we have to do. Annabel?"
"Yeah?" Annabel asked, not taking her eyes off the racecars below her.
"You think it's a good idea to be so close to the window? If somebody saw you—"
"Now it's your turn to leave her be, Holley." I smirked.
"Whoo-hoo! Go McQueen!"
Holley and I exchanged a glance, then focused our attention back on our work.
"Why is he in the pits? He's so exposed." Holley observed.
"It's his cover. One of the best I've seen, too. Look at the detail on that rust. It must have cost him a fortune…"
Annabel tore her gaze from the race, looked at us and said, "There's something I have to remember about that… Dang it! I have no memory of the first movie either! Ugh! Well, I do, but vaguely… I know it has something to do with Radiator Springs… Ugh, this is so frustrating…!"
"Annabel, relax. We'll figure it out." Holley reassured, then turned her attention back to me. "But why hasn't he contacted us yet?"
"There's probably heat on him. Be patient."
"Right, of course. He'll signal us when he can."
"And then we find out who's behind all this."
"There's something about that… Hey, the dirt track section is comin' up! Ha-ha! Whoo! Yeah, McQueen! Ha-ha, Francesco can't drive on dirt." She grinned.
Annabel continued to watch the race. Her smile never faded, her eyes stayed full of energy as she watched Cars speed by, her palms pressed against the glass.
We could faintly hear the announcers through the glass. That's probably why Annabel was standing so close.
Suddenly, Annabel flinched slightly and her excitement turned to confused shock.
"Annabel? What happened?"
"Miguel Camino blew an engine!" she frowned.
There was a beeping on Holley's screen. "Hold on. I think I've got something."
"What is it?" I asked.
"It's the Pacer from the party last night. I'm cross-referencing with the photos from the oil derricks… Yep. His VIN numbers match."
"Anyone with him? He won't be alone."
"Something interesting happens now, I just can't put my finger on it…" Annabel mumbled.
While Holley conducted an analysis on the Pacer, I motioned for Annabel to get in my backseat.
"He's not the only one here. Three, five, they're everywhere! And they're all closing in on…"
One glance at where they were headed, and I was gone before Holley could say, "Oh no!"
Over Finn's radio, we heard Holley exclaim, "Oh no! Finn? Finn, where are you?"
Finn replied, "Get him out of the pits. Now!"
As Holley tried to persuade the American Agent to get out of the pits, Finn was driving very fast down the building, and was under the bleachers when he warned Holley, "They're coming, Shiftwell!"
"Yes, I know!"
"Get him out of there!"
"I'm trying! Get out now!"
"I wanna watch the race…" I complained.
"Well, thank you for following directions the first time."
I glanced out the window to see Finn was driving into Lightning McQueen's pit.
I started giggling. "We're in Lightning McQueen's pit!"
"Annabel, do be quiet…" Finn told me, grabbing a fire-hydrant with one of his steel magnets.
"Why are we in here?"
"You'll see…" I told her.
Soon after, the garage door opened revealing two Lemons. That triggered a memory. One of them was a green Pacer named Acer, I was sure of it.
"Finn McMissile?! But you're dead!" Acer exclaimed.
"Then this shouldn't hurt at all!" Finn replied. He sprayed them with the fire-hydrant, then drove off. The now even angrier Lemons chased him.
When he had a good lead, he stopped. "Miss Shiftwell?" He checked.
"I've got him in the back alleys east of the garages. Multiple assailants are closing in quickly." Holley updated.
"Keep him moving." Finn ordered as he came to a screeching halt. "I'm on my way." Finn told her, deploying his grappling hooks.
My stomach dropped—or rose, I guess—as we got onto the roof of a building.
Finn and I watched the American agent from above. There was a Lemon coming up behind him. As the red car passed the flower shop, Finn deployed a grappling hook and knocked over a cabinet of flowers, waking the sleeping owner of the shop. Now it looked like knocking it over was the Lemon's fault. Nice, I thought.
Finn used his grappling hooks to get down from the building.
My stomach dropped again. "You have got to stop doing that with me in here…"
Finn must've seen something I didn't, because next thing I know, he's trying to reverse. I look just in time to see a yellow pacer crash into Finn and push him into the grasp of two more rusty lemons.
To my horror and Finn's, they began pushing him towards Acer—who had a blowtorch, and the words; "This time I'm gonna make sure you staydead!"
I gulped. By killing Finn, he would kill me. And although I would hate itif Finn died, me dying along with him is even worse! And I couldn't get out because of the Lemons on either side of him! Crap crap crap crap crap…!
Out of Finn's back window, I saw the American agent come over here. What was he doing here? Wasn't Holley supposed to be giving him directions to safety?
Finn suddenly jumped up, and out of the grasp of the Lemons, causing the lemon that was pushing him from behind to speed forward, and crash into Acer.
Not wanting to kill his coworker, Acer tuned to the side. The rusty Lemon hit the gas tank Acer had on his side to fuel the blowtorch. That caused an explosion, causing the two cars to go flying into the sky. Acer landed on giant neon chopsticks. Lovely… I grinned.
Finn jumped off of the two remaining lemons, and started doing karate. Or, I guess… It would be 'carate'. Hehe.
He activated one of his steel magnets, grabbed the yellow Pacer, and chucked him against the wall. He then shot something near the elevator the yellow Pacer was now on causing it to turn on and crush the Pacer, possibly killing him. Or just knock him out—I don't know.
He dodged the other car, causing him to flip over under the elevator. Finn probably killed him, too.
I redirected my attention to fireworks in the sky. Aw, man! Does that mean the race is over? Who won!? What did I miss?!
"That was cool! Hey, can I get your autograph?" The American agent asked Finn. When he wasn't looking, Finn drove away, deployed his grappling hooks, and got onto a roof. Once on top of that roof, he shot his grappling hooks onto another roof like he was freaking Spiderman. My stomach dropped majorly…
I convinced Holley to put the winner's interview thingy on her screen thing so I could watch it, and see who won. My spirits fell when I saw that it was Francesco who won. McQueen was second.
"Dang it!" I exclaimed, watching the screen. Francesco continued to gloat.
"You start the race, wait for Lightning McQueen to choke, pass him, then win. And Francesco always-a wins. It's-a boring."
McQueen rolled his eyes, then noticed something off to the side. He looked to see if anyone was looking, and drove off the stage. Huh, where's he going?
Annabel continued to watch Holley's screen.
"Annabel, we're back at the hotel, now. Why don't you watch that on the television?"
"Oh… Right." She nodded.
Annabel sat in front of the television, and continued to watch.
"Lightning McQueen loses in the last lap to Francesco Bernoulli in the first race of the World Grand Prix. And three, count 'em, three cars flamed out…"
Holley was doing some work on her projection screen. She looked up. "Yes, Finn?"
I opened my mouth to ask her something but was interrupted by Annabel.
"Finn? I'm really hungry…"
"I sighed. "Is there anything in your bag?"
"Well, I'd assume so, but everything in there got wet when…" she said, unzipping her bag. She gasped. "Hey!"
"What is it?" asked Holley.
"Dear God I forgot about…" She laughed. "Nice."
"What?" I asked.
"Everything in here's in air-tight bags." She explained.
"Any food in there?" Holley asked.
Problem solved. :) Ya know, for now… Review if ya want…