Introduction

'The untold story of a scarcely known C.H.R.O.M.E agent—Leland Turbo'

~Cars 2 characters © PIXAR 2011~

"So you're—"the Bentley Continental glanced idly down at the clipboard for a moment—"Agent Leland Turbo?"

"Yes," the Jaguar answered, anxiously scuffing a tire into the carpet. The MI6 agent had been called into his superior's office, only for a navy Bentley to have taken the place of the old AC Ace who served as director. He'd introduced himself as 'Smith'.

The elder car nodded lightly, grey eyes scanning the clipboard for a second more, before snapping up to lock with Leland's own iris orbs, and promptly drove around the young Jaguar. "Follow me," he called in a clipped tone. The younger car turned with raised eyelids, following 'Smith' out of the office and out into the linoleum lined hallway that extended into the lobby of the SIS Building.

"If I may ask," Leland began after a moment, the Bentley having seemingly lost interest in him, instead glancing cautiously around the entrance hall of the MI6. "Why was I called out?" the navy car glanced at him out of the corner of his eye, and the Jaguar quickly added, "Sir."

"You and a few dozen others were picked exclusively for a new form of training—so to speak— the test run for a project we've been working on," Smith answered airily, and Leland bit back an annoyed sigh before speaking again.

"Is this an MI6 project?"

The elder car remained silent for a moment.

"More or less."

More than a little perturbed, the Jaguar fell silent, and they continued driving through the lobby until reaching one of the elevators on the other side of the atrium, the Bentley pushing one of the buttons along the wall. A few seconds passed before the doors slid open with a ding, the two cars driving into the lift.

Another moment of silence passed between them, only filled by the slight trill that signaled the passing of each floor. The number of beeps never seemed to end, and Leland had to wonder how many subterranean levels the building had. And not one for silence, the blood red car spoke slowly. "So….I've been chosen for this because….?"

"You and the other candidates are the best at what they do—whether it be undercover, tech, or field work—you were all taken from your consecutive groups and organizations for this job." The Bentley answered, gaze never leaving the small electronic pad signaling the number of levels passed. Leland didn't have a clear vantage point of it, but it seemed to be somewhere in the sub-level twenties…

"And what job would that be?"

"National security," Smith answered, smirking lightly at the younger car's surprised look. "Not only do we care about the safety of Great Britain, but the US, France, Spain, and anywhere else that is within our sphere of influence and beyond."

The elevator finally reached the correct floor with a final cheerful ding, and the two cars rolled out into a large room, the ceiling reaching several dozen feet above their hoods, filled with cars of all models racing back and forth across the grey tiled floors. It seemed to be a sort of central hub, filled with the sounds of voices, typing, and in the distance, gunshots and metal crunching, with the most high-tech gadgetry Leland had seen in his life lining the walls and some even displayed on the cars themselves.

The Bentley Continental turned towards his gobsmacked companion with a smirk.

"Welcome to C.H.R.O.M.E, Mr. Turbo."

A/N: Alright, so this was the first of several oneshots concerning Leland Turbo…y'know, the car that got turned into a cube, in case anyone forgot. This chapter is based around 1987, so Leland's in his late twenties—27, 28. And the Bentley Continental isn't a new model—it's an R-Type, circa '52, and an insanely beautiful car.

And yes, I know that I alright have around five other stories pending (and I apologize for that) but I just couldn't help it….

Anyways, reviews would be greatly appreciated!

P.S. - I will never forgive Fanfiction for not adding Leland to the character's list

Oh, and the name 'Smith' obviously comes from John Smith, one of the most commonly used anonymity pseudonyms