~PIXAR owns Cars-I don't~
Genre: Romance, Adventure, Mystery, Angst
Note: This story has nothing to do with my oneshot 'The Reason Why'
Alfa and Omega
~ Palermo, Sicily 1987- Carcione Household~
A candy apple red Alfa Romeo drove through the wide double doors, held open by butler-forklifts, glancing around in muted awe. The manor itself was enormous, with expensive paintings lining the walls, and even more costly art decorating the entire mansion. Everything shone, from the cream colored walls to the granite floor, but the feeling it gave off was far from majesty.
She was escorted by a bulky black De Tomaso Mangusta on one side and an even more massive burgundy Abarth 1600 on the other. The considerably smaller car raised her hood high upon entering, not willing to be frightened by her 'companions'. The ceiling of the room itself seemed to go on forever, decorated beautifully with a skill that rivaled Michael Axelo's. The area seemed to outshine the entire manor, golden tapestries lining the walls, the very floor glowing with an almost unearthly light. A thick wooden desk was located in the middle of the room, an exquisite rug planted under it. Bullet proof glass filled the long windows behind the desk, covered by wine red curtains, sunlight filtering through the exposed glass.
Seated behind the desk was the owner of the glorious home and head of the Carcione family, Acrisio Denaro Carcione. The cream colored Alfa Romeo Spider glanced up from the papers on his desk, smirking when he laid eyes on the younger car. "Ah, figlia, how are you?"
The two escorts on either side of her dropped back, allowing the young car to roll forward, "Fine, papá," she murmured respectfully, lowering her hood slightly. She didn't dare look her father in the eyes. The older Alfa Romeo moved out of his chair, driving around the desk as he regarded his daughter.
"You're probably wondering why I called you here, correct, Giulia?"
"I am a bit curious, papá."
"Well, I suppose that I must tell you, then." The elder Italian car paused in front of Giulia, looking her over for a moment before driving around her as well. The younger car turned, but didn't follow her father, "You are well aware of the intelligence Britannica, correct?"
"Sí, the MI6."
Acrisio nodded," And as you might also know, those British imbecilli constantly interrupt our…respectable endeavors, and after many years, we have become…eh, 'fed up'."
"The point of all this, father?" Giulia snapped suddenly, on impulse, but immediately flinched when the elder car's intimidating gaze landed on her. Acrisio's eyes narrowed for a moment before he continued.
"So, we have thought of a plan to end these annoying interruptions." The Spider whirled around, scanning over the tapestries and paintings on all the walls, before turning to face his daughter once more, "If we were to send someone in, incognito or 'undercover' as they say, to infiltrate the inglesi in one of their prime bases, posing as one of them, we would receive crucial information on their own endeavors."
"What part do I play in this, papá?" the younger Alfa Romeo inquired cautiously, watching her father as he drove back over to his desk, where he had a series of miniature flags—from his country and several others. He picked up the British flag, looking it over in his tires before answering.
"You will be the one to infiltrate the British Spy Academy, mia figlia," Acrisio murmured," You will be the one to bring down the inglesi. From the inside."
Acrisio snapped the flag in half.
Figlia- Daughter
Padre- father
Intelligence Britannica-British Intelligence
Imbecilli- imbeciles
Incognito-undercover
Inglesi- the British
Mia figlia- my daughter
Sí- yes
This story will be a bit...different from my other ones, if you've read them. Giulia is an actual character, or was going to be, if they hadn't taken her out of the movie. She can be seen in the Cars 2 Art Book, although this entire story isn't even mine. Funkywatermelon and her sister came up with it and pretty much own this entire plot.
I only own Acrisio, (well sorta...I own his name... and his last name) this plot belongs solely to Funkywatermelon, and if you would like to use any of its characters (that aren't mine or PIXAR's) you will have to ask her.
Now, if you've read this story, please review. Flames aren't wanted, or tolerated.
