Finn's headlights flashed on, illuminating the foreboding looking expanse in front of him. The row of pit-stops lay before him, shadowy with all their equipment not in use and parts laying here and there. Finn drew up to the first pit stop and glanced inside, turning on the camera hidden in his right headlight. He gazed at the screen on his corresponding side-view mirror, then reversed back out to check the next few pit stops for anything unusual. He took his time in Francesco's designated stop, pulling in further and inspecting everything. He drove up to the gasoline tank located in the front corner, allowing his camera to scan over it and get a read on what was inside. To his dismay, it all appeared to be normal.

Frustration nabbed his engine and he backed up a bit, looking down at the ground in deep thought. "Strange," he muttered, glancing up one more time to scan the entire pitstop. "What am I missing?"

The agent reversed out of the pitstop and glanced down the racetrack that was to his left. It stretched for miles, turning a sharp corner and disappearing behind a dark figured building. Finn squinted, beginning to slowly drive down the rest of the pit stops to follow the track. Perhaps there'd be useful information along the way.

It took Finn quite a while to round the entire track as he looked for anything that could help. He glanced up as he neared the finish line, his expression shifting to that of further disappointment. He quickly rolled up to where the crash had taken place, noting how bits and pieces could be seen of Francesco's body, though small. He allowed his camera to look around, trying to get it to detect anything from the oil spilled here and there. Gritting his teeth and letting out a hiss of frustration as it all appeared normal, Finn drew his camera back into his headlight and backed up a little. "There has to be something here..." He muttered, glancing up at the building beside the finish line. He blinked then quickly headed out of the racetrack to go look inside the building. There could have been something on one of the floors.

Finn drew up to the front doors, proceeding to nudge them. They didn't open. Realizing they were locked, the agent cursed under his breath and resorted to his own methods of getting inside. He fired the glass cutter from his side view mirror at the door, watching it slowly do its work. He was granted access as the machine tapped the glass and it fell, and he wasted no time in quietly speeding inside to the first floor.

Each floor showed no signs of anything Finn found important as he searched through them. He was nearing the top floors and his patience was growing thin. On the second to top floor, Finn headed in, his gaze pricking as he noticed something to the far side. He quickly headed over to it, inspecting it with his camera. It appeared to be a chip of some sorts, which may have contained some data. It was compact and green, with little golden and silver wires running through it. A small grabbing arm protruded from Finn's right turn signal and it picked up, allowing Finn to gaze it over. He'd have to run diagnostics on this with Holley when he got back.

Glancing out the window as he retracted the chip into his turn signal, the light blue car looked over the racetrack. The finish line was in clear, and the space where the crash took place was also in sight. Where he now was would be a perfect place to construct the accident without no one seeing. "Interesting…"

Finn drove back to the front doors of the hotel, starting his return to his room on the third floor. Before he got there, he stopped at Holley's door and knocked gently. It was early enough to where everyone would be getting up soon to head to the airport to travel to Japan on Siddeley. Luckily, Finn would be able to check the chip there.

Holley opened the door a few moments after Finn knocked, still looking a little half asleep. Her eyes lost their tiredness however as she realized it was Finn. "Finn-you're back, did you find anything..?" She whispered. She paused as she noticed the tired essence in his eyes, but before she could inquire anything, Finn responded.

"Yes, I looked around the track for a while but didn't find anything of use. However, I checked in a nearby building and on just about the top floor, I found this." The small grabbing tool showed from his turn signal again, revealing the data chip. "This might be something useful. I also noticed while I was up there that there was a clear view of the finish line, where Francesco crashed. It would have been the perfect vantage point."

Holley drew in this information for a few seconds. "So there is something definitely going on, should we tell the others?"

"I'm not sure yet, I don't think we should yet, just in case this find is inconclusive." Finn responded.

"Right." Holley watched as Finn nodded and drew back a bit, the metallic arm and chip going back into its place in his turn signal.

"I'll be heading back to my room. I'll be out once everyone else is ready."

As if irony struck, Finn's gaze flicked up as he heard Mater's familiar and excited voice, surely waking everyone else from their slumber. Well...Finn could sleep on the way to Japan.

It only took everyone about a half an hour to get ready. Fillmore and Sarge had already headed down to get breakfast, while Luigi and Guido were beginning to put everyone's things near the front door of the hotel, keeping watch over them so nothing was taken. Sally, Mater, and McQueen were still upstairs when Finn came out of his room, shaking the tiredness he felt and waiting for Holley. Once everyone was ready and had eaten if they chose so, they got on the train to head to the airport. Siddeley was there on time, waiting for everyone to board once they had been checked in the terminal.

Finn and Holley were the first ones to head up the ramp, gazing over the inside of the carrier to ensure that there wasn't any dangerous equipment lying around. Once checking and deciding everything was alright, they reversed and turned around to watch everyone else drive aboard.

Mater, who was quite optimistic, got the benefit of explaining to Lightning all the secret gadgets they had within Siddeley and how the computer spoke as if it had its own mind. "Well, she technically does, and she can even generate a whole different room if ya wanted her too!" the tow truck exclaimed. Lightning nodded with interest as they pulled up into the plane and gazed around, the others following in suite. The door closed and Siddeley began his travel down the landing strip to take off. Once in the air, everyone settled and began conversing or sightseeing.

Finn neared towards the front of the plane and headed through a door where another room was concealed. He turned on the computer there, gazing at the screen for a moment before inserting the chip. Holley had followed him, watching a newer screen pop up with a few pictures. "So the chip was holding pictures..." Finn commented, clicking on the first. It appeared to be a blurry picture of Francesco near the finish line, with McQueen not far behind. The Italian racer's face was that of fear.

"This must have been right before the crash..!" Holley put in.

Finn swiped to the next picture, of which was a scan of a document. The text of the document was a bit blurry, but still readable.

'Flamington

Delaware, Littletown

Date Printed: February 9th

Note: Send recruits to designated destinations. Silver will handle targets within every race. Report to final race when notified.'

The rest of the document seemed to be written in another language...

"This is what we needed all along. Seems like someone wrote this letter and sent it to a lot more than just a few cars. They mentioned the races. And targets...in this case, that must've been Francesco. But there was more than one referred to," Finn murmured after a moment.

Holley inspected the document again, her eyes narrowing a little. "'Silver'? Who's Silver?" She questioned, and Finn's gaze turned to the name as well.

"Must be the one who set up Francesco's crash, since it says 'every race'. Him and all the other recruits seem to be meeting up in London for the final race." Finn responded, and both were silent in thought. "This means we have to keep high watch for this Silver. This could be a first or last name, so we can't look him up for an criminal records unfortunately."

"Well, at least he fumbled enough to have us see this chip. What's on the last page?"

Finn swiped so the last picture could be visible. It seemed to be scientific formulas, and different things in English were written at the top. "Gasoline, spark plug's reaction to heat, tire pressure," Finn stated the words that could be read out loud, his expression growing more confused as he finished. "What could these mean?"

Holley was just as confused as he was and she shook her front bumper. "I'm not sure. It could be listing possible contributors for the crashes?" she assumed, and Finn nodded, squinting up at the picture again.

"Probably. If anything went wrong with these parts, a crash would be inevitable," he stated. "Like you said, we must keep extra watch on the next two races. Who knows what they'll be planning next. Thankfully this is enough information for us to analyze."

Finn pulled the chip from its place after they were done looking, keeping it in a box within a drawer. He headed back out to where the others were, settling into a seat and closing his eyes slowly. "Wake me when we get there, Miss Shiftwell."