One Step Too Far: Chapter Three
"Agent Zero"
McQueen finally started to open out to the crew. "I dunno guys, I am more on the decision of "yes" but..." he paused. "Buuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuut?" questioned Guido, impatiently. "Well...it's about..Mater. I don't want him to make a massive spectacle of himself like he did the last time" Lightning confessed. "I thought you forgave him for that?" Sally reasoned. "I did, but, still...y'know, you all know what he's like" McQueen noted. Then, a rise of murmurs could be heard from the rest, some agreeing with him, while others think he deserves a second chance. "Well, if you're that unsure, talk to him about it" Sally suggested. McQueen thought again, if he could get through to Mater and come to an agreement, then there would be nothing stopping him.
"I would, but sometimes there is no getting through to him, I remember when I lo-" Just before McQueen could end the sentence, a huge crash was heard all around the area. It sounded as if a car fell out of the sky. Then, a groaning followed afterwards. In no time flat, everyone rushed outside to see what the interruption was. They turn around, and they had never seen anything like it. An unidentified, unfamiliar sleek black coupe, with a carbon fibre jetpack attached to him that had an impressive wingspan, has crashed, and is now stuck halfway out of the wall of an abandoned flat in the area. Everyone looked up at him, and he kept struggling and crying for help. McQueen immediately ran off to find Mater.
When he found him, Mater was doing his usual hobby of tipping tractors. McQueen called out to him over the fence. Mater didn't hear him. McQueen yelled louder. "MATTTEERRRRRRR!" Mater heard him the second time, then and immediately abandoned the fun he was having to see what was up with Lightning. "Hey McQueen! What'sh cracka-lackin'?" he blurted. "Mater! There's a car stuck in a wall of an apartment within your hook's reach! Only you can help! We need you to pull him out!" Lightning panicked. Mater complied and he zipped off as fast as his rusty old body and worn, frail engine could take him.
When they arrived, Mater swung his tow hook like a lasso, and tossed it up to the mystery car, where it grappled the car under his rear end. The car shrieked when he felt the hook attaching. Mater giggled like a schoolgirl, and then began to pull hard, putting huge strain on the rope. After a few heaves and ho's, the car was eventually yanked out and hauled over safely for examination. They all got a closer look at him, they find out he is a black Renault Laguna Coupe, but that doesn't fully identify him. However, just when they are about to find out about him, a huge roaring of a jet is heard, getting closer and closer. The crew look backwards and fly out of the way, barely getting run over by a large, sleek chromatic silver jet. The private jet lands, everyone safe. The crew, and the mystery car, watched and examine the jet carefully, but Mater is very familiar with him. It was Siddeley.
Siddeley's doors swung open, and a very sleek and stylish, silver-blue Aston Martin DB5, known famously as Sir Finn McMissile, disembarks the luxury jet, along with his accomplice, Holly Shiftwell, a purple feminine Jaguar XJR-15. The Aston immediately brings his attention to the klutzy Laguna. "My word, Agent Vitesse, when will you learn to straighten up and fly right?" Finn scolded. Everyone raised a brow at Finn's mention, but it sounded more like a surname. They kept listening. "If you wish to be an educated spy, you have to stop being so careless all the time!" The Laguna looked at Finn in a rather sorry, pathetic manner. "I know, I am disgrace" the Laguna sorrowed.
"Ooohhh good sir McMissile, let's not be so cold..." Everyone widened their eyes and looked back at Siddeley, but he wasn't the one who said that. The voice sounded more mature and less cockney. Finn rolled his eyes slightly. The crew kept watching, then they saw him, an agent they had NEVER seen before. He was a rich, dark navy colour and so were his eyes. He looked very smart and intelligent, and they identified him as a Vauxhall Insignia. The car slowly descended down the ramp and headed to the sulking Renault, giving him some reassurance. "It's quite alright, ol' boy. Everybody makes mistakes" he assured. Then he looked at Finn. " That's why they put erasers on pencils, heh?" he winked at Finn, who rolled his eyes at the Vauxhall's sense of humour. Finn and Holley then turned their attention towards the crowd, who were staring in surprise at the two new members. "Oh goodness, where are my manners" Finn blushed. "We're terribly sorry about your damages to this building everybody" Holly apologized. Mater suddenly stood out from the crowd. "Well hi!" he replied loudly to them. The spies recognised their old friend, who was once working with them in place of Rod Redline.
"Mater?" Holly questioned. "Huurrr yup! Itsh me!" the tow truck bounced with excitement. "Aaahhh Mater, good to see you again old chap!" Finn expressed. Sally recognised the spies too, as she recalls helping them get rid of the Lemon mob, along with a few other allies. Sally spoke up. "Ohhh! You're those spies who disbanded the Lemons! We know you! Goodness, what are you doing here?" she inquired. "Well, ever since the Lemons were disbanded, we've been having a lot of free time to ourselves. We came here for a visit, then our friend blindly crashed into one of your facilities" Finn explained, then leered at the shamefaced coupe. Sally and McQueen pitied the poor, unfortunate agent. "Well, we don't mean to be rude, good sir, but I think you should be more concerned that your friend is still even alive and not buried under 4 tons of rubble, rather than panic over a hole in a wall that can easily be repaired" Lightning asserted with a blank stare. Finn was very surprised that he was spoken to like that, as this has never happened before. Sally agreed, then she approached and opened out to the black Laguna. "Hi there little guy. What's your name? You have a name? " Sally spoke with a soft, gentle voice. The Laguna held up, then looked at her, then started to confide in her. He had a charming French brogue. "My name...is Antoine. Antoine Xavier Vitesse...but...a lot of friends call me Toni" he nervously stated to the admiring Porsche...