Disclamer: Sorry don't own this great world of Cars
Chapter 3: Promotion
The shooting incidence down at Ashley Place became just another case file close. It has been three days later since the shooting and so far there is hardly any life threatening situation. Seeing Smith can hardly go a few miles without driving a straight line he agreed on Finn's lunch invite.
"Sorry about that McMahon. I think I need to get that oil filer replace."
"Well here it is to that." said Finn raising a can of oil.
Smith snigger and raise his can too. "To the Queen." The other cars who also parked outside having a can of oil also raise their cans.
"To the Queen." Smith glared at the other cars. "Really what a bunch of sheep. It's sad really that this country counts on people who had done great things in the past. Everything that is done every decision is made by our 'beloved' Prime Minister and his house of Lords."At that moment both officers heard the unmistakable sound of a heavy duty Range Rover.
"What do you want Captain? Is it another stake of paper work waiting for us in the station?" The Range rover on the other hand parks at their table and waved for a waitress.
"Some unleaded oil please. After the waitress left to complete his order he then faces his frame to Smith. Look I know we got on the wrong foot years ago but orders are orders. I can't be expecting to disobey them." He wheel his way to the new rookie. "Say McMahon the word at the streets you help anyone who need it. Keep it up maybe the DA will promote you." Smith starts his engine and gestured Finn to do the same.
"Ah no Edward you are not going to do that same trick again without getting caught. Come on Finn." The Captian starts his engine after playing a few shrilling on the table.
"Come on McMahon don't tell me you enjoyed helping old ladies cross the street." If it wasn't for John's sudden revelations regarding about their captain he would have taken the bait.
"No it's perfectly fine. Besides he added with a serious tone. Besides there is more paper work to be done."
"Ah come on McMahon we just have our break." complained Smith completely ignoring the fact the captain is here. Raising an eye frame Finn zipped off with Smith at his heels.
"How about a little race?" asked Smith as they were out of earshot from the captain.
"Why?" The Triumph grinned widely.
"Because…Last one there is a stinky lorry!" With that Smith turned right who knew London better than him. The younger pale yellow sport car accepted the challenge and begins to follow the other Triumph. Little did he know someone there is watching them in the shadows.
Different place:
"What? What do you mean…Yes I know but I tried…what demote him? He is already in the lowest ranks…Yes..but how can..Yes I understand the circumstances…alright..Send a couple down here…Fair enough it can get motivated and provide him an excuse to accept the promotion. Yes..I'll make sure of that…Goodbye."
The car drops the line and faces his grand window. The car draped in black reaches is drawer for a cigar. He lights with his tire he smoke on it for a few seconds giving stimulants time to enter his intake system.
"What is that boss thinking? Convicting that car to join for our cause is like asking baby car to write at the age of two."He snaps out of his stupor and focused on the task at hand: practicing his act for the reporters during the promotion and press conference. On the other side of the continent one plotting cat plays chess with himself. After having that telephone conversation he moves his chess pieces strategically. In the end it was between couples of his pawns on the discarded pile. On the other hand the white pieces also suffer the same loss. His goal is the white king the tire grabs the piece and begins to turn it over with his trends.
"Finn McMahon you are the crucial player in this war either join us or else… this will happens to everyone you know." A slim wheel moves his black pawns and takes out one of the white's rook.
Not so far from the bank of England Fynn Shatterglass wearing disguise as normal civilian spoke into his headset once more."So did the boys start talking yet? Fynn asked glazing and admiring at Big Bentley.
"Not yet but they are quiet for some time. Stay frosty agent." The spy agent chuckled.
"Only for you..Say any news from the scouting department. Our specs are running low on spies, are you sure that the academy didn't pick anyone up and didn't inform me?" Some more sounds of scrolling can be hear though the headset.
"That's a negative agent, but I'm detecting two cars in high speed. Hmm..it seems like a harmless race…Wait a moment. She zoomed in the map and saw three cars heading the same direction. There are three ghosts going straight towards London Bridge. And it looks like it's going after an officer."
"I need more a bit Intel then that. Do you have any ideas what these cars are capable of?" More of those annoying typing sounds can be heard.
"Wait one of them passed the second car and a street camera. Hold on….Holy Benz these guys are going at least 80 mph/h and they are just Austin Maxis!" A white car race off towards the commotion overtaking each car in his way.
"I'm on to it somehow alert the car ahead of them. It has to be the Mafia."
"Got it." She muted her microphone then starts running diagnoses on the radio hoping to get a signal. After a moment or so her monitor gave her the channel to punch in and the officer's radio code. The technical supporter added another microphone this time a voice changer.
"Adam-14 do you read me?"
"This is Adam-14 reading you loud and clear Ms Robertson. What's the situation going on in Scotland Yard? " The technician hesitated to answer the channel she has is a rookie's. Well like they all say 'beggars can't be choosers.' She regains some of her professionalism from being a radio operator. How should she tell him? A robbery? His partner is in danger or just a straight up lie?
"Adam-14..code.." Three Austin Maxis came out nowhere and overtakes him never stopping at the intersection.
"Oi! Watch it kid! The sudden disturbance got the rookie officer chasing down his first car chase.
"Hold on Ms Robertson I have three cars to catch." activating his sirens as he said it. The spy technician tried to regain contact with Adam-14 but failed. Something is jamming her signal of any alternative way of communicating. The silver-grey E-Type Jaguar watched hopelessly as 'Adam-14' took off where the cars are heading.
"Guys we got a tailgater behind us…" His buddy however snorted.
"Aw come on Fred we got those sweet stuff from the boss himself. If he did give us any trouble…" cocking his gun as he said it. We can finish him off." The third car cocky added.
"I even bet he can't get to us at the station." The officer behind them watched in vain as those three cars speeded off. Maybe thinking of justice will be taking a raincheck. The gap between them lengthens as the little Triumph Spitfire willed his engine to go faster. He revved his 4-cylinder engine to keep up with three cars who are 'strangely' faster than him. That's impossible! How can this be!
"There's got to be a way around all of this traffic." muttered the rookie officer as he passed workers constructing a new building. Eyeing the ramp warily then glance at the direction where the three cars are heading. After this is all over I would absolutely need new suspension, stocks, bearings, springs and a nice trip to the hospital.
The busy streets of London kept Fynn on the edge. Downtown could be unpredictable to cars backing out of parking spaces, random crossings of children and worse off outdoor cafés.
"Blast this!" he swears angrily as he slams on the brakes once again. Again he makes another detour and so far no answer from his technical support. Abruptly he weaved in and out of cars never leaving his eyes off the three cars.
"Move out of the way! he shouted. Then out of the blue the sun was blocked by a huge object. A kid car looks up and exclaims: Look mom! A flying car!" Up in the air Finn fought his eyes as they were threaten to close in freight. Come on McMahon it was your idea. The car braced for the impact as his tires hits the welcoming road the front suspension shudders it made its first contact with the ground. Sparks flew as his aluminum body was forced down low on the ground. The slightly injured sports car groan as pain shot up from his suspensions. He tried drive off like it was nothing but he couldn't. The Triumph winced it seems not only his suspension are shot.
Ahead of all the traffic another Triumph kept increasing the gab oblivious of what's going on behind him. Ha so much of a race. These youngsters sure need some extra juice. He slows down but just fast enough to keep the gap between him and McMahon. He was only a few blocks away from Scotland Yard he glanced at the main streets which was flooded with cars. Maybe a few short cuts. He made his way zipping though alleyways and occasionally hitting dead ends. Hey that wasn't there a few weeks ago.
":Well..well..well what do we have here Fred?"
"I donno but it seems like we got ourselves a rook." said the other Austin Maxis cocking a gun and aiming it straight at Smith's hood.
"What do you guys want?" Fred was about to shoot until another shot rang out.
"Hold it right there Hammond and Gearson." A white Toyota 2000GT came out of the shadows welding dual pistols and aiming at it straight at the two Austin Maxis. "Where's your third friend?" Hammond grinned.
"You find out soon enough." Then a quite ide of an engine alerted Smith squinted faintly a dim outline of a car.
"Nozaki? Is that you?" Fynn's eyes flicker to see Smith.
"Oh hi John nice to see you tied up in this mess." he replied sarcasm dripping on his tone. A silent shot was all Smith heard before dropping dead on the ground. Three more shots came and both hits the two reminding Austin Maxis and Nozaki slumped on to one side leaking oil.
Somewhere high above them on Austin Maxis rendezvous with his fellow sniper. "So Black why are we here? Shouldn't we-"
"- Look here kid I know you just join our organization, but you must understand- The black Mercedes pulls out a .50 caliber Alaskan from his glove box and aimed it straight at the smaller car's hood. "- sacrifices are necessary.."
The bullet travels in high velocity penetrating though the aluminum hood straight to his weak engine." The small hatchback falls to one side, oil leaked the underside of the ruined oil system. Black grabs something heavy from behind and pushes a jack from his trunk retrieves both bullet and casting from the car. The only thing left on the scene is a dead car killed in a single shot the expression of the victim is his eyes. The same look of terror as Austin Cambridge shooting.
a/n: should I stop? Of course not!
The rookie officer woke up with the sounds of hushed voices and soft weeping of heart monitors. A pair of blue eyes squinted in the darkness his vision improved tubes stuck out here and there from his body panels. He cringed as sharp pain travels from his suspension to his chassis. Not only his suspensions are shot but nothing is complete with a hood ache.
"Ngngh..Where am I?" The green wall weaved in and out then a white BMW materialized from the green wall which is actually curtains.
"Hello Mr McMahaon I'm Doctor Josef-Popp and currently you are at RR Phantom hospital." He parks next to his patient and wheels his clipboard to him. "How are you feeling ?" The yellow car turns one of tires and biting the inside of his cheek as pain flared up again.
"Uhm..I'm feeling kind of stiff, a major hood ache, a bit tired and sharp pains at the front suspensions."
The doctor nodded joiting few notes. "Yes that's normal. Anything else?" The little sports car shook his head a little every now and then he would see stars. The German car straighten up on his rear axle and adjust the I.V attached to Finn's underside.
"Let's talk about the damages shall we?"
"Damages? Oh you mean.." The beamer scans his list of observation and parts needed.
"Overall you are in a pretty bad shape we have to stabilized your rear axle Your suspension will need to be replaced…shock absorbers are well..shot…you bended your front control arms around 50 degrees and last but not least your steering linkage requires surgery." He looks up from his clipboard and stares sternly at the spitfire.
"What in the name of bloody Ford were you thinking?" The younger car smiled sheepishly.
"So Dr Josef-Popp when could my surgery can be schedule?" The doctor consults his notebook flipping a few pages then patting one tire one page.
"How about June 6th? That's the earliest date I can book."
"Thanks doctor." The white BMW shakes his hood before exiting. A nurse came though pushing a little table of medication. He said thanks as the nurse gave him a straw with oil-medicated canister. The nurse a rather open-minded car lets him tune in the radio since she had taken a fancy to the younger car.
"We are here live on scene to report a tragedy. Patrol Officer John Smith long standing officer in Scotland Yard was found dead on a dark alley by London city clinics. Also three more deaths all of them are Austin Maxis and there is another oil spill. Reports say this was made by a car that is heavy injured there are no witnesses to say who or why did this murder commit this heinous crime. Forensics had tested the oils of the three Austin Maxis and they found odd concentration of nitrous oxide in there fuel system. Captain Edward Rover will be in charge of this investigation with his own team of detectives… Now let's please take a moment of silence for Officer John Smith.." Finn couldn't believed his ears..Smith is dead cause by three cars of Austin Maxis. Wait a moment three… The green curtains were parted again and this time a black Range Rover.
"Say kid it's about time you woken up. You know the DA wanted to promote you and so here I am." Can't be a coincidence..wouldn't?
a/n: Sorry guys I do have a habit of killing a character off in my stories, but don't worry I give you a warning if a main character does get killed. Also let's be honest here I'm not very good at English especially ones with British accents. Oh and please tell me if it is a bit rough. Many thanks to Sparkie the Tiger and a new reviewer ExtremePenguin!
Thank's for reading!
P.S don't forget to R&R fanfic writers eat those as candy!
