I don't have much to say this time around. I just hope that you accept this chapter and as people always say, R&R!


Justin drove out of the cafe with one destination in mind.

The Piston Cup Racing Committee's headquarters.

He needed a way to be able to get close to Storm and Ramirez, alone, just him and one of the two racers. And after the visit with McQueen, he knew just the way.

His plan was to roll up in the Committee's HQ, use his badge to get to be able to speak to the chief of the Committee, and say that he needs a Security paintjob for "official business". At least, he hoped it worked. But knowing how the chief was, he knew the chief would yield to any official badge, even a humble attorney's badge. He smirked to himself as he drive through the streets of LA. But that smirk wiped itself off his grille as he realized that in all of the planning he was doing, he forgot the simplest of things.

He forgot to show McQueen his badge.

He internally groaned as the light he was stopped at turn green. He pulled over onto the shoulder of the road to attempt to reorganize his plan. It didn't matter now though. McQueen was refusing to listen to him, so he would have to go extreme to get his attention and belief in the obvious fact (at least, to him) that Storm and Ramirez were falling in love. The smirk finally replanted itself on his grille and after a few moments, he merged back into traffic.

Time to meet the big guy.


Cruz was practicing for the next race, which was next week. She was racing around Willy's Butte and Lightning, who for some reason was simply watching from the sidelines today, yelled out to her to stop for a bit. Cruz obeyed and stopped just past the starting line. Lightning drove down the slope to meet up with her.

"Hey Cruz. Ya feel confident you'll win next week's race?", Lightning asked.

"Yep, Mr. McQueen! I can't wait! Oh and by the way Mr. McQueen...", Cruz trailed off.

"Yes?"

"About that Charger you met up with yesterday in LA. Who was he? What did he want? You don't have to say if the issue's personal."

"No, it wasn't personal. And if you don't know, the guy was named Justin Ace. Kinda odd. And when he asked to talk to me in private, he took me to this fancy looking cafe- as in a cafe for rich cars- and then he comes out and says he's an attorney. He never showed a badge, so I'm kind of having doubts. And you know what the crazy part was?", Lightning rhetorically asked Cruz.

"What?"

"He said that you are, Chrysler I can't believe it, falling in love with Storm."

"WAIT, WHAT?!", Cruz suddenly yelled out. "Do you believe him?", Cruz asked in a more calming way.

"Nah. That's just stup- Sally?"


Sally meanwhile, was driving up to the Butte to call Lightning and Cruz back to let them know that they were going to miss lunch. However, as soon as she got there, she heard her boyfriend and Cruz having a conversation. When she pulled up, she heard a snippet of their conversation.

"-that Charger you met up with yesterday in LA. Who was he? What did he want? You don't have to say if the issue's personal.", Sally heard from Cruz afar.

"No, it wasn't personal. And if you don't know, the guy was named Justin Ace. Kinda odd. And when he asked to talk to me in private, he took me to this fancy looking cafe- as in a cafe for rich cars- and then he comes out and says he's an attorney. He never showed a badge, so I'm kind of having doubts. And you know what the crazy part was?", Sally heard from Lightning. She was straining to hear the conversation due to the distance. And her curiousity was piqued when Lightning mentioned that some shady Charger who claimed to an attorney had to talk to her boyfriend about an issue.

She saw Cruz say something by the way her mouth moved. Lightning then said what would be horrific to Sally.

"He said that you are, Chrysler I can't believe it, falling in love with Storm." Sally's oil ran cold. Storm? The jackass racer? In love with Cruz? Their Cruz?

Sally decided it was time to intervene.


So the word count for this chapter reached about 792, including the author's notes.