Announcement: There is a OC pairing..(readers hurried to leave) wait if there is some old readers of mine read my first fic they know I will not went full extensions of the pairing. Unless it's intended (Sally and Lighting) to. Plus I'm no good writing flirting scenes.
Disclamier: I don't own Cars or Cars 2. Pixar has all the rights.
Warning: some swearing. Not human swears though.
Chapter 7: expect the unexpected
It was one of those cloudy and cold mornings in London. They shivered as huge drops of rain pelted onto their fender.
"Ford I think those white cars in the lab are right. Maybe there is global warming." Mercifully the clinic wasn't far where they were heading. As they reached at the Clinic's front doors, the first sensation they felt was a huge current of warm wind. The air has the 'hospital' smell to it. They went straight to the front desk, a white female forklift that was sporting a white hat and apron.
"Hello how can I help you?" she asked as Alex and Finn approached the front desk.
"Scotland Yard McMahon and Sechalcuh, Traffic. We here to see Federico Agnelli." The forklift lifts up a huge binder to the table and starts turning the page to the letter 'A'.
"Agnelli, Federico is in room 379. He was just recently moved to ICU wing."
"Thank you." The green Morris Minor started his engine and went slightly ahead of the Triumph Spitfire. The forklift's glaze followed them until they reached a cross-section between a lift or a spiraling ramp.
"Let's take the stairs, who knows what Manufacture forsaken car is dying to use it." At that point two white heavy duty cars respectfully pushing or pulling a stretcher came out from the ER, their sirens blaring effectively warning groups of cars to move out of the way, many small hatchbacks and forklifts flanked both sides of a stretcher. On the stretcher was patient a navy blue car, with oil pouring from his side.
"Scuse us coming though!" Finn felt himself being pushed against on those white hospital walls, nearly causing a paint chip on his right fender. As the commotion passed cars around them became aware of their presence. They were talking in hushed whispers and Finn who didn't need to listen hard on what the subject of their talk is. Many the cars kept a distance between them and the wall; sometimes he would catch multiples of eyes staring at his direction.
"Hey it's that police car on the papers."
"Yeah I heard he was a stunt car for Scotland Yard. You know give the police a much better look than they are."
"No, no that isn't right I heard he was a war hero."
"Well, from what I heard he is quite annoyed by you chaps constantly talking about him." said Alex barging into the conversation for his partner's sake. Poor chap being single out because of one single shooting. Why did the DA gone huge lengths of publishing such a miniature case. From a patrol officer no less! Seriously do these cars have no shame? The car in question kept his eyes averted from the other cars who were female nurses gossiping lightly at the nearby café.
At last they arrived at the ICU wing where cars here are kept in constant care and supervision. Many white uniformed forklifts and cars drove silently around the wing. Very frequently the weeping sound of battery monitor. The atmosphere was tense and silent throughout the drive to room 379, Finn checked the name plate on the wall before entering the room.
A slightly beaten Fiat 125 came into view as they drove noiselessly towards the Fiat. His fenders almost smooth, there was a pan underneath to catch any leaked oil. A white BMW spotted them and beckons them to his direction.
"How can I help you detectives? My patient is being sedated for a while. And he would not be awake until 11am."
"We're here to ask questions regarding to Mr Agnelli's incident." The doctor's framed knitted then quickly scanned the clipboard.
"Ah now I see these injuries were not accidental but intentional." Now it was Finn's turn to look puzzled.
"Not accidental? What did you mean?" promoted Finn as his partner stole a glance at the unmoving frame of the witness.
"Well you see he regained conscience after treating his injuries. He stared at us and said frantically it was an accident. Then he fainted due to low fluids. By the looks of his injuries it's looks more complex than a simple collision to a telephone pole."
"Had he got any visitors? Family or friends?" The beamer's eyes shifted slightly before staring into Finn's.
"I'm afraid it's confidential." Finn stole a side glance as his partner drove right up at the doctor. The Minor's front bumper was only a few inches from the BMW's. He certainly did not need some doctor to test his patience.
"Do you want the Scotland Yard to be interested in you? I can tell the higher-ups that you passed nitro gas though here." The doctor looked anything but scandalized.
"Now, now we are all gentlecars. There is no need to talk in that vulgar tone." The Minor however grinned stoically.
"Well then let's hear it."
Another sighed escapes the German car. "There was one gentlecar he can in a few ten hours ago. Then he parked next to Mr Agnelli and left."
"What about the make and model. That will be extremely helpful." Again the beamer refused to make direct eye contact.
"It..was too dark to tell." That really riled up the senior detective.
"Tractor dollops! I doubt a health profession like yourself, would had known better to talk care of your eyes. Unless …" An evil grin spreaded on the Minor's grill. "You were doing something that the public did not like to see..."
"Alright fine I got the message. It was a Lamborghini Isleroa fine golde-yellow colour. I couldn't catch a name."
"Anything else?" pressed the other detective.
"She's a female that's for sure. Boyfriend, girlfriend relationship?" Finn consults his notebook, might as well come back later.
"Fine we will come by another day. Please call us at the station if he gets any better." Both Finn and Alex came out the AMG clinic. Alex was the first to burst out the hospital's doors; he was positively fuming each meter of the way. Many cars avoid being anywhere near the detective, maybe because there was an aura of hostile surrounding the car, "So Finn what do you think?" his partner asked silently grounding his teeth in frustration. After what seem to be a near three hours statement with the beamer they headed for lunch.
"There is something odd about his statement. Almost he didn't want us to investigate this any further." said Finn repeating the interrogation over and over again. Alex agreed though still his attention was unreachable. The Spitfire sighed there's got to be a way to open this victim up. The duo drove until they reached Vantage café. Many cars there are slipping flavoured and sometimes a grease-burger. Alex's bad mood did improve, that is after he quick scan at the lunch line; a smile crossed his grill indicating he saw something worth seeing.
"So Finn are you impenetrable? I mean you got to have someone you like." Finn copies his partner's movements and sure enough a couple British sports cars are lined up.
"Why the sudden change of topic?" he asked with amusement in his voice. The hatchback shrugged his suspensions.
"C'mom Finn, I hope you are not blind and dead inside, are you?...Wait, scratch that second part."
"I don't know… E-types, I guess." Suddenly Morris Minor exclaimed:
"Hallelujah! A dead piece of metal is a car after all. Now we're getting somewhere. Yep I'm with on the E-types too. Porsches are fine too. And there is nothing wrong with fiery red Ferrari. But I draw the line with Austin- Healeys though…But maybe I might have to lift that block soon in interest of maintaining a free trade.
Finn chuckled. "A car with high principles."
"Hey my principles is only high as the last glass of dear old mum used to say that to my old man. Goes to show genes does pass along." He turned his front bumper to the end of the lunch line. "Hey Serena, over here!" A blue BMW 507 turns to see who had called her. A frown appeared on her grill, indicating she was not at all pleased to see Alex. The yellow coupe allows his blue eyes to wander. At first he caught sight of two ladies chatting animatedly at a table closest to the windows. Then he heard two engines approaching to see 'Susan' reluctantly to park at their table and another car parked beside her grumpy friend.
"Alex Sec- actually I'm not going to bother to say your surname. I knew that nauseating voice from anywhere." The Morris merely flashed a charming smile.
"Serena, I knew that blue paint job any day now. And are you gonna introduce your friend for us?" he asked seeing another pretty car parked next to her. The other car has lights and the front grill of a Jaguar E-type. Her built reminds Finn of an Aston Martin DB4 GT Zagato. An perfect blend of both style and speed. Her paint colour is a solid silver-blue that matched her azure blue eyes. Finn shakes his bonnet. What in Manufacture's name is he thinking about those things? Of all cars it was directed at a strange car. White walls adored her tires, as sign of elegance. A strange car with style. His mind corrected himself, as his eyes were uncharacteristically unfocused. He took a slip from organic oil successfully distracted himself from the stranger. A very fine looking plane* if he has seen one. He nearly choked at the thought plane. This can't be coming out from his mind..can it?
"No way how about introducing this poor chap who has to work with you." Alex had a mocked hurt expression on his grill.
"What you are saying is-" Then Finn interrupts his partner's rant.
"-Finn McMahon, a pleasure to meet you Ms Schmitz." The blue feminine coupe extends her tire to shake with Finn's.
"The pleasure is all mine and please call me Serena."
"That is if you insist." said Finn as Alex raised a tire for a waiter to come. The BMW lets out a hearty laugh.
"I see that Finn is a hundred times the gentlecar you will ever be."
"Humph! And here I thought I was talking to a lady." The other lady friend avoided most of the conversation
"Excuse me," Finn interrupted (again) a very heated conversation. "This lady hadn't introduced herself yet."
The car in question looked away from Finn's direction; she looked like she wanted nothing but to disappear in thin air. "Victoria Windsor, forensic." she replied in a soft voice. Finn extends his tire to 'Victoria'.
"I'm flattered to meet someone like you Victoria." A cold hard glare is all he earned, even Alex whinced at the sight of it. However Serena merely grinned.
"It's perfectly normal she is always like that, especially meeting a stranger or a car like you Finn." The Spitfire smiled nervously at the Jaguar/Aston Martin. Thankfully he hid his blush as a forklift arrived to take their orders. Alex's frames shifted to Finn and Victoria. He smiled coyly as his drink arrived. That is just a spark waiting to happen.
Present: Fall of 2011
Location: Zagato's hall, London, England
Time: 1:09pm
It is a whole new record for C.H.O.R.O.M. nearly three weeks since the world needed saving. Some of the agents in particular the senior ones have consider this is a rare vacation. The Aston Martin is one of them. Being on standby is not delightful, he is one of the cars needed some thrill in life. Then again, maybe it's the old age is talking. He had said before 'slow down and enjoy life' is a good concept itself, but there is also a limit to that. Going too slow can dim an agent's reaction to things, but going too fast makes them into paranoid mess.
"Anything to drink sir?"
"A Vesper martini, shaken not stirred please." he said not looking at the bartender. The seasonal spy stared into space it have been such a bad year. First a certain red Lotus Elite isn't here to spend time with, some agents of his age had already retired or lost contact; or 'killed in action'.
The silver-blue car sinks into a much deeper depression, if he looked at the statistics the cold war has more agents killed since the last intelligence war. Two casualties are considered luck for the higher-uppers, but it was a blow nevertheless.
It has been three whole weeks without any assignment or distractions in any manner. Just then if things could not go any worse a bar fight started at the back room. Perfect this is what I need. He known the cars here are many SUVs which had traveled from the wilderness and the countryside. The bartender returns back with his drink before sighing deeply.
The bartender a feminine a British green Jaguar XK8 mutters: "Cars these days. Don't cars these ever learn parking manners, like not playing with you oil or something?" Her eyes caught sight of her customer staring at his drink but not drinking it. "Hey you got something in your mind?" The car didn't answer, but slowly slipped his drink obviously very deep in thought. The silence is most certainly grinding the last patients of the Jaguar. In her values if a customer remains silent then it's the bartender's job to cheer up the costumers. Again she tried again but with a bit vaguer question. "Say I didn't see you around here, are you new?"
"Not really. I just happen to stop by." said Finn still staring in his glass. Silence fell between them. The Jag isn't giving that up easily.
"Well how about tell me, what's your name? I'm Jenifer Lawson." She said as the Jag extends a tire to Finn over the table which the Aston took it.
There was a pause as Finn has an internal battle. One is the most sensible named Finn and the other smooth named McMissile. In the end his smooth self won it has always him.
"McMissile, Finn McMissile." The Jaguar smiled bashfully.
"I thought as much." At these words Finn's tank lurch, don't tell him she thinks he's a spy.
"Ever since that drink you ordered a Vesper. I knew you were a Bond fan." Relief swept though him like a nice glass of coolant on a hot summer's day. "And you looked the part too." The Aston conceals his discomfort. Those lab cars sure had a field day… He stopped himself as the Jaguar stared at him closely; this gave him an opportunity to scan the bartender. Those eyes…they can't be.
a/n: Whoa there I have been giving away way too much. Ah well, anyway a few homage mentions in the story so far: 'Nozaki' name comes from Satoru Nozaki the designer of the Toyota 2000GT. 'Doctor Josef-Popp' in chapter 3 is actually middle-last name to BMW's founder Franz Josef Popp. The surname 'Agnelli' is Giovanni Agnelli the founder of Fiat. Leland's canon surname 'Romeo' divert from Alfa Romeo. 'Doc Masuda' is the altered name of Matsuda and you guess it founder of Mazda. 'Lawson' is the surname of Geoff Lawson is best known Design director for Jags. He designed Jaguar XK8.
'RR phantom hospital' = Rolls Royce Phantom :P
'AMG Clinic' is the Mercedes–Benz's top-of-the-line trim for all Mercedes cars.
'McLaren repairs' name diverts from McLaren Group a formula one racing team.
And I do not have any life researching all of this… and yes I do like writing fictional accounts with a history aspect to it. Blame on the realism in me. ^ ^;…oh yeah and the petrol head.
p.s: Please read and review. I do promise to have a bit more action next.
p.s.s: Again I forgot to add chapter 6 is unbeta read and this is the same as this one.
p.s.s.s: Shout out to Mighty Ant and Funkywatermelon (if they even reads this) I didn't copy your idea at all even there is a similarly to OC. The plot is my original idea ever since I watched Cars 2. Though I loved your stories..I forgot to review them *sigh.
p.s.s.s.s: If you ever played video games some quotes were inspired by L.A noire. I don't own them either.
