Finn's systems were barely holding on as they pulled into the airport, his monitors beeping with multiple malfunctions to his equipment and his check engine light blinking boldly at him. He turned to Sheriff and McQueen.

"Wait here, I'm placing a call in to the US agency. We are going to need back up."

Sheriff eyed him hard, the Aston Martins body was sagging, he could see the reflection of the blinking lights off his hood.

"And you will be sitting the final fight out, why Doc let you into it I don't understand but you are too weak, to put it bluntly, to go on. Me and McQueen will head back to town, you call in the Calvary and then get medical attention."

McMissile opened his mouth to retort when Sheriff inched forward his eyes furrow into a look that warned the British spy to not retort. Finn sighed, annoyed at his current condition as Sheriff led McQueen toward a ticket station. Finn watched them go toward their terminal as he spoke with the American agency. They had agreed to send in agents to the warehouse and to Radiator Springs. Finn had agreed to wait for the agents at the airport, he glanced toward Sheriff what the old cop didn't know wouldn't hurt him.

Sherriff and McQueen waited in the terminal for the plane to be ready. Sheriffs eyes consistently glanced back and forth amongst the crowd. Just because they were in a crowded area didn't mean they couldn't be attack. He had noticed Finn drive off, if you could call it driving. Sheriff shook his hood. The Aston Martin was stubborn, persistent. He turned his attention to McQueen who was relaxing by the window. The racecar finally seemed to untensing from their previous encounter. Sheriff drove up along side of him.

"You doing okay son?"

McQueen blinked, he had been replaying the scene over and over in his mind. He still couldn't believe what he had seen with his own eyes.

"Fine."

McQueen cringed his voice had come out dryer then he had intended. He stared out the large window as planes from all over flew in for a landing and took off. He had been in Radiator Springs for a little over 5 years now and not once had he even seen Sheriff use a gun, he didn't even know he had one.

Sheriff looked McQueen up and down, he knew what was bothering him.

"I don't advertise it, its not wise. It just causes trouble. I haven't had a reason to use them in decades, being in Radiator Springs doesn't have much call for gun play."

McQueen glanced over at him,

"So…were you shooting at me that night?'

Sheriff smirked,

"No son, I was…uh…well."

He looked around, leaning in a little closer.

"When you arrived that night that the fastest, I had driven in a long long time, my engine couldn't take it, it caused me to backfire."

McQueen chuckled slightly,

"So that's what I caught Doc testing you for that day I barged into his clinic."

Sheriff nodded his hood, making lite of the situation seemed to be working.

"You got it."

McQueen chuckled as their plane was announced that boarding was beginning. McQueen and Sheriff drove up on. Sheriff glanced in his mirror; they should be safe now.

Doc watched the cars hustle about; they had just received word that the three captives had escaped. Doc wore a smirk on his face. The cars moved about quickly as the rumor of government agents reached them.

"Don't smile yet, this ain't over."

Doc looked over,

"Sheriff trusted you."

The car smirked with a scoff.

"That's the funny thing about trust, it can be misplaced."

"It's set."

Gauge drove over, an evil smile plastered on his face.

"Perfect, get the rest of them over here."

Doc watched as the lemons raced down to the others in town and herded them up into the drive-in theatre. Each one of them was then cuffed with a boot and that boot chained to a pole surrounding the area. The lead car and the others pulled out of the drive in sitting outside of it. Doc was the closet to the exit.

"You better hope you crippled friend didn't call in the army. If he did, you and your friends all go kaboom."

Gauge laughed; Doc's eyes went wide as he surveyed the area. Of course, each car had been tied to a pole that had explosive planted around it. He glanced back at the car,

"Mass murder is that really what you want to go down for?"

Gauge laughed, Doc noticed that the other none lemon cars of the group mostly consisting of Tahoe's and Chargers were in a group to themselves, come to think of it they hadn't been doing much of anything. Doc kept his eyes on them, they seemed nervous, almost scared.

Sheriff and McQueen disembarked quickly as they were met by officers outside of the airport.

"Sheriff Carson? Lightening McQueen?"

Sheriff moved protectively in front of McQueen,

"And you would be?"

"US National Guard, we've received a call regarding an attempt by Gerald Zundapp to release his brother from prison by holding a town hostage and kidnapping the two of you for leverage."

Sheriff nodded,

"That about sums it up."

The hummer who seemed to be in command turned to the twenty other cars behind him.

"Diplomatic formations!"

McQueen and Sheriff watched as the cars and trucks lined up.

"Sheriff, you are here in between Connelly and Dawson, McQueen you are in between Millard and Lawkton. Now, the way this worked you stay between your assigned agents, this way in the event of an attack you are covered, the way this formation works is to scare off anyone who thinks they can get after you. Once we get moving we keep moving no stopping until we get to Radiator Springs once there, you and McQueen will be disengaged from the lineup, Dawson will cover Sheriff and Millard will cover McQueen, the rest of my unit will move in. The goal is surrender, but a fight is prepared for if encountered. Clear?"

Both cars nodded their hoods as they took their places, two helicopters flew overhead one in the front of the now twenty 2 car caravan and one at the back as they set out on the highway toward Radiator Springs.

After about an hours' worth of driving a familiar sign came into view.

"Dawson, Millard, disengage and protect your assigned Civilian."

"Roger that"

Dawson spoke as he and Millard pulled off from the unit with the Sheriff and McQueen. Sheriff watched as the unit closed in on the town.

"I can't just sit here and watch, that's my town."

Dawson shook his head,

"Big dog told us to keep you two here, let them handle it."

Sheriff looked over at the young hummer, boredom all over his face.

"Cadet huh?"

Sheriff looked over to Millard, who was decisively older then the hummer to his left.

"Yeah, first mission actually."

Sheriff looked over to McQueen who seemed perfectly content to stay way back from the danger.

"Well then let me make this interesting for ya."

McQueen jumped as Sheriff fired up his engine and rapidly sped across the sand.

"Hey you!"

Millard called out to him, he looked over at Dawson,

"Well don't just sit there with mud in your tires, get him."

Dawson smiled big as he raced after the cop, finally action.

Sheriff neared the brigade of them, they were currently in a stand off with the other cars. The main one threatening to start blowing up a town resident one by one. Sheriff pulled up; he was huffing slightly. His eyes went wide when he saw who was threatening the National Guardsmen…Stacy.

"Stacy!"

Sheriff hollered over the unit; all the unit glanced behind them in their mirrors as Sheriff drove threw them. Forcing his way up to the front. Stacy's eyes went wide for a split second before aiming her gun at him.

"Don't come any closer, I'll shoot you."

Sheriff braked slightly, easing himself into a very slow roll.

Doc and the others watched, tension rising with the fear as Sheriff seemed to have no regard for the fact that Stacy was aiming a gun at him.

"I mean it Sheriff."

Stacy rolled back slightly as Sheriff edged toward her.

"No, you won't Stacy, you don't have it in you."

Stacy's gun rang out as Doc quickly shut his eyes. He had no intentions of seeing his best friend dead.

Dawson was huffing as he came to a sliding stop behind the unit,

"Old guy got away from ya?"

Dawson looked at another cadet of the unit, Lawkson.

"Shut up Lawkson, he was really fast. I didn't think he would move that fast."

Dawson spoke trying to catch his breath as they watched the scene play out before them.

McQueen wanted to race down there too but held himself steady. Millard wasn't messing around and the gun on his fender told McQueen to stay put. He narrowed his eyes trying to see what was going on, his breath caught in his throat as Stacy's gunshot sending an echo across the dessert.

Finn waited for the agents to show up, after what seemed like forever they did. He had been waiting outside the gate for them, more like half sleeping.

"Finn McMissile, British intelligence?"

Finn nodded painfully,

"You sir look like you need a hospital, Corporal!"

Finn shook his hood,

"Right now, I am more concerned with the Zundapps."

The hummer seemed to be ignoring him,

"Corporal, get this car to the nearest hospital asap!"

"Sir, Yes Sir."

The pickup truck replied. Finn shook his hood again.

"NO! I need to ensure that…"

"We will ensure that Zundapp and his crew are secured and imprisoned. You gave us the coordinates to the warehouse, we will take it from here as a commander I hold all rank over you in this country and seeing's how you are on American soil you will do what I command you to do….is that clear."

Finn huffed,

"Yes."

"Good, now if there is no further arguments Corporal Henderson will be taking you to the nearest hospital for treatment."

Finn watched as the 15-car unit headed off down the road followed by three helicopters. He looked to the corporal.

"Put yourself in neutral if you can, I'll tow you."

Finn scoffed,

"I can drive myself."

He attempted to start his engine only for a loud pop sound followed by steam to greet him. Finn sighed annoyedly as he looked at his now steaming hood.

"Your…leaking coolant…scratch that you have coolant coming out of you like a waterfall."

Finn eyed the corporal,

"Thank you, I noticed."

The corporal shook his hood back up to him.

"neutral."

He commented. Finn sighed, his transmission shifting aggressively into neutral as he was then towed away. Finn faded in and out of consciousness as they drove, his engine now leaking oil as they continued to drive, he felt his axles growing weaker and weaker with every mile until finally the old British car passed out.