Finns body was slammed into the wall, he yelped as a rebar from the wall had penetrated his right-side panel. His breathing was heavy from the fight. His left eye was dented nearly shut, his paint was scuffed beyond belief, and his body was dented and banged like a tin can that had been run over several times.

"Now are you going to do vhat I vant you to do, or must ve continue yhis?"

Finn hadn't moved, he could feel the rebar pushing inside of him. He wanted to back away, to pull off the wall but feared being slammed into it and punctured again. Finn didn't respond as the purple pacer to his left squealed his tires slamming full force into his side, Finn couldn't help it this time as he sent out a loud yelp. The rebar had shoved itself farther into him.

"vell?"

Finn glanced over at the 1957 Zundapp Janus, he looked identical to his brother, though classier. His chassis was shining, no indications of rest or scratches. The car drove forward,

"If my brozher is not released in 24 hours, I vill find and kill zhe othzer tvo carz zhat are responsible for vhat happened to him. 24 hours McMissile zhat is all you have!"

The car clicked to the others as they followed him out of the abandoned building, Finn breathed heavily his body felt pinned in place. His radio antenna had been broken making his communications moot. He looked around through his ever blurring vision. He could feel the oil leaking out of him. He tensed as he attempted to start his engine, his body vibrated as his engine sputtered to life. He grimaced at the pain coursing through him.

"Ok…now or never."

He murmured to himself as he painfully and shakily lifted his right front and back tires, placing them on the wall. He took a deep breath as he pushed against it. His metal screeching horribly as the rebar slowly emerged from his body. Finn gasped loudly as he finally was free from the walls hold. His whole body felt like a raging fire as he drug himself over to the door way. His engines was running choppily, it made him cringe not just from pain but at the scraping metal sound his left broken a-arm made as it drug across the concrete floor. His breathing was labored as he finally reached the door. He had to warn Mater and Holley, they were in danger. Finn felt his engine heating, way to hot as he pulled himself out of the old abandoned warehouse. Sid was not that far away, he just had to make it to him.

He grabbed the ground in front of him with his two front tires, unconsciousness fighting to take him over as he grimaced in pain. He was leaking a trail of oil behind him; his engine was spattering loudly now. Finn hoped the odd noise would catch Sid's attention but so far that proved to not be happening.

His left back tire drug behind him, the metal from his a-arm creating a ditch as he drug it painfully. Finally, after an hour of fighting to drag himself for a mile he finally caught site of Sid, he seemed to be keeping vigil of the area like Finn had request. Finn smiled through the pain as he came closer to the aircraft. He wanted to call for Sid but couldn't. His weaken state was now barely allowing him to breathe let alone talk and he pulled forward.

….

Sid was humming silently to himself, watching the sky for any sign of aircraft or other intruders in the area. He was growing slightly worried it had been over two hours since Finn had last checked in, but the Aston Martin had given his explicit orders to not move no matter what and to remain there. His eyes caught a glimmer of something moving in the bushes at the tree line, he edged forward slightly, his guns activated.

"Come out of there!"

He hissed, his eyes when wide when he saw Finns mangled body crawl out of the brush.

"FINN!"

Finn looked up; he heard a muffled voice talking to him. The blurry image appeared to be Sid. Finn blinked slowly, his engine had long since ceased running causing him to work harder to move. Sid turned his body around and back up till the loading bay door was right under Finns front bumper.

"Finn pull yourself on and I'll do the rest."

Finn gasped, wincing as he managed to pull his back finally onto the loading ramp. His a-arm screeching and sparking as he did. His body collapsed once he felt Sid lifting the ramp.

"I'm taking you to the nearest hospital."

Sid thrusted his boosters. Finn, still fighting the calming darkness that called to him retorted.

"No…we need to go to…Radiator Springs."

Sid blinked,

"I'm taking you to a…"

Finn gathered some strength, enough to be forceful.

"Sid…Mater…and... H... Holley they are in danger."

….

Holley breathed in the fresh country air as she overlooked Radiator Springs and the Interstate from her perch on the ledge of WheelWell. She glanced over at Mater who was loudly slurping his drink.

"That's a good drink right there!"

She chuckled, as Mater called the waiter over for another one. She found this redneck American charming, despite his odd ways.

"Mater, I was thinking that tonight you could take me out to Cadillac Range, you've talked about it so many times."

Matter nodded, his hook wagging.

"It's a date!"

He hollered a little to loudly, Holley smirked as he phone rang.

"Sid?"

"Holley, I have Finn on board and he's badly damaged."

Holley looked fearfully at Mater,

"Why aren't you taking him to hospital?"

Sid's voice crackled in,

"I tried; he wouldn't allow it. Keeps saying you and Mater are in danger. My ETA is 10 mins."

Holley looked at Mater, filling him in as they rushed down the mountain side to meet Sid. Sid laid gently trying not to jostle Finn. The ramp opened slowly to reveal Finn hadn't moved an inch, oil dripped off the platform onto the drive dirt.

"Finn!"

Holley drove over to him, Finns eyes felt like they had weights on them as he looked at the blurry purple image through the slits.

"Holley…you and Mater need to…. need to…he's after you."

Finn couldn't finish his sentence, his voice stammered. Mater cringed slightly, he had seen some pretty nasty wrecks being a tow truck and all, but this was different, Finn was his friend. The blue, more or less grey now, Aston Martin's body shook. Sid quickly filled Holley in on what Finn had managed to tell him. Holley nodded as Mater back up to Finn.

"He needs docs help."

Finn couldn't retort, he didn't have the strength as he felt Mater hook him, gently but the movement of Mater pulling him hurt to no end. He held back his cries of pain, grimacing as Mater pulled him toward Docs.

….

Holley rushed into the small office, no one else was present as Doc was pulling out of the main room.

"Holley is something wrong?"

Doc noticed the looked of fear across Holley's face as she panted,

"It's Finn, he's hurt…bad."

Mater wasn't far behind that statement as he pulled in Finn behind him.

"Doc…"

Doc Hudson ushered them into his main operating room, Mater back Finn onto the main lift. Mater and Holley backed up watching as Doc drove around the heavily injured car, connecting different wires to him.

….

Doc was mortified at the condition of the car in front of him, how was this car still alive? He began plugging in different life support systems to the shaking car who was some how still conscience.

Finn felt things being stuck to him, his mind was in a frenzy what was happing? Why was he hurt? Something important…he had something important to tell someone…but who? His body was completely slumped to the ground, he barely felt anything anymore as his blurred vision began to slowly turn black. He tried to fight it; he couldn't die he had something to do…he had too…had too.

Doc was relieved as the car slowly fell under the anesthetic that would hold him in an induced coma for now. The amount of damage to him was extensive. Doc looked over to Holley and Mater,

"He needs to regain strength before I can even think about operating on him, for now this induced coma will help his body to recover some strength."

He led the two of the operation room.

"Quite frankly, I am shocked he is even alive. How did this even happen?"

Mater shrugged looking over at Holley,

"The last I heard from him he was investigating some radioactive signatures in Berlin, but that all I knew."

Holley was clearly in shock, she was befuddled. How had this had happened? And what Sid told them? Who was after them?

Mater could tell Holley was scared; he moved his body slightly closer to hers. His mind moving asking the same questions she was.

….

McQueen leaned tightly into his turn, now that he could drive on it, he loved the dirt, almost more then asphalt at times, it was less forgiving but that was the fun of it. The area had been devoid of rain for weeks causing the dust McQueen kicked up to stay in the air. McQueen coughed waving his tire at the cloud formed over the starting line, he caught the glimpse of a black form.

"Doc!"

He called over,

"Hey, I was working on what you said about tighter turns and I…"

McQueen froze as the small car drove out of the dust cloud, followed by another car.

"You're not Doc."

The car laughed as McQueen backed up, he went to spin around and run coming face to face with 6 other cars surrounding him. His heart raced along with is revving engine.

"What is this about?"

McQueen eyed each one of them, trying desperately to remember if he knew them.

"yhis is nothsing personal McQveen."

Lightening looked around him, the cars pulled guns from their wheels.

"Sure, feels personal, what are you looking for? A ransom or something?"

The little car drove forward,

"You are my bargaining chip, you vill ensure my broder is released from prison."

McQueen was confused and growing more confused by the second.

"What? Do I…"

He couldn't finish his sentence as the car to his right shot him with a taser, McQueen felt his system spaz out as he fell unconscious.

….

Doc made certain that Finn was resting as comfortably as could be, the life support system around him whooshed and beeped as they kept the old Aston Martin alive. Doc sighed, he needed air. He drove out of the clinic; the sun was beginning to set behind the mesas when it dawned on him, he was suppose to have met McQueen out by Willies Butte for their daily training session. HE mentally kicked himself as he drove over to the cozy cone,

"Sally?"

Sally pulled out of her office,

"Hey Doc! Where stickers?"

She looked behind him expecting to see a bright red car. Doc furrowed his windshield,

"He's not here?"

Sally shook her head,

"No, I thought he was out training with you?

Doc felt his tank fall,

"Has anyone seen him lately?"

Sally shook her head, her own fear rising when she saw Docs look of fear. She had been held up in her office and hadn't seen Finn come into town.

"Doc you are scaring me."

Doc looked at her, giving her a reassuring smile.

"He's alright Sally, probably just waiting for me out by the Butte."

Sally looked down as Doc nudged her front bumper gently, he was trying to comfort her a little. He had a sick feeling that McQueen would not be at the Butte.

….

McQueen felt something jerk his body, slowly his eyes came to as he realized he was in the back of a trailer and the trailer was moving. He had no idea how long he had been out as the trailer jostled from side to side. It was an old shipping container, McQueen could tell by the rippled, rusty metal. He tried to pull forward but was stopped by a two metal boots clamped on his back tires. He shifted, he hated this, the air was thick in the container making it hard to breath. He twitched something felt like it was constricting his body though he couldn't see what, something over his mouth kept him from screaming for help. McQueen closed his eyes, trying to calm down as the jostling stopped a few moments later.

"Get zhat container loated, I vant to be on zhe air in zhe next 5 minutes!"

McQueen gulped, an aircraft. Where were they taking him? He stretched out his front tire, trying o pull himself forward, he felt his body being held back and not just by the boots. The door screeched as they opened, causing McQueen to blink from the light.

"Well, Well look whose awake. Ready for your flight?"

McQueen just glared at him; he remembered these cars now. They were the same ones from London, the Grand Prix. The ones who had tried to kill him before with a death ray.

The pacer eyed McQueen, looking down his body. McQueen felt a shiver run up him.

"He's secured Zundapp!"

The doors slammed shut in McQueen face causing him to flinch. McQueen felt tired, his eyes drooped as he bobbed his hood trying to stay awake. He listened carefully trying to hear what they were saying out side as he felt the container moving again. Within minutes the loud rev of the airline engine erupted as they took off. McQueen felt his heart sinking, how would they find him now?