McQueen and Sheriff had taken to sleeping on shifts, not completely convinced their captors wouldn't try to pull something on them while they did. Sheriff looked out of the clear, glass cell walls. McQueen was in the corner snoring softly. He scanned the room with his eyes, moving them slowly back and forth. Only a few cars had come and gone in the recent hours, the room remained mostly darkened except for a dim low light from the multiple computer screen throughout the room. Sheriff was deep in thought; he was running down a list of everyone in town. No, no one would have betrayed him…McQueen like this. He looked in his mirror back at the sleeping racecar, they were messing with their minds trying to get them to doubt their friends…their family. Sheriff shivered slightly, there were no windows in the building, at least from what he could see. He had no idea where they were. He only prayed that who ever the traitor was, wasn't one of the cars he had trusted…loved.

…..

Mater and Holley worked on trying to get a communication out to the Headquarters in London where Holley and Finn worked. The others had been gathered at Flo's and all the streets that came into town had been blocked off. Doc had been confined to his clinic, he had been instructed to get Finn back onto his tires, the big boss wanted the Aston Martin alive. Doc was angry, he circled Finn checking the connections again. They had all been betrayed, and the worst part of it was he knew that once they got what they wanted they wouldn't let McQueen and Sheriff go…they would kill them.

Doc looked out the window, this whole thing wouldn't be happening if the two Brits had left Mater out of it. Noise behind him caught his attention, Finn stirred slightly, his yes blinking slowly open as they shot around the room. Doc pulled in front of him,

"Calm down you are safe…well mostly."

Finn shivered, he body felt weak and cold.

"Wh... where am I?"

Doc explained the whole situation to him, Finns eyes dropped to the floor.

"I was aware Zundapp had a brother, I was supposed to apprehend him but…obviously that went south."

Doc lowered the lift, allowing Finns tires to just tip the floor.

"You still don't have enough strength to stabilize yourself."

Finn took in a breath,

"I don't have a choice; I need to get ahold of my superiors in London."

Doc shook his head,

"You and I both know if they release this Professor Zundapp that they will kill McQueen and Sheriff anyway for good measure."

Finn glanced toward the window.

"Holley? Mater?"

Doc nodded,

"They have been trying to "reach" London with no luck."

Doc smirked slightly, Holley and Mater had been dialing ghost numbers reaching dead ends and robo call centers leading their captors on for the past two days.

"It won't be long until they figure out, we are bluffing them."

Finn smirked,

"Are you sure you are not a spy?"

Doc huffed slightly,

"No just know logically sense."

Finn attempted to start his engine, it clicked and whooshed before failing hard. Doc shook his hood,

"I wouldn't do that."

Finn sighed heavily, he hated being in such a weakened state.

"What are we going to do know?"

Doc looked at Finn,

"I have an idea; it will take acting on your part…and mine."

…..

Doc raced out of his clinic only to have the Gremlins outside stop him. Mater and Holley eyed Doc.

"Somethings wrong."

Holley commented, her voice shaking slightly. She drove over, the Pacers guarding her tailing her every move.

"What's wrong?"

Doc looked up sadly,

"Holley…Finn...he…"

Holley backed up,

"No…No he can't be…"

Doc nodded,

"There was just to much damage, life support systems would only keep his heart going. He's…medically brain dead, nothing in his body works. As soon as the plug in pulled…"

Holley leaned hard into Mater; whose face also showed one of horror.

"Yo Trevo! Get the trailer over here!"

Doc turned to the Gremlin,

"What are you doing?"

The gremlin, whose name was Gauge, laughed.

"The boss wants McMissile…dead or alive…dead works."

Holley jumped in,

"No, you can't take him!"

Mater pushed her back, not wanting to see her hurt.

"Holley please, we don't need you hurt now!"

Holley watched through tear filled eyes as Mater hauled Finn out of the clinic and backed him on the trailer. The door slammed shut as the Aston Martins body was hauled away.

…..

Finn cracked open his eyes, he didn't have his strength back, he could barely keep his hood up but that didn't matter he had a job to do. The trailer swayed and bumped over the road for a little over an hour before they came to a stop. Finn listened, closing his eyes again as the trailer door opened and he was drug out and placed into a plane. Finn kept his eyes closed as the cars around him talked and whispered, the plane ride lasted another hour or two until they landed, and Finn was once again drug onto and trailered to another location.

"Tow him into the main control room, the boss is waiting there."

Finn felt a hook roughly grabbed him as it drug him into the main control room.

"Boss!"

Finn kept his eyes closed but his ears tuned.

"Ah Finn McMissile, such a same he vould have to be zhe first to die. Oh vell."

"What do you want us to do with him?"

"Place him into zhe cell viths the other two. He vill be a reminder to zhem of vhat vill happen should dair friends not corporate."

Finn felt his body move again. The other two? Must be Sheriff and Lightening McQueen.

"Back it up."

He heard a gun cock as a door screeched open, his body was lower, and the door screeched shut. He felt his systems shiver as the "boss" spoke.

"Disturbing no? Vell zhen I hope you friends hurry up or else I vill add your bodies to my growing collection."

Finn heard him drive away laughing, the lights went dim as he opened his eyes slightly. He was facing the wall away from the glass. He glanced over to the other two who had backed way up and were just staring at him. Finn looked over at them, his body tilting slightly,

"Sheriff and Lightening McQueen…"

He whispered. McQueen jumped, the other cars were gone except for one or two.

"Whoa!"

Sheriff looked over at McQueen who had floored it backwards in surprise causing the cell to have a thin film of smoke. He edged forward,

"Finn McMissile, right?"

Finn nodded slightly, keeping his eyes on the two cars moving about the computer systems.

"Sheriff, I remember you from London."

Sheriff nodded,

"I don't understand they said you were…"

Finn cut him off,

"That is the plan."

Finn looked over to McQueen,

"Actually, I believe I have just come up with something to aid us, can you smoke out your tires again?"

McQueen looked to Sheriff,

"I don't have much fuel left."

Finn nodded,

"Don't worry about that, fill this cell with smoke."

McQueen looked again at the cop who shrugged with a nod. McQueen planted his two front tires, his engine roared to life as he put himself into gear and his back end began to swayed back and forth from the pressure. McQueen huffed as the cell became more and more full of smoke, his front axles were beginning to hurt from the pressure his back was forcing on them.

Finn looked around the cell the white smoke filled it rather quickly,

"That's good."

He whispered to McQueen who was panting as he ease himself back into a normal stance, his back tires were hot and smoking still. Finn painfully managed to turn himself around.

"Any second…"

The door to the cell opened as the two Hugo's tried to see through the smoke. Finn shot both of them dead center between the eyes, he looked over to the other two.

"The loading dock is through that main door to the right, that the best escape route."

Finn drove wobblily and painfully in front of them as they quickly made their way out. Finns gun fire had drawn the others to their position. McQueen was between the two of them as they were forced to back up in the loading dock. McQueen counted about 15 cars coming at them, guns loaded. Finn eyed them,

"Sherriff if you got any weapons now is the time to use them."

McQueen watched in awe as Sheriffs fenders opened to reveal two pistols. The two-armed cars aimed at the others coming toward them.

"15 to 2, you think you have a chance?"

Finn chuckled,

"I'd say the odds are in our favor.

…..

Doc felt bad, he hated having to trick Holley like that but there was no other choice. Hopefully Finn would be able to escape with Sherriff and McQueen and they in turn would bring in the Calvary. Doc sat at the end gas pump; he couldn't remember the last time the town looked so miserable. Sally hadn't said a word in days, he could tell she hadn't slept either. Her eyes drooped and were red, the others weren't in much better condition. Doc flinched when a car came up beside him,

"You are wanted."

The Gauge pushed his gun into Docs side as Doc drove down the small stretch of road to the run down out side drive in movie theatre where they had set up shop.

"You think you are clever, don't you?"

Doc looked at the car responsible for holding his town at gun point.

"Oh, I don't know, I sure out foxed you though didn't it."

The car chuckled moving toward him,

"If you think a weak, injured, dilapidated British agent can out gunned Zundapps men, you are more delusional then I thought."

Doc smiled,

"Don't forget he's got Sheriff and McQueen."

The car laughed harder,

"A hot shot Racecar and an old cop who should have retired years ago, who by the way hasn't carried a gun in decades!"

Doc just kept his smile, it seemed to be annoying the car.

"Smile now… Doc…Soon your two friends will be history."

…..

Finn panted heavily, his body shaking with pain. He couldn't move. Sheriff was panting to, his guns smoking. McQueen starred wide eyed at the sight around him. 15 lemon cars, all dead. He shook his hood; it was just a nightmare. He kept repeating to himself. This kind of stuff only happened in the movies, right?

Sheriff retracted his guns; he drove over to the Aston martin.

"McMissile we need to get you to a hospital…you ain't in no condition to drive."

Finn shook his hood, squeezing his eyes shut as he roughly but successfully started his engine. Sheriff shook his hood.

"You are gonna hurt yourself more if you keep going."

Finn smirked,

I've been in worse spots then this…now let's get moving before reinforcements show up."

The three cars sped as quickly out of the base as Finn could carry himself. The main road was about 100 feet to their left as they flew toward it, McQueen was edgy about driving on the road. He was used to Radiators Springs but here? He had no idea where they were. They hit the road and began driving as the signs zipped by them

"Helena Montana 123 Miles"

Sheriff huffed,

"Montana! That's a heck of a drive home."

He looked in his mirror, McQueen was right up his tail pipe. The racer was tense. Sheriff curved around him bringing up the rear.

"Drive normal kid, I got you covered."

He flicked on his lights to make it appear to be a police escort as the three traveled down the road.

Finn huffed quietly, he couldn't fail now, they were so close to the nearest airstrip. His wheel faltered as he drove, his engine sputtered horribly. He had to make it, once at the airport he could make a call to London, they would be in a public area surround by cameras and other cars. More chances of survival for them all.