Sheriff felt his heart jump slightly as the dust was clearing. The bullet had just missed his left tire by mere millimeters.

"I missed on purpose…I won't do it twice."

Stacy held her stance, Sheriff eyed her. Her gun shook slightly, he could see a small reflection from an indicator light that her engine was overheating. His brakes squeaked as he let off them and rolling forward about an inch.

"You missed because you don't have it in you to kill me."

Sheriff again release his breaks and drove right up to her, with the gun now almost touching his grill he looked at her. Her eyes shook back and forth. Sheriff's eyes didn't move, they didn't look at the deadly weapon pointed at him.

"Stacy, drop the gun."

Stacy's eyes fell as did her gun, the guardsmen rushed in, to take her into custody along with her helpers. Gauge was not happy with Stacy's surrender, before the others could reach him, he snickered.

"I don't give up so easily."

His tire slammed down on the activator for the bombs, everyone held their breath, but nothing happened. Gauge growled angrily hitting the button till he too was booted and taken into custody. Sheriff stayed beside Stacy as the semi haulers backed into place.

"Maybe someday you can tell me what in the world possessed you to do such a thing."

Sherriff was hurt, he had trained the Tahoe next to him, taken her under his wing if you will and this is what she did with it.

"You and Dad were both the same, law and order was the only way to live. Well I found out that there were other ways, ways that earned you more money then the piddle bit we make as cops."

Sheriff looked at her,

"its not the pay that matters, it's the lives we save, the order we up hold. I thought you understood that."

One of the hummers came to escort her up the ramp, she shot one last look at Sheriff.

"In case you forgot, I'm my mother's child too. And if you think this is over, its only just beginning."

Sheriff felt that comment hit him right in the tank, her mother had been thrown away charged with embezzlement from a company for over ten years. She had owed the company over a million dollars; Sheriff had hoped that Stacy would have seen the consequences her mothers actions had caused leading gup to the death of his dear friend.

Sheriff sighed as the Semis released their breaks and headed toward the interstate. He turned seeing his true family was safe, McQueen was driving around Sally making sure she was okay, and Sally was driving around him, a small dust cloud formed from the two driving in a an awkward circle.

Sherriff made his way over to Doc who smiled at him as he approached.

"You okay Sherriff?"

Sheriff nodded,

"Been through worse, they didn't hurt you, did they?"

Doc shook his hood looking to the others, everyone seemed to be alright. He turned his gaze back to Sheriff.

"Did Finn ever find you?"

Sheriff nodded,

"On that matter what in the world made you think you could send him on a mission? The car was falling apart."

Doc looked over to the others and back at Sherriff,

"I didn't want to, but it was yours and the kids best chance at survival. With how broken down he was he passed off as dead."

Sheriff twisted his face up,

"Well, he staid back in Montana, I told him to get to a hospital whether he did it or not I can't say."

Sherriff watched the dust clouds of the semis travelling away, what had Stacy meant when she said that this wasn't over?

"Rise and Shine to meet the morning grind!"

Finn blinked, the white room around him was alight with the sun streaming in through the open curtains.

"And how are you feeling today?"

Finn looked at the nurse, his head pounded as he attempted to move.

"Weak."

Finn sputtered, his body felt like it weighed a million pounds, what had happened?

"Well that's to be expected with what hell you went through."

Finn watched the nurse, he wanted to ask what had happened but felt it best not to at the moment.

"Where am I?"

Felt like a safer question,

"In the hospital, they brought you in."

Finn was more confused,

"They?"

"yeah, the national guard, said you were injured during a mission or something. They didn't give me a lot of details."

Finn nodded his hood slightly through the pain in his head. He heard the beeping of monitors next to him. The nurse startled him as she came to park in front of him.

"You are British aint yea?"

Finn looked at her, was he? He didn't know.

"Umm Yes?"

The nurse just smirked,

"Doesn't sound like you are too sure."

Finn nodded his hood again; he couldn't let the nurse know he had no idea what was happening."

"Sorry, yes I am British…is that an issue?"

The nurse laughed,

"No not at all honey, I enjoy your accent, so sophisticated sounding."

Finn had to smirk as the nurse left the room. He was thinking hard, what was the last he remembered? Finn had a feeling he had to tell someone something…but what and whom? He had to get out of this place and fast. Something wasn't right.

Gerald drove over to his brother,

"vell it vould seem you failet, I should have guessed you vould,"

Arnim glared at his brother. Gerald laughed,

"Arnim, do you honestly believe I vould allow myself to be taken if I didn't have a backup plan?"

Gerald smirked evilly at his brother.

"My plan vent into motion the second I vas loaded onto the semi-trailer, Finn McMissile vill be ours!"

24 hours later…

Mater and Holley disembarked the plane and headed for the hospital where they had been told Finn was.

"Hello…Holley Shiftwell here to see Finn McMissile."

Holley spoke to the receptionist who looked up at her and smiled,

"Are you family?"

Holley nodded, lying wasn't her strong suit but she gave it go and seemingly had convinced the nurse.

"He's in room 802, down the hall."

Holley and Mater drove down the shining clean hallways. Mater's eyes darted back and forth; he wasn't fond of places like this. They eventually came to the door; it was open, and the room was empty. Holley drove in to see a nurse moving equipment back into place.

"um excuse me where is Finn?"

The nurse looked over to her.

"He left about an hour ago."

Holley looked to Mater.

"How could you let him leave, wasn't he hurt?"

The nurse smiled,

"Sweetie this is a hospital not a school, you don't need a note from your mother to come and go. He left AMA…against medical advice."

Mater looked at Holley, she was clearly distressed,

"Do ya know where he went?"

Mater asked the nurse, who just shook her hood.

"Nope sorry."

The nurse drove in between them as she left the room, Holley looked up at Mater concern in her eyes.

"Finn would have contacted us…something isn't right here."

After the events that had happened Doc never let McQueen out of his sight, much to McQueen's annoyance. Sheriff had been on edge too, which was only added to when Holley and Mater came back with the news that Finn had gone missing.

Holley had gone back to London to get with her people to try and find Finn, Mater opted to stay home in Radiator Springs their hopes were maybe Finn would turn up.

Finn drove down the long road, he didn't feel well at all. He groaned as he pushed himself forward, he had work to do, he had to tell someone…. something. He continued to drive for a few more miles when he saw someone parked along side the road…the car looked familiar.

"Excuse me are you alright?"

The green range rover glanced over at him,

"Oh, thank goodness, I was beginning to think I wouldn't find anyone…. wait Finn McMissile?"

Finn looked at him, the nurse had called him that name too.

"You…you know me?"

The range rover smiled,

"Finn you don't recognize your oldest friend?"

Finn blinked,

"apparently I don't remember anything."

The range rover started his engine, his face still smiling.

"Don't worry mate, follow me I'll help you."

Finn eyed him, something told him this wasn't right.

"Come on."

The car called to him; Finn looked around. What other choice did he have, he had no idea who he was or where he was for that matter.

Finn started his engine,

"Oh, sounds like you should have staid in the hospital a little longer."

Finn looked at the range rover.

"I will be fine, you didn't tell me your name."

"Axelrod…Sir Miles Axelrod."