Luigi pulled out into the pit, he was humming to himself as he pushed a stack of tire to the corner, he happen to glance over expecting to see Doc giving a few last tips to McQueen, instead…the pit was empty.

"All Racers please report to the starting line…."

Luigi looked around frantically, he was startled when Guido approached him.

"Luigi dov'e McQueen?"

Luigi looked around again,

"I don not know; Doc is missing to. Quickly we must tell the others!"

Luigi and Guido sped to the back of the pit area, Sarge and Fillmore where bickering as they made their way toward to front.

"You are gonna kill yourself with that organic crap!"

"Organic is the way to go man, do you know what the government is putting in that gas you put in your tank?"

"Fine, kill yourself with that sludge see if I care."

Fillmore held his dopey smile,

"You'd care man…"

Both stopped dead their breaks chirping as Luigi and Guido flew up to them.

"McQueen and Doc are gone!"

Sarge furrowed his eyes racing up to the front, sure enough neither one of the cars was in sight.

"When did you last see them?"

Luigi thought,

"When Doc went to get McQueen from his trailer, he took off that way."

Sarge sped off toward the trailer parking, all the trailers were lined up perfectly except for McQueen which was missing. Fillmore pulled up along side of him,

"Wild ma, where did he go?"

Sarge wasted no time in making his way over to the drivers lot, where all of the semi's hung out for the duration of the race. Sarge narrowed his eyes searching for Mac amidst the pond of semi's

"Mac!"

He hollered spotting him talking with the Dinoco hauler.

Mac glanced toward the sound of his name being called,

"One sec Gray."

Mac excused himself from the conversation, his air brakes whooshed as he pulled toward Sarge.

"What's wrong?"

Sarge took a breath,

"Doc and McQueen are missing."

Mac's eyes went wide,

"Not again!"

"We are still looking for racer number 95, Lightening McQueen please report to the lineup."

Sarge turned to Fillmore,

"Quick get to those officials and inform them what's going on."

…….

Word spread quickly that racer 95 was missing, everyone had set to scouring the large stadium. After hours of finding nothing and the racers having come to a unanimous conclusion to rain check the race, the crowd of searchers began to thin out, night was falling quickly. Sarge took in a deep sigh. No doubt this was one the news already and everyone in Radiator Springs knew. He along with Mac, Fillmore, Luigi, and Guido continued searching as did the Dinoco team and few of the other racers. Tex approached the team,

"Guys I think we best call it a night, no sense in searching for him in the dark."

Sarge shook his hood,

"We can't give up on finding him, this is twice now."

Tex looked at him as Strip drove up alongside of him.

"Look I understand, if it was one of my racers, I would be panicking to but searching in circles in going to get us nowhere, now I already contacted the surrounding police departments, they have their men on it."

Sarge nodded,

"McQueen's not the only one besides Doc, Mater is missing too for a few days now. I alerted my buddies at the pentagon but so far, they've been about as useful as 2-wheel drive in a mud bog."

Tex smiled sadly,

"My team will continue searching, though I still think searching in the dark is pointless…"

The stadium tv crackled on as Darrell voice echoed,

"Uh guys you might wanna watch this."

"Leaders of the world, I am Mile Axelrod, although I am sure you already know that from last years world grand prix and the unfortunate incidents that took place with Allinol. Now I hope you are watching, your Majesty, Mr. President of the US, and the racing circuit leaders because I have something to show you."

Everyone gasped as the camera image sifted showing the four cars, Allinol tanks attached to them as their wheels smoked from the excessive dyno speed.

"Now I am a responsible car, I don't want to have to hurt anyone, but I will. But there is a chance to save these blokes, release Arnim and Gerald Zundapp along with the others you arrested and no one gets hurt, don't comply within the hour and one of these cars here gets killed on live TV. Contact information at the bottom of the screen. You have 1 hour…which car will die first?"

The screen blanked out, everyone sat in stunned silence.

"This can't be happening."

Sally looked over to Sheriff, Sheriff was still his eyes still wide from what he had just seen.

"What are we gonna do?"

Flo looked to Ramone who was lower on his axels than usual, Red had ran off crying toward the firehouse leaving the rest of the town completely confused and sitting in stunned silence as the news flickered on, the reports too seemed to be completely stunned silent.

"Yes…uh…wow I am not really sure what to say after that. Shannon?"

"I have no words John, except to say that the government faces a tough decision turn loose oil thirsty criminals or let four cars pay the price for it."

"And not just any four cars Shannon."

The voices seemed to fade out as the cars all looked to each other.

"We got contacts all across this country, I bet Rusty and Dusty do to. Surely someone saw his trailer…"

Strip looked behind Sarge at the two Rust-eeze sponsors.

"We will start contacting them now."

Strip turned back to McQueen pit crew,

"We'll get him back, that kids tougher then he looks."

…….

McQueen was used to running at high RPM for extended time, his huffed slightly as his RPM never dropped once his speedometer sitting at a steady 198. His side, however, was killing him. His oil leak was getting worse as he was being forced to run at this speed. He glanced over to Doc, the old Hudson was breathing pretty heavily as his body shook, his tires smoking from the excessive speeds.

Do looked down at his panel, his check engine light had flicked on luckily it was blinking yet. He could feel cylinders missing as his oil pressure rose higher along with his temperature. His engine wasn't used to being revved this high for this long, if the camera beam didn't take him out the dyno might, he looked to Mater who seemed to be doing worse then he was, he was breathing heavy too his back tires smoking from the heat.

Mater couldn't catch a breath; he hadn't driven this fast in decades. His axels were burning. His speedometer ticking at it smacked of the end showing his speed to be 80mph. His check engine light was blinking slowly, it had been one for weeks and he had thought nothing of it and now was wishing he had as he looked over to Finn.

Finn grunted his engine was screaming along with the others. Old injuries from the field were playing up as his check engine light flicked on. He panted heavily as his speedometer maxed out his exhaust was backfiring…hard. He looked to the others down the line, no one seemed to be doing well.

"45 minutes gentlemen, whose going first?"

Miles laughed as the clock slowly but steadily ticked by, though no one would say it they were all thinking the same. There was no way all of them were making it out alive.

…….

"Mr. President, Your Majesty, what is it that you want us to do? We can't just do nothing."

Holley was pleading with the two leaders over vidcom.

"I'm sorry Ms. Shiftwell but the safety of the world hangs in the balance here. If we let the Zundapps go they will pose a threat to this entire nation."

"I have to agree with you Mr. President, although I do wish we could something other then just wait for them to all die."

Holley couldn't believe this; it would seem both nations had no intentions of even negotiating with Miles.

"We wait him out the hour then call his bluff."

Holley snapped back into the room,

"His bluff? Sir, he is not bluffing! He will murder one of them!"

"Agent Shiftwell, while I appreciate your efforts and everything you and the others did to bring these characters in, I cannot in good conscience release his cohorts to save four cars."

Holley felt her heart sinking as her tank dropped to the floor, so this was it, this was how it all ended? No, she wouldn't let that happen. The conversation between the President, the Queen and other high-ranking leaders continued as she pulled up Mile's broadcast, she studied the image catching something in the background…Japanese graffiti.

"They are in Japan."

She murmured to herself,

"I think, with all due respect Mr. President that you are wrong."

Holley looked up to the monitor, the head of the American FBI agency glared into the camera.

"That car as already costed me one of my agents, a darn good one too and know you are going to let him kill more."

"Look Sue, I am sorry for your loss, but we can't waste time and resources on this. We don't even know where they are."

"JAPAN!"

Holley called out; all eyes turned to her.

"Sorry?"

The President cocked an eye.

"Japan sir, I re watched Miles footage, I saw Japanese graffiti on the walls and from what I could see of it there was moss on the walls an old building probably near water."

"That's all well and good Holley, but Japan is a decent sized nation with multiple outlets for water. It would take hours to search the coastlines."

Holley sat thinking,

"Moss wouldn't grow on the coastline…only in land like on a river or lake."

Holley pulled up a map she quickly scanned it as the other watched her,

"A bayou! And it appears it used to be a working industry. There are three old harbor houses with water access! That's where they are."

Holley felt all eye on her,

"Please let me try to save them, I will go at it along if I have to."

No one spoke for a few minutes,

"Very well. But you will be going in without back up, without communication. If something goes wrong, you are on your own."

Holley looked to her superior,

"I understand Sir."

"Good Luck."

She raced out of the building, taking flight she lifted off into the sky, Japan was a good distance away. She would make better time flying herself then waiting for the airport lines. She looked at the map. She wouldn't make it in time, even with full thruster burn she had a 2-hour flight a head of her unless…

"Sidley, this is Holley Shiftwell do you copy?"