N/A: Chapter 3...nothing really to say, except that I hope it gets exciting right around here.

I don't really know what the Albuquerque Sunport looks like, but I'm going to include a purely fictional description.

Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own Cars, it belongs to Pixar and Disney. However, all OCs belong to me.

The Misplaced Student

Chapter 3: Terminal/Suspicious Business

"Thank you," I said as I shoved some U.S. money into my wallet. I had just finished exchanging some of my money, and began to leave the exchange desk.

I drove over to a bench, next to some potted plants. I decided to rest for a short while and listen to my mp3 player. I put in my earbuds, turned on the tiny device, and began rolling the small wheel to scroll through my library.

I looked around at the nice airport that was before me, as the pop music with its electronic sounds resonated in my head. I really felt like exploring this American Airport, even if it was a little less exquisite than the one in Beijing. But first I would let the song finish...or should I just go right on and wander around?

Well, I ended up listening to two full songs before I got off the bench. But it wasn't like I wasted much time- there would still be about four hours before my next flight.

I stopped by a quick burger joint and ordered a typical meal, sans the soda (I just took some sips from the water fountain). Then I walked into a duty-free shop and looked around at the vast array of items they were selling. I didn't really plan on spending any money there; I didn't want to waste too much money before I actually got to Washington, D.C.

I later took a short trip to the bathroom- after all, the flight made me thirsty, and I ended up drinking a lot while noshing my afternoon meal. Once I got in, I saw the bathroom- it was slightly cleaner than the ones in China (although nothing beats the ones in Japan and Singapore).

After I had taken care of business, I sat back down in another comfy bench- although its plushness made it seem more like a couch. I thought about pulling out my phone, but then I remembered that making international calls was very expensive, even for someone like my father. So much for calling my parents...or anyone for that matter.

I looked around, with just a small disappointment, but then I saw a sign that gave me an idea.

The sign read, "Free Wi-Fi in this terminal". That meant that I could email my parents- just to let them know how I was doing.

I quickly took my laptop out of my pack, then pressed the power button to boot it up. Thanks to the new operating system on our laptop, I had logged in in just a matter of seconds.

The list of networks that I opened up was a very short one. I scanned the list down (most of them were from nearby hotels) and I found it- the network for the airport.

The computer connected to the Internet in a jiffy- and pretty soon I was opening my inbox.

Just as soon as I clicked "Compose Message", and began typing, two cars approached me. I looked up from my screen- and I saw that they were security personnel.

"Excuse us, young man," asked one of them. "What is your name, and from where did you fly?"

I remembered what my mother told me long ago- something she reminded me on almost every trip we took- don't follow strangers, even if they seem to be policemen. I've always heeded that as good advice. But what was I to do? They were government agents- they probably needed to interrogate me about my citizenship status, or my visa.

"Um..." I started hesitantly. "Liang Zhifu, sir. But you can call me Jeffrey. And I just flew in from Beijing." I figured that it would be okay to give some of my personal information to law enforcement.

"We need you to come with us," the same car said. "By federal law, you must come with us. We have some, uh, papers for you to review." The fillers he used sounded like normal speech- not like he was cooking up a plot on the spot.

I felt like I had no choice. I put my laptop on hibernate and tucked it away in my pack. I got off the bench and followed the officers quietly.

We rounded some corners- I saw many cars of all shapes, sizes, and colors, walking by, eating in the food shops, shopping around, doing whatever. I've always thought airports were fun places to be.

"Excuse me, but, am I going to miss my flight to Washington, D.C.?" I asked, worried about how I was going to get to the capital.

"Why, no, young man. If you happen to be late, we will arrange something with the airline. Only a slight alteration in the schedule," said the first security car. It was like he was talking pseudo-intelligently. He seemed suspicious- both of them seemed suspicious, like I had seen them before. But they looked like genuine officers to me. Besides, lots of cars look alike...maybe I was just thinking things.

Eventually we entered a dark room, with only a few lamps here and there- the lights on the ceiling weren't even on. I entered, right between the two security cars. The second one shut the door right behind us, while the first talked to what seemed like someone behind a chair.

Then, all of a sudden, the whole room became pitch black. There was practically no light- the window shades were completely closed, too. I wondered, was this for dramatic effect or something?

"Hey, what's going on? Who turned out the lights?" I asked, panicked.

Then, it was like a flash- the lights immediately came back on again- even the ones on the ceiling that weren't previously on. But in front of me, I saw three different cars.

The two on the sides looked just like the suspicious ones on the airplane! It donned on me that they had apparently been wearing the security costumes as disguises, and now donned their regular red and dull yellow-golden paint jobs.

And the one in the middle- he really looked like a head honcho. Sleek aqua green color, pretty tall, and a thick chassis, round in some areas, square in others.

"Hello, Mr. Jeffrey Liang," he said in a deep bass-like voice, giving me an evil facial expression.

I gasped, hoping that I wasn't involved in some big conspiracy. But the way things were turning out, it was definitely a possibility.

A/N: Great twist in plot and all, huh? All of a sudden, my character's got himself involved in some seemingly evil plot. :O

Hopefully I can write the next chapter soon, but remember I've got maybe two or three other stories.

Do svidanja!