Here's chapter 6. Siddeley is the plane Holly and Finn work with.


After watching the announcement from the racing board with Rusty and Dusty, Guido and Luigi just wanted to turn in. All of the cars were tired, and while a day of driving through the city had provided adequate distraction, most of the group were feeling depressed again as no news as to the wherabouts of McQueen arrived. Despite the other cars' despondent mood, Ramone and Sarge urged them to make a quick trip to the Dinoco building to check on Sally, Doc and Sheriff's progress.

The other cars reluctantly agreed except for Rusty and Dusty who had to prepare a statement for the press. The cars were quiet as they drove slowly through the city, blending in with the cars driving back from work after a long day.

"Ah! McQueen's pit crew," the receptionist coed as the cars entered. "Come in, come in"

"We're just here to check up on Doc," Sarge bristled at the older car's overbearing personality.

"Of course, of course," the receptionist said, ushering them towards the huge elevator. "I was actually waiting for you to come. I called your hotel but they said you were out."

"Is there news?" Luigi asked, eagerly.

"I think so," the receptionist said, lowering her voice. "Mr. Dinoco called a meeting on the 5th floor conference room. I understand Marshall and Miss Sally are going to be there. Oh, I knew they'd find something!"

The excitable car led them towards a set of huge class doors. one which was already propped open. Sarge went in first, followed by Fillmore, Ramone, Luigi, and Guido with Mater tagging along at the the rear.

"Mr. Dinoco," Mater exclaimed, seeing the Dinoco car talking to Marshall. "Have you found McQueen and Mr. the King yet?"

"Not yet, Mater," Tex said, but his voice had a touch of optimism in it. "But it looks like Marshall here has a lead."

"Thanks to Miss. Sally," Marshall nodded to the tired looking blue Porsche.

"Oh, it was a team effort," Sally shrugged.

"Yo, Sally, you gonna show us what you found?" Ramone asked.

"Of course," Marshal said, and pressed a button so that the flat screen on the end of the table turned on. The cars crowded along the glass table. Marshall, Tex, Sally, Doc and Sheriff were on one side, while the other cars crowded at the other side, Luigi and Guido pushing for the front.

The lights dimmed and on the screen there flickered to life a 1940 Buick century Ford.

"This," Marshall started. "Is Louise Phillips. She was a cleaner at the track until this morning, when she quit. I've checked her records, and it turns out Louise Phillips is actually a yellow car and living in a retirement village close by. We have thus determined that Louise Phillips is not this car's name. She is, however, our number one suspect."

"But how could she have possibly kidnapped two race cars?" Sarge blurted. There was no way such an old car would be able to overpower two racers.

"She stole three security badges," Sally explained. "And that's how she got the other cars onto the track."

"Do we know why yet?" Fillmore asked.

"No," Marshall said. "But I think it's safe to assume it's not a carnapping."

"So what's the next step from here?" Sarge asked, ready for action.

"We track down our suspect," Marshall nodded to the picture. "OR, more accurately, we ask the local authorities to do it. I'm already searching through any system I have access to as to her real identity."

"There's nothing more we can do," Sally sighed.

"You did good work," Tex complimented. "I suggest we all go get some shut eye. It'll be a long day tomorrow."

The cars nodded in agreement, muttering among each other.

"I'm not staying in Dallas," Doc suddenly said, and all the cars snapped silent. At everyone's inquisitive looks, he elaborated. "This was no accident. We need to find out why Weathers and the rookie were taken. I may know someone who can help and Mack said he'll drive me there."

"Well... where is is, Doc?" Sally asked a bit worriedly.

"Small town in Georgia," Doc muttered.

"That's almost 12 hours away," Sarge exclaimed.

"Yo, man, can't you just call?" Ramone asked.

"No," Doc almost snapped. "I've made up my mind. And if you prohibit Mack in any way I'll drive myself."

All the cars looked at each other hesitatingly. Those from Radiator Springs knew Doc was the most stubborn machine in town and nothing could change his mind once it was set. But the thought of Doc just taking off to Georgia unsettled them.

Tex was the one who broke the silence.

"Sounds like a grand idea," he said enthusiastically. "I'll ask Gray if he can take me as well."

"What?" Both Doc and Marshall asked as once.

"I'm coming too," Sheriff announced after the shock had worn off. "You'll both need someone to take care of you."

"No, this isn't what I want-," Doc tried to protest but Tex cut him off.

"I've had a hankering to get out of town the last few days. This'll be the perfect opportunity," the oil baron said, pushing Doc gently out of the door. The Hudson Hornet rolled next to the baron, shocked into silence for one of the few times in his life.

Marshall opened his mouth, ready to protest his boss just skipping town.

"Don't worry, Marshall," Tex called out, not even looking behind him. "I'm sure the Sheriff will take quite good care of me. Go get some sleep, you did well today."

Marshall was half tempted to call out to Tex about his security detail, but the Sheriff cut him off with a 'I'll keep you informed," so Marshall just shook his head and left well enough alone. Tex wasn't a stupid car but he liked jumping at opportunities. Maybe he saw this as one. Besides, the Chevrolet Silverado was exhausted after a long day and knew he would need some rest.

"Good night all," he said, then, "Miss Sally, are you inclined to meeting me back here tomorrow early? I could sure use your help sorting through all the information."

"Absolutely," Sally said, happy to have found something to keep her mind occupied with during the search for her boyfriend. "Is 7 ok?"

"7 is just fine," Marshall said, and after saying goodnight, went to his room on the security floor. He has a nice house in the city but when he was on a case preferred to stay at the office so that he could start early the next day. The other cars filed out after him, tired but optimistic at the fact that they had a lead. Sally found herself between Fillmore and Sarge and she relaxed, dozing slightly as they made sure she didn't drive into anything.

"Yo, Mater," Ramone asked as they reached the foyer. "Where you going?"

"Um... Washroom," Mater replied. "Ya'll go on ahead." The tow truck practically fled to the marked sign, and the other cars merely shrugged and made their way back to the hotel.


"Calling Finn and Holly, calling Finn and Holly," Mater chanted, focusing on the small device Holly had installed. He glanced around to make sure no one was sneaking up on him.

Static crackled over the line before he heard Finn's voice.

"We hear you Mater. What have you got for us?" The spy asked.

"Well, Marshall and Sally got a suspect," Mater said quickly. "She's a light brown 1940 Buick century Ford who posed as a cleaner. She said her name was Louise Phillips but Marshall was clever enou' to figure out she was lyin'. Seems she stole some security badges so that them nasty Raptors could get in and take McQueen and Mr. The King!"

"Excellent work Mater," Finn praised.

"Shoot, I didn't do nothing," Mater scraped his tire on the floor. "Oh, before I forget," he crouched down low as if he could make himself quieter that way. "Doc and Mr. Tex Dinoco are going to Georgia. Doc said something 'bout figuring out why McQueen was taken."

"Georgia?" Holly's voice floated through the line. "What's that got to do with anything?"

"Don't know," Mater shrugged.

"How are they getting there?" Finn asked.

"Seem Mack and Gray are going to take them. Mack's McQueen's driver," Mater explained.

"Hmm, well thank you, Mater," Finn thanked the tow truck. "You keep us posted."

"Will do!" Mater said cheerfully, forgetting all about secrecy for a while.

"Bye Mater!" Holly called out before Finn ended the call. Mater, extremely pleased with himself, drove back to the hotel in the sunset. When he arrived there, he found out him and Ramone were going to have to share a room. Luigi and Guido already had a room booked, along with Sarge and Fillmore. Sally took Doc's room, which they had just re-booked for an extra night.

As Mater admired the cute little nightlight with it's yellow bulb, he heard Sarge and Fillmore grumbling in the other room.

"Will you stop swaying man?" Sarge snapped.

"It helps me relax," Fillmore whined.

Soon everything settled down, and comforted by the secure sense of familiarity, Mater dozed off.


Holly looked carefully at Finn, not daring to interrupt his thought process just yet by speaking, but she was burning with questions inside.

"What do you think?" The spy finally asked her. The two were holed up in a small flat above the office where they had met Mater earlier.

"Oh... um... About us going?" Holly was surprised. Finn, as the senior agent, usually made most of the difficult decisions and Holly was happy to follow. Finn was open to her opinion but it was unusual for him to ask for it.

"About the Hudson Hornet and Tex Dinoco going to Georgia," Finn explained. "Especially seeing as the former seems to have an idea why the racers were kidnapped."

"You suspected it had something to do with Grem," Holly remembered.

"Yes, and I still do," Finn explained. "But I can't help feeling there's something more going on. Something we're missing."

"It is possible," Holly thought out loud, slowly. "That Grem is working for someone else. Maybe someone Tex Dinoco knows?"

"Or the Hudson Hornet," Finn replied. "But the question is whether we should follow them with Siddeley or stay here."

Holly was silent for a moment before saying, "I think we should follow them."

At Finn's look she elaborated.

"It may sound a little strange, but I think just like you have a sort of 'spy sense' you follow, the Hudson Hornet might have a sense that may not completely make sense to us at the moment. That, or his informant doesn't have a phone."

"I think you may be right, Holly," Finn mused.

"But one of us would have to stay here to keep an eye on things," Holly continued. "This is where the initial investigation is going on, even if they have been taken out of the city."

"Oh, I don't know about that," Finn said with a small smirk.

"But we don't have anymore agents in the city," Holly protested.

"We have something better than an agent," Finn stated. "Phone Siddeley and tell him to meet us at the airport in an hour. We need to make a small detour first."


"McMissile," a figure crept out of the shadows.

Holly's gun immediately shot out from her tire and aimed at the figure. Her and Finn had been driving to the airport when Finn had taken a turn into Irving, a residential neighborhood. He stopped in front of house 19 and that's when the mystery car had appeared.

"Easy there, Holly," Finn put a tire out to block her. "He's a friend. Aren't you, Redline?"

"Yeah, you could say that," a blue Detroit Muscle car rolled out and Holly gasped.

"Is that...?"

"Red 'Torque' Redline," Finn nodded.

"But you're supposed to be dead?" Holly whispered, not wanting to wake any civilians.

"Yeah, well, almost was," Red stated. "Took me than an engine exploding to keep me down though. What do you want, McMissile?" He turned the British spy testily.

"Only a little favour," Finn replied good-naturedly.

"Yeah, well I think you're the one who owes me one," Rod said curtly. "I'm the one who told you about McQueen going missing."

"Are you on the case too?" Holly asked.

"I'm retired," Rod stated. "But my kid brother's friends with the guy. Called me when he got home."

The pieces fell together in Holly's head.

"So this is your secret contact?" She asked Finn.

"Guilty," Rod ground out. "So what is it, McMissile?"

"We want you," Finn started slowly, but not to the point where it was patronizing or irritating. "To keep an eye on things for us."

"You leaving town?" Rod guessed.

"For a while, yes," Finn explained. "We have a lead that's taking us to Georgia, but if anything happens here we need you to contact us."

"Sounds easy enough," Rod nodded. "Anything else I should know?"

"The Dinoco security team has a suspect," Finn continued. "A 1940 Buick century Ford. Female who went under the alias Louise Phillips. I doubt she will now that it's been discovered."

"Maybe if she doesn't know they know," Rod shrugged. "Any idea as to her real identity?"

"We're hoping to look her up as soon as we reach Siddeley."

There was a moment of silence between the cars as Rod drove out of the driveway onto the road and towards the direction of the airport. Holly looked at Finn curiously but the Aston Martin just shook his head and followed the Muscle car.

"Alright, Finn," Rod said as they reached the airport. "I'll report back to you on whatever happens here. Just keep me posted on your position."

"Thank you, Rod," Finn smiled charmingly. "And don't do anything dangerous."

"Yeah, yeah," Rod said in a disregarding tone of voice. "Take care." He didn't spare Holly a nod as he rolled away.

"Not very friendly, is he?" Holly whispered as the two passed airport security and drove over to Siddeley.

"He's a little tough," Finn admitted. "But he's not so bad after you to get know him."

"How did you meet him?" Holly asked.

"Let me give Siddeley his instructions and I'll tell you."

Finn told Siddeley who to follow and where they were going as Holly settled down in a chair and started looking through their databases for 'Louise Phillips'. Long plane ride as this was going to be, she was looking forward to hearing Finn's story.


I noticed a lot of people were upset at the death of Rod Redline so I decided to give him a little cameo in this story. Bonus points to whoever can figure out which racer his brother is.