A/N: This chapter's title is a reference to the late 90s British game show "Beat the Crusher", which fittingly featured cars getting crushed. Although Leland's Jaguar didn't actually beat the crusher, he did by surviving it.

This chapter is probably individually more a mild "M" for language/violence rather than "T/K+" like the rest of the fic, but it's nothing a 13/14 year old couldn't handle IMHO.

Leland says "me car" instead of "my car" because I wanted to give him more of a Liverpool accent then he actually does in the film. Jason Isaacs, his VA in the film, is actually from Liverpool but dropped the accent.

The scene shifted again, with Leland now inside a car. He looked at himself -now he must've been reliving his death. He wore the CHROME standard suit that was equipped with various devices, most notably a tracking device, close-rang transmitter, and holographic disguise projector. The last device had failed him while he was undercover on the rig -due to the presence of an EMP gun being tested in front of the agent, it had gotten fried and turned off in front of several of German weapons designer Janus Zündapp's workers. That's when the chase had begun. Two men approached -Grem, and the chubby man he had been with earlier. The former sneered down at Leland from outside.

"Well well well, if it isn't-"

"Agent Leland Turbo." The chubby man interrupted, completing Grem's sentence.

"Grem and Ace! Good to see you both!" Leland taunted, however, his voice shook. This wasn't the actual Leland talking, rather, it was the memory of what he had been saying after his capture.

"Recognize this car, asshole?" Leland looked out the windshield. It was his Jaguar E-Type. He felt a pain in his leg and looked down. His thigh had a tourniquet on it to stop him from bleeding out from the gunshot earlier.

"We found it on one of the rigs after we found you."

"And it gave us an idea of what to do WITH you!" Leland tried the doors, but they had been welded shut and he had been stripped of all his equipment. He knew nothing good was coming. Being that this was a memory of something that had already happened, he knew that Grem and Ace were going to crush him inside his Jaguar. It was such a shame, really -it was a beautiful car. He wished they would have spared it so that if it was recovered, Finn could have it to remember him by. But that wasn't the case. The claw descended from above, puncturing the passenger seat area's roof and grabbing onto the car's frame, breaking the passenger window in the process. Leland screamed, inciting laughter from Grem and Ace. They lifted the car about three meters into the air, and then Grem proceeded to walk right under it to look the trapped agent in the face, still laughing.

"You screamed! You screamed like a bitch! I am so killing you now!"

"Pretty bloody stupid move, walking right under a car suspended like this!" Leland screamed at him.

"Pretty bloody stupid move, getting caught like this!" Grem mocked, doing a poor imitation of the agent's Scouse accent. Leland started to thrash around, trying to get the car to fall right onto Grem in order to crush him.

"Hey! What are you tryna do, get me killed?" He ran away, and the claw let go, dropping the car onto the ground suddenly. Leland banged his head on the steering wheel from the force of the impact. He moaned, bleeding from the head. Grem walked up to the car's window.

"Now you're really gonna get it, you piece of shit."

"You're from, uh, wherever in Britain you're from."

"Liverpool."

"Yeah, whatever. I'm sure you've heard of that old TV show, 'Beat the Crusher'. Y'know, the one where they, uh, crush cars?" The claw picked the E-Type up once more. Leland, perhaps suffering from a concussion, registered what Grem had just said. They were going to crush him inside his car.

"No!" Leland had been deathly afraid of small spaces his entire life. This had to be one of the worst ways possible for him to die, right up there with being trapped inside a cave of some sorts and slowly fading away.

"What's your opinion on this, Turbo?"

"It's gonna hurt, man, it will hurt." He was trying to sound stoic, but his eyes glittered.

"Damn right it will hurt. It's what you deserve. Ace, drop him in!" The crane moved so that it stood above the actual crusher, which resembled a giant bin. The car was placed in the corner of it. It didn't look so bad yet. It seemed as if Grem and Ace had completely forgotten to interrogate him, and he wasn't going to push his luck with that -who knows what awful way these two would torture him? Inside the crusher, he couldn't see Grem or Ace. He wondered if they could seem him -and then his question was answered. Grem, who seemed to be the dominant of the pair, was standing on a metal balcony above the crusher, exactly in the position needed to look Leland in the face.

"You sick bastard! You're gonna watch me get crushed inside me car!" Leland wasn't in tears yet, as the actual reality of what was about to happen hadn't settled in yet.

"Damn right I am! Ace, start the crusher!" A beep went off, and one of the hydraulic plates started up, with Leland watching it. The second it touched the E-Type's side, he let out a scream, prompting laughter from Grem. The crusher began to compress the car, causing the seats and dashboard to buckle. The glass shattered, cutting Leland's face. His legs were now trapped and slightly crushed, however, his upper body was still completely free. Leland started to cry as the second part approached, this one pressing the mangled dash and front end into Leland, crushing most of body. He howled in pain, tears flowing.

"Oh God... Oh Finn... why..." This part of the crushing ended, and now Leland was seriously injured. Suddenly, a single knock -rather, someone kicking the car from outside- become audible. Leland manged to pull himself up slightly to see Grem, who had climbed into the crusher, standing directly in front of the car, so close that Leland couldn't see his face and upper body, however, he was identifiable by the dark work clothes and the fact that Ace was probably too out-of-shape to climb into the machine like that.

"I hope it starts up right now and takes you with me." His voice was hoarse, sounding shot-out. He was still sobbing.

"You're really gonna hate this next part, buddy. I can't wait to see your skull burst, brains-"

"STOP!" Leland shouted.

"Please, show some humanity..."

"It's a little too late for that considering I'm CRUSHING you inside a car." Grem walked onto the roof and climbed out of the crusher. Once he reappeared on the balcony where he was before, the crusher started up once more.

This time, it came from above, a hydraulic panel flattening the car's roof. Leland thought for a moment, and decided to duck sideways, so that his head nearly touched what was left of the passenger seat. The idea was to deny Grem the pleasure of watching him get pulverized in full view.

He didn't realize, not even now that it would save his life.