~ Outside The Speedway ~ (Lightning McQueen x OC)

Chapter 13

I panicked internally.

Why, and I seriously mean why, the hell he needs, or even has in this matter, a gun strapped to his ankle.

No. Th- That's not right. I was clearly imagining things. I was tired and was filled with overwhelming emotions from the race, I had to have seen wrong. I took some deep breaths in and out to try and calm myself.

My leg bounced in anxiety.

...But what if I hadn't imagined it? What if something serious was about to happen, and I could've someway, somehow, prevented it?

Shit, this was a little confusing.

Ok, plan of action. I tell Lightning about what I saw, we go follow Chris, ask him about the possibility of him having a gun... on him currently, and blow it off because it was a big misunderstanding.

Let's just hope that's exactly how it goes.

As soon as I see the door open from the bathroom, I rush over to McQueen. I pull him aside, away from the groups of racers. He recognized my panicked look and immediately became worried.

"Is eveyth-"

"I think Chris has a gun. On him. Right now." McQueen's face twisted into a look of surprise and confusion.

"Uh- bold assumption, but go on." He said, shock still written on his face.

"I- I was sitting and waiting when he walked out the door, and it was weird, he looked worried. Serious, suspicious. When he stepped through the doorway, I could have sworn I saw a glint of metal a-and there was a short and sudden imprint against his pants that looked like the shape of a gun." I paused for a moment, trying to breathe while talking as quickly as possible. "Before I saw the imprint or glint there was a bulge near his ankle. I can't...," I drew in a breath again, "I'm not 100% sure I wasn't imagining things, but it felt real enough." I stuttered a little from the worry I felt.

Something about Chris handling a gun didn't sit right with me.

Lightning's face was unreadable, but his jaw was tense. He relaxed a little, looking like he had decided on something.

He walked over to the coat rack that was conveniently sitting by a closet a threw me my racing jacket that I had taken off earlier, while he zipped his own. He motioned for me to put my gloves on, and a second later we looked like we were going out on the track again.

He pulled me over to stand by the door and told me to follow his lead.

"Alright everyone! It has been a dear pleasure hanging out with you all tonight, but we have to leave now. Hope to see you all soon!" Lightning announced, waving to the other racers. I caught along and smiled, waving my hand as well. Mostly everyone waved back or shouted a farewell in some sort of form.

Hicks rolled his eyes and groaned loudly. Everyone looked his way. "No one cares McQueen! Get on with your life! Good-bye!" He whined, leaning weirdly against a wall. Clearly someone had been drinking.

No one paid any attention to Chick, and we left shortly after his 'good-bye'.

We stood outside the door, the security guards gone since everyone had already arrived. I check my phone that was in my pocket and saw it was 11:23 PM.

"Sooo... what are we doing exactly?" I asked. Some of the worry I felt left my body for a single second when I forgot about the situation we were in. It was all coming back now.

"Well, first off, did you see which way Chris was going?" He asked, looking to both sides of the hallway. One way led to an elevator and stairs, and the other went on for a long while. I didn't know what was at the end of that hallway, but it was most likely rooms followed by another elevator.