Present Day...
"Our moment of truth is nigh. Alas, my long-awaited insurrection officially begins in this moment. Jarred, Devon, Sven, Damian, Jerome... my brothers. From this point forward, there is no looking back. Boltarius and the world may be on our tailpipes, but we shall not allow them to catch up. We constantly stay one revolution ahead of them at all times. This is not a promise but a truth. We shall fulfill our destiny, become our best selves and live our best lives. To victory!" Nettes spoke.
"Hey, that's all well and good, but you should probably keep it down. We're trying not to get caught here." Jarred pointed out.
"Oh, right. My mistake." Nettes apologized.
"Do you have any idea when we're supposed to be beginning this plan of yours?" Jarred asked.
"In a moment. Have patience." Nettes told.
"I mean, I wouldn't have high hopes on the fact that he has one at all." Devon mocked.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Nettes barked.
"Well, you've neglected to tell us anything, so we have the right to assume that you don't have one... do you?" Devon interrogated.
"For the last time, can't you trust my intellect and have hope of a good plan incoming?" Nettes quipped.
"Nope." Devon denied.
"Nah," Sven added.
"Not quite," Jarred added.
"I'm tired." Damian whimpered.
"How is that relevant?" Sven perked up.
"Shut up, all of you. Jerome, Tell them the plan." Nettes asked.
"On it, sir," Jerome said over their radio.
"Isn't it fairly simple? Just 'borrow' some money and go?" Sven perked up.
"That's not the plan, you oaf." Nettes quipped.
"What is it then?" Sven asked.
"Will you shut up? Jerome has the details. Jerome?" Nettes advised.
"Okay, so just as these blueprints detail, we're infiltrating the Banque Nationale de Paris. We'll need two on the roof and two on the floor. The two on the floor – Sven, and Devon – are self-explanatory; they're the distractions. Meanwhile, the two on the roof – Nettes and Jarred – will infiltrate the safe itself located on the basement floor. Damian is on ground control, patrolling the area and notifying the other teams of potential bogies inbound." Jerome said.
"Hah, you got reduced to dead weight." Devon mocked.
"Aw, man. I'm dead weight." Damian accepted.
"Shh!" Nettes shushed.
"It's a fairly simple but dangerous plan, we'll need exquisite timing here. Any misplaced actions can cause us worlds of strife, arrest even." Jerome advised.
"Like that wasn't obvious." Devon scoffed.
"Seriously, shut up." Nettes scowled.
"One question." Jarred asked.
"What?" Nettes said, slightly antsy.
"How do we get onto the roof?" Jarred asked.
"With these..." Jerome said, prompting Devon to throw Nettes and Jarred a device each.
"What the hell is this?" Jarred asked.
"Grappling hooks," Jerome answered.
"Wait, seriously?" Jarred perked up.
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The Principles of a Grand Hunt // Part 1 - A Cars Story
FanficWelcome to the Grand Hunt! For the third part of 'The Dash to Victory' series, our favorite gang of talking cars are tasked with hunting down the elusive principal-turned-evil, Helmut Nettes. He doesn't make it easy for them, contorting their minds...
