The Principles of a Grand Hunt // Part 1 - A Cars Story

Chapter 12 - The Spy Messenger

Several hours later...

Dash lined up his shot as perfectly as he could. He shut one of his eyes to line up the shot even better and launched an item in question directly between two trees; a rock. On cue, a bunker entrance opened up next to them.

"I still can't believe that's the secret entrance." Demetria laughed.

"I guess it's a rather exclusive process. Only those who don't overthink the situation can carry it out." Dash quipped.

"Mhm. Just get in." Demetria said, playfully hitting Dash on the rear bumper rather hard.

"Yeow! That hurt, you bi-... wait, no swearing. Gotta keep things PG!" Dash quipped.

"Yup. And you almost fell for it." Demetria joked, giggling.

Dash let out a restrained grunt as he led the way in. Much like times before, they were greeted with an almost pitch black hallway.

"Move aside, Mr. Stickers-for-lights. I got this." Demetria quipped, pushing herself past Dash.

Before she could do so, however, Dash turned his lights on, illuminating the hallway near-blindingly.

"Whoa, you have headlights?" Demetria asked, flinching from the bright light.

"Yeah? You know it's only old race cars that have stickers for headlights, right?" Dash quipped, looking at Demetria with concern as if she didn't know.

"Right, yeah. I knew that." Demetria acknowledged rather confidently.

"Mhm, sure you did." Dash nodded sarcastically, grinning.

"Just shut up and drive, racer boy." Demetria insulted.

They were met with a door once more. Dash looked over to Demetria and grinned, ready to lunge forward and barge through the door. However, she calmly opened it before he could do so.

"You're no fun sometimes." Dash grumbled.

"And you're impulsive... but I like that," Demetria smirked, stroking his tire.

"Hey, save Temptress for another time!" Dash said comically, whipping his tire out of her embrace.

Suddenly a loud crash occurred right in front of them, causing them to flinch and get into a defensive stance.

"AH!" Demetria yelped.

"Who's there?!" Dash barked.

"Leave the Premises!... oh, it's just you two. Thank the Manufacturer." Finn said, sighing with relief.

"Oh, Finn! Lucky to see you here, we were just..." Demetria hinted.

"Right, straight to business then. If you'll follow me." Finn nodded.

"Wait, she didn't even finish-" Dash began.

Finn swiftly ignored the two of them for a brief moment, promptly racing over to his main computer. He typed into the system what seemed like mindless jargon to the two lovebirds. The system pulled up a large number of security feeds and details of all airport entrants in France.

"Whilst you two were galavanting, doing only the Manufacturer knows for love, I managed to get into all the security feeds at every airport in France and survey incoming flights and passengers on said flights." Finn advised proudly.

Dash and Demetria rolled over to witness the intimidating amount of things occurring at once on the screen.

"Far out. How do you do this stuff?" Dash asked.