World Traveller

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We landed in LA, now in my time, yet not my world. I could tell that McQueen didn't like that, I didn't either. But I had to keep my cover under all costs.
"And now we should find a repair shop for you. Your temperature is way too high than it should be, and I don't want you busted in any way."
I only got a huff in return, but at least he was nice enough to plan a route, that I now drove. It was refreshing to just drive without any mission or something like that. 'Ovaload' was playing in the background, keeping me relaxed. After ten minutes we arrived. I parked in front of the repair shop and got out. As soon as I had locked McQueen I got in.
Three or four people were currently working on the only car in there, an Audi A3. I leaned on the entrance and waited for someone not busy to ask if someone or me could take a look at the cooler. Five minutes passed until a guy, around thirty, came up to me.
"Can I help you?" he asked with a more grumpy tone.
"If you have time that is. I'd need an inspection of my cooler. The car has been getting way too hot while driving, and I doubt it's the water."
He did seem surprised to get so much info, but told me to just drive the car in. And so I did. All of them looked at McQueen, surprised and in awe.
"Where'd you pick him up? Ah, sorry, it."
"I got him from my dad as soon as I was old enough. Well, he certainly is old enough, too," I added with a slight smirk.
"You know how old he is? H-"
I cut him off.
"He's been built 1986. 33 years old and fully restored. Sport-chassis has been built in by us. I have filled up the water just a few weeks ago."
He was probably not prepared for so much info.
"Then I'd say something leaks. How old are the hoses?"
"Around six years old. Could it really be them?"
"Either that or one of the linking rubber parts. How old are they?"
"I can't remember.
"Then we should check on them. But first we need to wait for the engine to cool down."
"Thank you. How much will it cost?"
"Depends on whether or not we have to exchange one of the parts. Probably just an hour though, so you can lean back for a while."
"Yo. Will do, thanks!" and with that I walked to a nearby bench. I could see McQueen from there and could read a book. Which I did.

After an hour someone came up to me. It was one of the employees there.
"Ma'am, your car is ready. Some of the hoses weren't properly in."
I stood up and walked to the store.
"Thank you."
I smiled at him before going to who I had talked to before.
"I'm sorry, but what will it cost now?"
"Just fifty bucks."
It took me a few seconds to get what he meant, and I gave him the money.
"Thank you very much."
Then I got in and drove away.
"They wanted to steal me! Chlara, we have to tell the police!" I heard McQueen's voice. He sounded enraged.
"Wait, what? What did you hear, do you have a recording?"
He did. And the recording also told me that he wasn't the first nor the last. But me constantly watching them and being near there stopped them.
"Dammit... We'll go immediately, though how to explain the recording...?"
"Well, we probably should tell them about my AI. Then we'll see," his now calm voice told me.
It was kind of funny how he managed to calm me down with just his presence.
"You're right. Make a DVD out of it."
A few seconds and he told me:
"Done."
"Great. Do we have a case?"
"Yup. Look into the pistol-compartment."
I found it and put the DVD in. Just in case, literally. We continued to drive there.
"Chlara, wait. Look into the glove-box."
I did and found a new, no, my old Comlink and earrings.
"How did they get here?"
"Do you have ninety minutes? But jokes aside, Blackmill retrieved them and made us a new channel. You won't be able to be contacted by anyone else though, nor detected. Sorry..."
"Eh, it's not your fault."
I put everything on. Felt good.

Twenty minutes and we finally arrived. I parked, locked the doors and got in, WITH the DVD. I walked at the front desk.
"What can we do for you, ma'am?" a good looking woman asked.
"I nearly got my car stolen and overheard that it wasn't the first one to be stolen at that repair shop," I spoke with a calm tone.
She raised an eyebrow.
"Do you have any evidence?"
"Yes I do. May I speak to someone about this? It is rather... I can't think of an appropriate word."
"I'll try to get someone. If you could please sit down."
"Of course. Thank you for your time."