Finn McMissile

"LeLand Turbo, this is Finn McMissile. Do you copy?" *Finn hummed into his communicator while parked in a hidden spot on an oil rig, watching different lemon cars rolling about beneath, keeping a close eye on Professor Zundapp. His radio only replied with static.* "LeLand, it's Finn. Do you copy?" *Again, static. Then, the cars below him opened a crate of a red metal cube: a tire here, a license plate he recognized all too well. They had killed LeLand.*