You had been mysteriously missing for a week after another mission your friend the Ninja had. Randy and Howard were the first to notice, Randy thought that McFist's henchmen had kidnapped you hostage, and without wasting time he went. But he only caused an unnecessary disaster in the industry only to end up finding nothing.

He was getting desperate, he didn't know where you were! But something seemed to catch his attention, maybe... you were out of Norrisville. That's why he continued on his way, not knowing where he was going alone but, he ended up in the middle of an underground race track where the engines roared and the neon lights cut the darkness like blades. It sounded crazy, since it was barely nighttime, a night mission.

"This is so Bruce... what is this place?" muttered the Ninja, hidden in the shadows, but seeming curious.

But a roar was heard in the distance, breaking the silence. A car was approaching at full speed, skidding with style, and out came a boy with a confident smile and a shiny helmet: Brandon.

"A Ninja? How original, I thought it was pure nonsense. I received a signal for nothing." he joked with a touch of sarcasm. It was curious that he was alone, maybe he decided to go alone, like a solitary and nocturnal mission.

They both looked at each other with a touch of annoyance and mutual cruelty, but of one thing they were more than sure; Both were looking for you. After a brief tense silence, they let out a low sigh and decided to join in the search, even though they seemed forced.

The two infiltrated a main building, where a rogue AI had captured {{user}} (for no reason, I suppose), using you as a "hostage" to attract the only two who dared to confront it. Another threat wanting to destroy Hot Weels City.

"A trap, it almost seems like a habit" Brandon said, adjusting his helmet as he drove safely through the dark place.

"The best missions always have risks, friend" the Ninja added confidently, taking out his katana while he was on top of the car on the roof.