Katnappe shook and rocked back and forth. Ashley, that was her name and although she wasn't completely herself, she knew that much at least. She missed Jack. She had spent the best part of five years as a spy for Nihon, working alongside Jack, someone she had known most of her life without ever giving a second thought until he wasn't there anymore.

She looked around the small circular dungeon. The walls were damp and moss was growing in green clumps. The floor was inches thick in dirt mixed with the moisture from the walls to form one large muddy puddle. Thrown on top of this was lays of straw in increasing stages of decaying and rotting away into sludge. The smell was revolting as you opened the wooden door from the puddles of stagnant water, rotting plant life and decaying corpses of rodents.

Food and drink were thrown through in small quantities every other day. It was up to the prisoner to make these pitiful supplies last until their next meal. The smartest of the prisoners would eat the food and savour the water for as long as they could to keep themselves alive. If prisoners were lucky they would be give a blanket to keep themselves from dying of cold. But only if they were lucky.

Ashley was one of these fortunate individuals. Chase Young considered the information she could give them too valuable to waste through something as pointless and as careless as death. He understood these pitiful mortal necessities.

Ashley shivered as she heard another prisoner calling out in a pitiful attempt to call attention. They were asking for water. Apparently who ever was in their cell with them had collapsed and needed water desperately. She knew that the same pathetic amount of food and drink was thrown into each cell no matter how many prisoners it contained. She was lucky enough to have a cell to herself meaning she had more food and water than those in the other cells.

She staggered to her feet and looked down at her cup. She had had a drink yesterday. A full cup that she had saved so she could make it through the day. She was sure she could survive without. She looked out and saw it was a man about her and Jack's age standing in the cell. The guard was ignoring him.

"Hey!" He shouted, "This guy's only a kid. Come on, he needs water!"

The guard didn't move, but Ashley knew this guard. His eyes twitched as he was becoming worried. Unnecessary deaths were supposed to be avoided. However, extra food and water was also forbidden. This guard was the nervous type. He had joined out of fear of Chase Young, not out of loyalty. This was good; it meant that she could persuade him to do almost anything … except let her go.

"Hey," Shouted Ashley, hoarsely, "You!"

The guard jumped and looked around at the new voice.

"Are you death?" Asked Ashley, "The guy needs water!"

"I'm not allowed to give extra food or drink to the prisoners. He'll have to make do with what he's got!" Snapped the guard (Obviously having a bad day).

"Give him this," She said, putting her hand through the bars with the full cup of water clasped in her fingers.

The guard hesitated. He didn't know if it was permitted or not. However, he had been told that deaths were to be avoided if possible.

"Well? What are you waiting for; to see if it can levitate it's way over there? Hurry up!" snapped Ashley in the same way she used to order these guards around.

The guard jumped again and walked over. He took the cup from her hand and walked back. He handed it to the man through the bars and he ducked down for a moment. Ashley heard him saying something, not loud enough for her to hear from the cell. He must have been speaking to whoever had collapsed. A minute later he appeared in the small window again. The guard took the wooden cup back over to Ashley who dropped it on the floor where it made a sickening 'squishing' noise.

A gong sounded from somewhere. It was the changing of the guards. They had about five minutes before the new guard arrived. The two figures looked at each other through the bars. Ashley looked into the dark face of the person she had just helped out of her own accord. What had happened to her recently?

"Thanks," He said, smiling at her.

"Yeah, right, whatever." She said, always being uncomfortable with being thanked, "Is your friend okay?"

"I don't think so," He said, "He passed out after having a drink. I think he's got blood poisoning. He's got this cut on his leg and it's not looking good."

"If I could give you my supply of drugs I would, but I already used them." She said.

He smiled softly, then shook his head.

"I … I don't think he's making it out of here alive," He said, "It's not right … I mean he's only about … seventeen/ eighteen."

"I wish …" Ashley hesitated, "I wish I had done something about this while I still had the power. I mean I was working undercover and … I should have done something before I was found out. At least then I would've been found out for a decent reason."

"You were undercover?" Asked the man.

"Yeah … for The Rebellion." She said, "Well not a first. At first I was on this side purely for the thrill of it. Then it just … went too far. All I ever wanted was to be thief, y'know? I never really wanted to be evil. I just wanted free stuff. Then it all started going too far and … I just decided to do something decent for a change … I mean … I've felt really guilty for ages now. I was the one who let Wuya out of the puzzle box after the Xiaolin Dragons defeated her."

She glanced up at the figure standing in the doorway of the other cell. He was watching carefully up until the last part then he looked almost glad.

"You knew the dragons?" He asked, "As in Clay, Raimundo, Kimiko and Omi?"

"Yes, I was one of their many enemies, but I wasn't that evil!" She added hastily.

"I knew those guys! I tried to find them after Chase Young took over, but he found me first. I was his apprentice for a while before Omi showed me he was evil … then Omi joined him …" Said the guy, looking at the floor.

"Actually, Chase young tricked him into swearing his loyalty and now Omi has to serve him." Said Ashley.

"What's your name?" Asked the man.

"Ashley … or Katnappe when I'm stealing stuff." Said Ashley, "What's yours?"

He was about to answer when the new guard arrived and slammed his pistol on the door to make him back off. Ashley retreated back into the cell. She had made a friend in the prison. This was the first step to finding her way out of here. After all, teamwork always worked for the dragons …

The yellow cat prowled up and down waiting for the witch to come back out of the hiding place that Katnappe had located for them. Wuya ducked back out from under the boulder, which slid up and out of place to reveal a passageway.

"Empty!" She snapped, "It's not their base. It must have been a storage facility of some sort that they cleared out before leaving!"

The cat growled and turned angrily away.

"Don't blame me!" Snapped Wuya, "Katnappe lied to us! I doubt she's even really insane, she's probably pretending to make us believe that she's not really there so we won't keep questioning her."

The cat growled again and scratched the ground with its claws.

"Well Omi," Said Wuya, "It seems that we've failed again. We'd better go question her again."

The cat hissed.

"You have a better plan?" She snapped.

The cat didn't answer obviously but started the run towards their ship. It went in long leaps, which shook the ground. Oh how Wuya longed for the days when he was small enough to pack him into a suitcase and leave him there.

Ashley was lying on the floor of her cell, looking up at the ceiling when she heard a voice.

"Ashley!"

She got to her feet and looked around. She walked over to the cell door and looked out through the bars. That guy was looking out again. The guard was sat on the ground, obviously sleeping. Idiots. She never stood for that when she was commanding them. Obviously Wuya couldn't handle the job on her own.

"Hey Ash. You alright?" He called to her.

"Yeah, just trying to figure out how to get out of here. You?" She asked.

"More or less the same." He grinned at her, "I'm Jermaine, by the way."

"Jermaine … where are you from?" Ashley asked.

"New York." Said Jermaine.

"Have you ever met Jack Spicer?" She asked.

"Complete jerk," Said Jermaine.

"No he's not!" Said Ashley, "Well … yeah he used to be before all his 'evil' got removed."

"Omi and I kicked his butt at basketball when we first met him." Said Jermaine, smiling at the fond memory.

"I've known him most of my life, he was the other spy here." Said Ashley, "She got caught at the same time as me and ended up getting broken loose by the cowboy."

"Clay? He was the one who smashed the wall up at the other end of the dungeons?" Asked Jermaine.

"That's his style alright," Said Ashley, "He didn't know I'd been caught though. So he left with Jack, but I ended up staying here."

Jermaine watched her face carefully.

"They tortured him half to death. He was unconscious when Clay busted him out." Said Ashley.

"That's got to have done something to him," said Jermaine.

"It hasn't done anything to me," said Ashley.

"You were …"

"Spy, remember?" Said Ashley, "They want information, but I'm not giving anything to them! They didn't do anything for me, I'm not selling out Jack or the others!"

Jermaine smiled at her.

"Now I believe you," He said.

"Believe what?" Asked Ashley, confused.

"That you're not evil." He said.

"No, I'm not evil …" Began Ashley.

The guard spluttered and opened his eyes sleepily. She got up and Ashley backed away from the door. The guard walked over with the pistol fully loaded, safety off. He glanced in. He couldn't see her anywhere. Where had she gone? He opened the door and looked in. the door closed behind him and he felt hands either side of his head. His neck cracked, but he wasn't alive to now that it was broken.

Jermaine watched her leave the cell, swinging the keys on her finger.

"I'm not evil," She said, "But I'm not good either."

She opened the cell. Jermaine stepped back as light flooded the chamber. Ashley walked in. She was wearing a tattered black, skintight suit. Her blonde hair was hanging in dirty braids. She ducked down next to his cellmate. Jermaine hadn't checked to see if he was okay since giving him the water and now it was too late.

He heard Ashley swear under her breath. She sighed and stood up.

"He's gone," She said.

"Well there's not much point in waiting around here to be found," Said Jermaine, "We'd better get going."

Jermaine picked up the keys off the floor. Ashley looked slightly confused.

"If we can save anyone else, I'm going to." He said.

She looked like she was going to argue, then sighed and nodded. What a time to grow a conscience.

Omi grew and his fur shrank away. Then he was standing, still bald, but a hell of a lot taller. His eyes were still shining red from the control that Chase Young had on him. He looked around the cells. Two prisoners had escaped. This was not good. One of them was their main source of information. His master would not be happy about this. Not one little bit!

A part of him had jumped slightly when he had heard the names of the prisoners. Katnappe and Jermaine. The name Jermaine he knew, but he wasn't sure where from. It was like he knew it from a past life, but he would never have betrayed his master by joining the other side. That is quite ridiculous. So where did he know that name from? Why was he wondering about this at all? What was his memory trying to tell him?

Omi frowned and went to go and tell Chase Young, his one and only master. Master Fung. Wait, no, that's not right! Who's Master Fung? His master is Chase Young. Chase Young. What's wrong with him lately? His mind was all over the place. This was not good for a loyal subject. He had things to do. People to capture. Spies to seek out. He couldn't waste his time thinking about imaginary people in a moment of random confusion.

(A/N) I decided to break away from the other dragons and see what's going on with the other people in the story. I had no idea what I was going to do with this chapter and then I remembered that Kosmic said something about Jermaine being part of the rebellion. I didn't want that because I wanted it strictly within the temple people, but I liked the idea of putting him in and I wanted to show what was going on with Katnappe. So thanks for that idea!

This is my last update of 2005! O.o that's weird. Anyways I hope you're enjoying this and please tell me what you think.

Lots of luv, Becky.