Gah… you know it: I do not own Storm Hawks… If I did, I'd be making plans for the next episode, not wasting time with fan-fictions… Enh… Yah… Maybe I would…

Your question will be answered here, Eldonyx.

Sorry for the slow update… School.

Chapter 4: Precinct

"No!" Piper and Derek yelled while the others scrambled forward.

"Wait… Stand back." Derek realized something.

A silver burst of light shot up the vent and Spytfyr came up and out after it. Silver, crackling wings accompanied her and with Aerrow riding on her back.

"I should really remember that was there." Spytfyr looked put off as she inhaled deeply.

"How did you do that?" Aerrow wheezed, blown back by the backlash of falling to flying.

"The platinum draconium in my bones… The same thing that's allowing me to talk to you…" Spytfyr also seemed breathless. "Hial, Nial, and Indygo have to wear platinum armor to talk to humans…" She inhaled deeply again to regain normal breathing.

Hial snorted, and took off a plate with the Streak's insignia on it. She tried to speak, but it came out in draconian: a deep, rumbling roar. She replaced the platinum-colored plate to her side. "See… Platinum draconium has quite a few uses… but translation is the topmost. But there is one more great use… Trans—"

Spytfyr put a paw over Hial's mouth. "That's a new breakthrough… it's unstable unless it's on a platinum dragon." And quietly to Hial, "plus, they don't need to know all the uses of my bones. That way…" She pointed to the right with her other paw.

The clanking of armor and scales on metal didn't make as much noise as any of them would have guessed. The sound seemed to be mulled over by the thick walls surrounded by other ducts. And the armor on the dragons seemed to be very light, only a few plates.

Junko's hoof-like feet only clanked on the aluminum alloy when he went too fast. He was probably the most eager to find his best friend again. For some reason, he hadn't spoken much since they landed. That was to be broken. "Umm… Where are we?" He hissed.

Spytfyr checked the air duct sides and ceiling. "Good question. It's been months since we last busted Indygo out. She's always seems to be the one to get maimed, hurt or captured. Hey, Hail, can you remember—"

"Halt!" A voice echoed down the corridor.

"Oh crud…" The dragons growled in unison.

Spytfyr jumped up and brought out her blades from behind her back. Purple energy swirled up around her. She began spinning as she fell, and hit the guard in the chest, sending him backwards.

Without even being hit, Aerrow let out a low, long groan. All of the travelers' attention switched to him.

"What's wrong?" The red and blue dragon asked.

"Nothing…" Aerrow lied.

"Cell block err… 26. I think, from the guard's uniform number." The draconic driver reported.

"Here, put this on." Spytfyr tossed the uniform to Aerrow. She had apparently left the guard in his underclothes. "You seem to have a way with hiding your armor under tight clothes."

Aerrow groaned, then had a new idea. The dragon probably liked him.

Precinct Cell #2695

"That's it. We're out of here."

"How? Spytfyr'll come."

"Who?"

"My Sky-knight."

"If only mine would come too."

"I'm sure he will. Spytfyr has a way with other Sky-knights." The blue dragon's voice seemed to have an emotion: pride. "What the hell, I'm Indygo, sharpshooter for the Streaks. And you are?"

"Finn, sharpshooter of the Storm Hawks."

"Really?" Excitement now filled her voice. "I'm jammed in a tiny Precinct cell with the sharp of the 'Hawks!"

"Hey!" A cutting voice sliced into the cell. They looked out.

"Not you again!"

"Who?"

"Get away, Penn."

"Ah, a crystal dragon… well, well, well. Sister of Krystall? Perfect way to lure the crystal Booster."

Indygo lowered herself to the ground and growled.