A/n: It's been a while I know but hopefully this chapter will prove interesting enough to hold you guys over till the next one. I'll try to make it longer too, so don't hate me too much and try to enjoy the newest piece to my story. Reviews wouldn't hurt too much either.

D: I do not own any Jackie Chan Adventure copyrights.

Agent Finnley remained eerily still as he glared across the interrogation table. Captain Chan had given them all quite a scare earlier that morning; what with her dog practically tearing down the base in what they later learned was a mouse hunt. Still, with the chaos that Drago had caused only recently over and done with; Agent Finnley had been terrified to even consider a possible threat to their young captain.

Perhaps that is why when one of the men of the magic department (a rather large man whose name almost always seemed to escape him) approached him with a job, he had been all too eager to help him. Apparently the old man who headed the department thought there was a little more to the incident than a senile dog going crazy in his rodent hunt. Now Finnley had sworn not tell a soul, but he had his suspicions that the dragon youth himself might be involved.

That's why he was here after all; San Quentin supposedly had inmates who had worked under Drago in the past. Agent Finnley wanted to know what they knew before his Captain even came close to getting harmed. He was so absorbed in his musings that when a throat cleared loudly close by, he was more annoyed than he probably should have been.

Finnley looked up sharply, noticing with slight amusement that his action caused the other man to flinch. Not that he particularly cared however, it's not like he had wanted them to come. Damn magic men had no business being in an old-fashioned interrogation. He missed the days where magic had been ridiculous to even consider. Of course that had been before Captain Chan had taken charge; she had been the one who had created the Magic Department in the first place after all. Unfortunately for him however, she had also made it mandatory for its members to be present for all interrogations of magical personnel.

Finnley was loyal to his Captain to the end but magic was a different story. No matter what her opinion may be, magic was unnatural and so were the people who wielded it. Bombs and machine guns were more reliable; they didn't give you lip either, always a plus.

"Um Mr. . . Agent. . . uh Sir?" An older, slightly grayish man stuttered, re-alerting the agent to his presence. He must have been the one who cleared his throat.

"Finnley." He supplied curtly before returning his gaze to where it had been previously. He didn't want the man to think his chatter was being encouraged.

"Yeah, Finnley." Another one of the magic department's men, there were three of them, cut in rudely. "Care to explain why you're glaring down air over there? Our guy's not even here yet."

Finnley nodded briefly, truth be told he hadn't noticed that he'd been glaring but it wasn't like he was going to let this man know that. He had red hair, he noted with vague interest, perhaps he was Irish?

"I'm practicing," He told them with clipped tones, not even bothering to keep the cool demeanor from his voice. As far as he was concerned he could do this alone; these three were unneeded and unnecessary. He had heard they were ex-convicts too, not exactly people that he could bring himself to like very easily.

The three seemed to notice his mood and reacted in turn; as it was, they seemed to guess his motives pretty easily.

"Now look here buddy. . ." Red started heatedly only to get cut off by the third and final member; a man Finnley had deemed 'Glasses' due to the atrocious yellow eyewear that covered half his face.

"He's not worth it Finn," Glasses cautioned his fellow team mate, or Finn as he had called him. Finnley sneered at the mention of the name, disgusted that it was so close to his own, but made no move to interrupt the two. Seeing that the agent wasn't responding, the gray man that had addressed him earlier jumped into the conversation.

"Yeah! We knew that when we took this job, people would look down on us. We're not cons anymore and people respect us. Someday, even guys like him. . ." The gray magic man nodded in his general direction before continuing, "Someday they'll stop looking down at us and respect us too."

Finnley scoffed openly at their naivety. Once a criminal, always a criminal; surely they had figured that out by now. No one should buy that they'd change, not even themselves. They should just accept their fates and get on with it; heck maybe they could book themselves a cell down the hall. Still, whether they wanted to believe that nonsense or not; their loud rambling was beginning to give him a headache and he could've sworn he had heard a knock on the door. If he didn't wrap this up soon then he would come across as unprofessional.

"Touching," He sneered to the now scowling men, pulling a large folder from his jacket before pressing one of the buttons before him. The red light on the door turned green and the futuristic gears began humming, signaling that it would open very soon. Getting the hint, all three men jumped to the side and got into position. They didn't look like they were going to shut it any time soon though; meaning he would have to fix that fact before their mouths ruined his reputation.

"Look," He turned to eye the men with an expression that could only be described as loathing. "You are here to do your magic tricks and stay out of my way. No talking, no heartbreaking speeches, no nothing that involves you opening your dirty yaps at all." The magic men looked speechless; and, as Finnley was pleased to observe, the one called Finn was beginning to turn a shade even redder than his hair.

Agent Finnley smirked triumphantly, pleased to see they had caught on so quickly. "Good, we understand each other. So in that case you have two options: stay in here and stay quiet or leave when. . ." He paused to glance through the folder, "our 'Strikemaster Ice' comes in to join us for a chat. The choice is entirely up to you gentlemen."

As if on cue the high tech door parted and rose to reveal a stream of men. Several burly looking guards shoved an inmate with receding blond hair into the room; making sure that he was securely fastened to the table before making any motions to leave.

Wordlessly and with actions that screamed of barely suppressed rage, the one called Finn separated from his team and slipped out with the hoard.

'Oh well,' Finnley thought with an inward shrug, ignoring the shared looks of concern between the two remaining magic men. 'If you can't stand the heat, get out of the kitchen.'

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Finn stomped through the prison corridors; his vision tainted red and hands shaking viciously as he passed rows and rows of cells. Looking at them now nearly had him spinning back to the old days; back when he would have never been able to walk down these halls as a free man. Purely on habit his hand snaked over to the amulet on his chest, grasping it tightly in a vain attempt to calm his raging temper.

Images of that cop and his arrogant, belittling smile flashed in his mind over and over again; fueling and feeding his rage until all he wanted was to go back there and bash that smile off his face. Falling off the amulet and moving down to rest on the newt he always kept on hand, Finn was suddenly struck with how easy it would be to truly make that man pay. He wouldn't be smiling if he knew what Finn could do.

No, there was no way he could betray the old man's trust like that. The men around him, grasping on the bars, pleading for his attention, were exactly the type of creatures that he and the rest of the enforcers would have turned into had not the old chi wizard shown pity all those years ago. His hand fell away from his chi weapon the moment a large cop somehow blasted his way through the solid concrete wall not too far from where he stood.

The force from the blast was enough to pick him almost completely off his feet and smash him into the bars of a nearby cell. As it was, Finn was more than a little dazed by the time he felt hands reach in-between the bars and help him to his feet.

"Thanks," He let out with a rasp, turning slightly to see who his helper turned out to be. To be honest, it wasn't what he had been expecting; though maybe that was just him not expecting to see another member of the Ice Gang so soon after seeing their leader being escorted into an interrogation room. Dj Fist only nodded politely at his surprise, seemingly not having changed much on the talkative front, before nodding back to the cop in front with a 'you better pay attention' expression.

As if on cue, Finn spun around only to see the superhuman cop explode into a ball of intense flames. Gaping, the Irish chi wizard could only gawk as the flames cleared to reveal Drago, a dragon they all thought they had already seem the last of. Had the kid's time spell not worked?

"Aww," Drago breathed lavishly, seemingly taking in the prison amidst all the rubble and dust. "The good ol' slammer, nice to be back in a prison I can actually break out of." His eyes flashed to Finn suddenly, recognition flashing eerily in their amber depths as the chi wizard fought a shiver. "Looks like I've struck gold on my first try, lucky me." He grinned wryly and took a foreboding step forward. Frantically Finn searched for his newt, eyes widening as he realized the blast had knocked it out of his jacket.

"Gentlemen I have a proposition for yo-." Drago paused with a frown, his eyes finding the newt where it was strewn across the prison floor not too far from the two men. "Is that a chi blaster?"

Realizing what the dragon had seen, Finn followed the demon's line of sight and rushed over to the offending chi weapon. Only when he had a firm grip on the tail did he swing and point the dried lizard at his foe. Drago only raised an eyebrow, noting that Finn's grip was steady with an almost tangible air of experience.

"Well well well," He chided, hands almost casually bursting into flames. "I must say that the good side doesn't suit you Finn. You don't even want to hear me out?"

"I had enough of your kind a long time ago." Finn growled as his chi engulfed the lizard, causing it to glow. "Whatever you have planned isn't going to get past me."

Drago laughed, scoffing in a tone that was almost freakishly similar to the cop's from earlier. Two sharp talons clicked together and every part of Drago, head to tail, burst into a fiery ball of unstoppable flames.

Finn paled and all his taunts died in his throat. 'Well', he thought meekly, 'That's new.'