Shaking dust off her cloak caused her to sneeze, she continued walking until a white metal paper screen appeared. Pulling back her hood, her fingers unsnapped the fasteners on her cloak. It fell to the floor. Her boots came next. Slipping out of her uniform, it joined her cloak and boots as a bundle.

Pushing a pedal with her bare left foot, the lid to a cloths hamper flipped opened. The bundle went into clothes hamper. Removing her foot from the pedal closed the lid. What happens to the bundle, she didn't know. Just that they will appear in her closet cleaned.

A dirt streaked face stared back at Raven in a mirror. Soreness and fatigue was how she felt. Still she was felt proud. Rath's methods of training were grueling and unpredictable. After a few setbacks, she learned a lot. Not on fighting, but more about Rath.

Sighing, she missed the Titans. She needed to talk with Rath about her going back to the Titans. But first, a shower was needed.

Sliding the screen door open, a shower head and knobs were revealed. Closing the door, she twisted the knobs counterclockwise to get water from the shower head. After a couple attempts, she finally got the right water temperature. Stepping into the water stream, her bare skin was soaked.

Covering her skin with herbal bathing lotion, the water and soap washed the dirt off. It wasn't like the blueberry shower joke that the Titans gave her one time. Of course, she got even.

From a hidden camera, they watched her reaction. Like that shower, she was being watched. Sliding the door enough to produce a crack, she saw her arm crossed observer sitting in a chair.

Sliding the door just enough to allow her head to stick out, "Enjoying the show, Rath?"

"Yes, enjoying your silhouette."

Sliding the door all the way open, "How about this?"

"Nope, a rerun."

Motioning with her index finger, "Come here."

Getting up, he cautiously walked towards her.

Stopping with his hands behind him and bending until his face was inches from hers, "Yes?"

Grabbing his shirt, "Close the door behind you," she whispered and pulled him into the shower.

This shower was going to be a better experience then that blueberry shower.

Passing Mars, the ship was continued its beeline towards Earth. On the bridge the cybernetic crew continued their duties. One in orange armor stared at a screen. Its two lifeless eyes inputted the information that appeared. The door slid open behind this observer.

"Report, X209."

"Well Y24, our arrival to the primitive of planet of Earth where the quarry was reported to be at is within 5 hours."

"Any hostiles?"

"If the intel is accurate, the metas shouldn't be a problem. They're class 3-5. Those that qualify class 2 are few at best. Class 1 are rarer."

"So no trouble just an easy by the book mission?"

"Correct."

"Turn on the stealth drive. Even if their weapons are lanky don't want our presence to be known."

The ship passed by the moon without notice. In stationary orbit, the main ship stayed as an undercutter left the cargo bay. No alarm was given as the ship entered the atmosphere. It looked like a shooting star. The navigation computer sent the cloaked ship towards a city called San Francisco.

The layered armor plates started shifting. Drilling through concrete, it rested in a sewer line. A doorway opened. A walkway slid towards the ground. The ship's two occupants followed the walkway. As they walked away, the walkway slid back into the ship and the door closed.

The two walked towards metal ladder rungs. They followed the rungs out of the sewer. Taking out the radar, they typed up the last recorded life force of the quarry.

Stepping out of the alley, two long haired hippies spotted them.

"Hey dudes, where's the com-con at?" asked one hippy.

The blast from two plasma rifles was the answer. They continued walking into the direction the radar indicted.