In a pizza parlor, bongo drums were played and bad poetry was read. Occasionally the customers had steel stomachs or no taste for the entertainment. In a booth sat a young man and young woman. Nothing strange about them at least compared to the other customers.

The young man wore a black duster and wide brim hat. A black satchel bag hung from his right side. Black pants and boots. The only thing not black was his dark blue shirt.

The young lady was dressed in black to expect for the white long sleeved shirt she was wearing. It was unbuttoned revealing a black camisole. The bill of her black baseball hat obscured the view of her purple eyes. Sandals were on her feet.

"Why do I always let you choose where to eat, Raven?" asked the young man.

"Simple Rath, you don't know any place to eat," remarked Raven.

"Know this jazz bar."

"What's your fascination with jazz?"

"It is the music of life. It can teach you about life more then any philosophy."

"I've listened to your CDs. It's not that impressive."

"Recorded moment, really no different then looking at a picture. Listening to it live that is when you learn why it is life with an instrument."

Before their conversation could go any further, Rath's eye widened and his head turned towards the entrance. An explosion interrupted Raven from asking what was wrong.

"Quarry neutralized, A21" stated the green armor.

"Actually who was you trying to neutralize?" asked the voice behind them.

Turning, there was their quarry with his hands behind his back. According to their intel, he couldn't fly, but there he was standing with air under his feet staring at them.

"The skull painted on the helmets," remarked Rath, "nice touch for cybertrackers."

Using the targeting scanner, yellow armor shot a net at Rath. He looked down and dropped. Slowly his descent to land on the roof top, he looked over his shoulder and saw the two cybertrackers heading towards him. Turning, he run as blasts, nets and metal darts missed him by inches.

"This is why I avoided dating," thought Raven as the smoke cleared.

There were no injuries, shock, but no injuries. Some thought it was part of the entertainment at least it was more exciting then the poetry. Raven's casual clothes were replaced by her uniform. Hearing sirens, she flew into the air studying the scenery. Hearing blasts and seeing damaged rooftops, she guessed the direction Rath went.