Her eyes saw a crater where a several city blocks used to be. Materializing behind a mound of rubble at the edge of the crater, she peeked over the top of the mound. She didn't see a thing. She could still sense Rath, but still she needed practice to sense the green robot. Teleporting behind a small section of wall, she peeked around the corner.

Something touched her left shoulder. Not moving, her head slowly turned. A yellow armor right hand was on her shoulder. Following hand to the wrist, continued towards the elbow. Where the forearm ended, a black gloved hand gripped it. The hand belonged to a smiling Rath. His index finger to his lips stopped her mouth from moving.

"Rath, you're as immature as Beast Boy," she thought.

"It was pretty funning the scared look on your face," answered a tight lipped Rath, "Stay here," walking past her, "I'll draw it," dropping the arm, "Be ready."

"Maybe I'll let it shot him."

"I heard that."

"Get out of my head."

Sliding into the crater, Rath walked forward. Something shot towards him, using the blades from the yellow cybertracker's gauntlet, sliced through the net. Raven spotted it. It was standing on a ledge. In a blink, Rath appeared behind it.

A blade cut through its plasma rifle. Its wrist guards blocked his slash attempts. Moving the blades fast, nixes appeared on the armor. Eventually the black rubber between the armor got sliced through. Sparks appeared from these wounds.

Flying into a close range, Raven's open palm was ready.

"Now!" was heard inside her head.

Sending black energy, it engulfed the green cybertracker. It entered the sliced wounds. Unlike the previous time, it did blow up.

Catching the falling Rath's hands, "What was that?" she asked.

"Cybertracker," he answered touching ground.

Landing in front of him, "Why were they after you?"

Pulling something out of his coat pocket, "Lets find out," flipping open a panel on a severed forearm.

Removing wires from his wrist computer, connected them to the other wrist computer.

Pressing buttons on his wrist computer, "Wait for it," he said.

Before she could ask, something busted from the ground. It was a small spaceship hovering over a hole in the ground.

Disconnecting the cybertracker's wrist computer from his, "Find a barrel, Raven," he said walking towards the ship.

"And if I can't."

"A trash can, will do."

She flew off with ruffled feathers.