Removing the manhole and popping his head, "It stopped raining," stated Rath climbing out.

Helping Raven out, he returned the manhole. Standing in an alleyway, their hoods were pulled back and breathers removed.

"Glad those are off."

"Keep them close," stated Rath letting the goggles hang around his neck, "never when they'll turn the water."

Grabbing his arm, Raven kissed him.

"What's that for?"

"To add to the thank you."

"Lets get this over with," he said walking towards steps leading up towards two guards standing by two huge brass doors.

Walking up steps and before he could enter, two metal spears crossed in front of Rath preventing him from going any further.

"Have a pass?" asked one of the blue skinned sentry.

"What pass?" asked Rath.

"You did a pass to enter."

"Want would this pass look like?"

Pulling a paper from a pouch, "It looks like this."

Taking the paper, Rath studied the writing, "Grated by the Order of Tar-Paul, the Descender of the Heavens, Ruler of Weaker Souls Who Don't Deserves to Speak His Name, the One Who Protects Those Deserve His Protection, Can Enter."

Flipping the paper, "Someone got a high opinion of himself," thought Rath, returning his attention to the guard, "So this paper can let me enter."

"Correct."

"Does my companion," pointing towards Raven, "need one?"

"Yes."

"Just like this one?"

"Yes."

"Exactly like this one no added or subtracted words?"

Pulling another paper from his pouch, "Exactly like this one," holding it to Rath's face.

Taking the paper, "You're right, they're the same," putting both passes into his coat pocket, "Good day gentlemen," walked down the stairs then he turned around walked back towards the guards,

"Can I enter?"

"Do you have a pass?"

Pulling both passes from his coat pocket, "Got one for my companion to," handing them both to the guard.

Staring at the passes, "You can't enter."

"Why not?"

"Not signed."

"How do I get it signed?"

"Must see Tar-Paul."

"Can I see Tar-Paul to get it signed?"

"Go on in," lifting their staffs up.

Taking the passes, "Thank you," nodding his head.

They walked passed the guards.

"That was a waste of time."

"But amusing."

Ahead of them was a line of people.

Tapping the shoulder of the person in front, "Excuse me, what's line for?"

"To see Tar-Paul."

"Thank you," turning towards Raven, "Looks like we'll have to wait."

Entering Nevis's atmosphere was the crippled but still functioning cybertracker's mothership and it was heading towards Tar-Paul's palace.