Raphael has found himself in the familiar -- hated, hiding and in danger. The idyllic situation found among the imPorts, able to walk around with sun on his skin and go to the beach and maybe, you know, even date or kiss a girl...

....yeah, that's all gone. It's made him bitter. Now? He's picked up some of Julian's revolutionary fever and is fighting for 'his' people, ninja style. He doesn't bother with a 'no kill' rule -- they decided he was dangerous, so he'd show them just how dangerous he could be.

He's missing an eye now; twenty-five, in his prime, Raphael's personal war against the registration of imPorts is on, and he's not looking back. Not at all.