Michael looked at the red coin in his hands. It had the symbol of the Association stamped on it, which was a weighing scale in the middle with laurels surrounding both sides.
He could tell that this wasn't made out of anything special. It didn't even have any special security measures to prevent any kind of forgery.
This was because the permit coin was merely a formality. Michael and the Reborn company was now in the logbooks of history inside the Association walls. That was enough to certify his permit. Anyone that tried to fake the coin would not be able to fake the paperwork created by the Association.
Now, Michael could establish his company inside Metropolis. He didn't even have to present his coin, as the Association themselves would verify this fact for him.
"Neat, thanks Claudia," he said as he started walking away.
"Wait, wait, wait! That's it? No celebrations, no nothing?"
