“The Tibetan Monk-Snake is far too talkative for secret messages,” Monty said with a grin, tapping the side of his nose. “The Mamba du Mal is far more capable. And deadly! No one would want to near such a creature. It’s simply perfect.”

He was a bit talkative that evening, though who wouldn’t be? The VFD now had their very own headquarters. Tonight was a night of celebration, of victory! And, it was only beginning.

“Of course, the winged lizard is far too excitable-” he continued, tapping the handheld masquerade mask to his chin. He could continue on the entire night about reptiles, were he given the chance. Even if no one was listening, really.