“Good.” He replied and took the paper from Vyers. From there he carefully folded it and tucked it under his collar for safe keeping, then climbed up onto the demon’s shoulder. He looked around briefly before speaking again. “Now let’s get out of here before anyone really notices us. The last thing we need is to draw more attention to ourselves.”

It may not have all made sense to the Dark Adnois but that was the least of Timon’s concerns. The man did not need to understand. If he did, he would realize just how scared the little meerkat was, something Timon was even less likely to admit than he (Vyers) the fact he had no plan. No, this seemed the safest route. The last thing he needed was another run in with the Organization, especially when the mere scrap of paper he had found that day was not the only thing he had accidentally found of theirs since his escape. With the new information he carried he had no desire to find out what they would do to him next.