During the night, a strangely shaped package was dropped on J's desk. The card read 'from Chaos, with love. Just to get you used to things.' The reverse of the label bore a web-address.. bad-dragon....
J regarded the package on her desk with mild trepidation. She was pretty certain of what she would find in there, and equally certain that it would be blue in color, because ‘Chaos’ and ‘subtlety’ were never to be found in the same vicinity.
Five minutes later, a single look between her face and the rudely-shaped package on the desk was enough to cause the summoned Dante to cough up a cellphone number.
[text] I hate to rain on your parade, Chaos, but I can tell you that it’s pretty much the same as it ever was. Neither blue nor scaly.
[text] However, you do seem hell-bent on getting your ass used to my boot.