I stared at the massive snake, my brain helpfully converting its size to something I could understand. Forty feet long. About the length of a school bus. Body as thick as a sedan. So basically, we were dealing with a giant murderous Camry that had eaten a school bus and found a way to digest the metal.
"That's a big fucking snake," I whispered.
Misato's head turned just enough for me to catch the death glare.
"Thank you for that astute tactical observation," she said, her tone dripping with enough venom to match the serpent we were hunting.
Belle was already doing math, her lips moving silently as numbers added up in her head. The gleam in her eyes said she was tallying credits, not monsters. "Silver-tier core that size is worth at least fifteen thousand. Maybe more."
"Split five ways, that's three thousand each." Jordan's voice was so flat he might have been reading a grocery list. "Almost makes dying worth it."
