The two crept in darkness toward the warehouse hideout. Then Hank froze. Burt stopped.

“Can’t remember the password.”

“What?”

“It’s some animal, starts with ‘m’.”

“Monkey?” Burt offered.

“Something like mammoth.”

“They’re extinct.”

“Thanks, Dr. Einstein. Still could be,” Hank snapped.

“One chance or else,” Burt warned.

“I got it.”

“Bet you don’t.”

“Do too.”

The pair stood at the steel door. A head-high slot slid aside. A disembodied voice spoke.

“Password?”

“Marmoset.”

A loud clap ensued. A small hole blossomed in Hank’s forehead. He slumped down. Burt leaned.

“Marmot.”

The door cracked open. The voice.

“Drag in Hank please.”