"The hell?" Vesper murmured in confusion as she read the message. She wasn't sure whether she should feel threatened or be pissed off. But the fact that the criminal somehow tracked her down, and knew when to catch her back at the Ares building made her wonder just how much this thief knew.<br/><br/>One thing was for sure: She wasn't going to invite the dwarf to some place she really loved and forever taint it. And while it was tempting to invite the infiltrator to a place where she could easily shoot her in the head and be free of having to look over her shoulder, that plan could easily backfire. It needed to be a brightly-lit public place that'd strip a thief of their advantages. Someplace relatively safe and with a tough policy on firearms. Someplace like The Landing Strip.<br/><br/>A minute later, the reply was sent. "The Landing Strip at nine. And what's your angle here? Didn't you already get what you wanted?"