Ross Voltron and Valentina sat at a private corner of the private restaurant, eating, whilst waiting for Ross's private jet to arrive.
"So you're saying you remember everything? The coordinates? The waypoint? You're not messing with me, Val are you?" He asked with a mouthful.
"Why would I be messing with you? Haven't I been cooperative since you forced me out of safety? If you don't believe me, that's your problem. I'm not going to beg you not to take me to the government of the States anymore." She shrugged, her tone a little haughty.
"Okay fine," his eyes went to the phone Katie had given to him, and he saw the private jet was almost arriving. "We have a few more minutes until we have to leave again. When we get into the PJ, you'll give the pilot the details he needs. You get everything you want in return."
"No, I need you to say that once I take you to project Blackstone, you will let me go."
