It seemed that every time Ves visited Bentheim, he inevitably got shot at, had his ride hijacked, got hunted by a mech, or faced some other threat to his life.
Ves didn't treat his safety lightly this time. "Now that someone put a substantial bounty on my head, the best way for killers to go after me is by pulling something off in Bentheim."
"Meow!" Lucky bumped his paw against Ves in protest.
"Yes, I know that you've become quite deadly after all the meals you've enjoyed, but you're just a single cat. What if someone drops an artificial meteorite over my head? Can you claim to single-handedly intercept such a huge mass as it crashes down to the surface?"
"Meow-meow!"
"I know that it's far too ludicrous that someone can pull something like that off in a star system as heavily guarded as the Bentheim System. It's just an extreme example. That doesn't detract from the danger I'll face from determined assassins."
