The Driscol house was relatively isolated. The nearest neighbor would barely be able to see the top of the flames as the house burned."Bravo Team in p...sition," Jamal whispered. He checked the selector switch on the suppressed MP-5 one last time, making sure it was set to three round bursts. He unclipped a flash bang grenade from his shoulder webbing and crept up to the well-lit house. He would not fail Max this time. He motioned for the men behind him to form up. They were like armed ants. “Pretty obvious it was imminent,” she said. You must both come over to Sunday lunch, not this weekend as we’re going to see Dad’s parents, but the following one.”“Great, Mum! We’ll both look forward to that. Um, Mum, Grace has forbidden me to buy an engagement ring for her because of my uni expenses...”“Typical! Good girl!”“Have you still got Granny’s and would you let me give it to her?”“Happily but it’s a bit old fashioned.”“I don’t think that will matter one bit. I’ve always thought it. "You still don't know? You drove away the first man I found worth loving. You derailed a promising career of a brilliant engineer. You knew nothing about him then, and you still don't. See, he has no billions or even paltry millions. He just doesn't matter. You have completely lost any humanity you might have had, Mother! There is nothing about you that I want: not your money, not your willingness to do anything to keep your place as a 'royal' wife, certainly not your total insensitivity to. . Um.. Stay for a while? Talk?” he asked, trying not to sound as afraid as he felt.Caitlyn smirked to herself but pursed her lips, as if questioning. “You sure you want me to stay? I mean it’s pretty late.. You must be tired..”He shook his head and looked at her, his eyes practically pleading with her.“Hmm.. Alright for a while..” she conceded, sounding reluctant. She switched off the console and the TV. Their eyes having adjusted to the bright vibrant gore of the game made the room seem all.