He unlocked the fence gate and Taylor pushed her bike through. She was wearing gloves and had a scarf wrapped around the lower part of her face."I don...t get sick," he replied."Must be nice," she said. "What kind of gloves are those?" Sparring gloves. Come on, it's cold out here."Scott jogged back to the door and held it for her as she pushed the bike inside. She followed him to the gym.He held up his fists. "Sparring gloves for the heavy bag. Heavy bag meet Taylor, Taylor meet heavy bag." Show. What’s more, once she’s consumed everything we possess, she’ll leave, taking her undead to demand the same from our previous partners.”Thomas leaned back, crossing his arms and meeting Jefferson’s challenging glare. “So what’s your proposal? Clearly you’ve already established a position, so why don’t we quit this pretense of wanting options. Is this a power play, an attempt to wrest control of the Collective? If so, what are you bringing to the table?”Jefferson squared his shoulders, marching. “Here lies our beloved: daughter, sister, inspiration. She now rests safely in the arms of God, all duties fulfilled. And yet still she strives to carry out God’s Purpose from beyond the grave. What greater victory can there be?”There was a gap, and then a second message scratched into the stone in smaller writing than the first.“In the end she led us to Grace. But for you who abandoned God, and who destroyed the only Grace to be found, the only way back to God will be through Grace. We pray. He had left most of his wealth to his son in trust, in the event of his death, and to Amanda, who was living in his country home at Barons Court. He did not need to work, but he reflected the money he was earning from the girls could always be given to charity.As he opened the envelope containing the cash Debbie had given him. His wife Sarah had unknown to him, been watching him from the doorway."Where did you get that from darling?" She asked.As Tony looked up at her, his heart as always.