Grenville was sat in the Home Secretary’s chartered plane as they flew back to London, both men sat in brooding silence. Sillicoe was furious, he knew he was going to have a difficult time justifying the cost of this shit show to the Prime Minister and it wasn’t a conversation he was looking forward to. Grenville was sat staring out of the window, he knew it was over for him, Sillicoe had told him as much. Not only was he going to have to appear in front of the select committee and explain his actions, he was being held responsible for the injury of two of his men who were in still hospital in Edinburgh.
“You know the Reivers are probably going to sue the government for this, or even worse blackmail us.” spat Sillicoe. “More tax payer’s money down the fucking drain.”
