Chapter 26
Equus was far from amused by the insult.
"What do you mean I'm a coward? I just don't want to end up like those fools who jumped around like clowns and then vanished without a trace—not even a scrap of their bodies was ever found!"
Bravus took immediate offense.
"Clown, you say? Sounds like you're telling your own story. Don't you have a mirror at home?"
Equus just shook his head. Deep down, he was talking about his own past—not just his, but also Hank's, who had died because of a plan Equus had came up with.
Bravus, already irritated, now burned with rage. Equus's words made him feel like a clown—and he hated that more than anything.
Seeing that Bravus was about to blow up, Equus quickly stepped back to put some distance between them.
"Fine. Say whatever you want. But I'm not getting involved in your little 'game plan.'"
Instead of calming down, Bravus exploded.
"Game?! Did you just call it a game?! Equus, are you looking down on me?! If you think you've got a better plan, go ahead! Let's see if it's better than what you're calling a 'game'!"
Equus regretted speaking. He hadn't expected Bravus to take it that personally. But to him, calling it a "game" wasn't an insult—Clayton was dangerous. He had taken down Hank, a trained killer. If that was possible, what wasn't?