The Reaper's sons
"Woah, my guy, there's no need to insult me. For my part, I think I'm a pretty smart guy, so calling me stupid won't do anything."
I roll my eyes, grab the bag and throw it over my shoulder. The sun is setting; we have about five hours to get through this and return to the Invictus. "I didn't call you stupid, did I? Besides, you're not the dumbest person in the world, but you better hope they don't die because you're really darn close to taking the title. Drop this brotherhood shit and grab your bags; we're about to hit the road."
Fortunately, Wasp doesn't push his need to talk any further.