Wisps of smoke ascended in lazy curls as the scents of sulfur, carbon and hot metal wafted through the air blending into one another.
At last, a long sigh dispersed the heavy silence. "Are you quite finished?" Garcia's smooth Mexican accented words rolled off his tongue as casually as if he were asking for a light.
"¡Pero, eso es imposible!"
"Órale pendejo, didn't anyone ever tell you? I'm bulletproof ese!"