Persephone's frustrated exhale drew attention back to her, as the heat drained from her voice, "Yes, a little too close apparently," he traced her finger down the line of his jacket to the two new holes in the right side-back where rounds had passed so close they had passed between the open front, skimmed past his side and blown out the back of the overcoat, under his firing arm.
"Those bastard!" Incensed, Samson shouted, "They put holes in my jacket! This is my favorite jacket!"
A second frustrated exhale drew his eye from the fingers poking out the back of his overcoat back to her, "Watch your language, Samson. And don't think you are getting out of this so easily. I don't care about your jacket; I'm still disappointed in you."
"For what?!"
"Oh, would you two shut up!" Guillermo
