Hell, I'd have been surprised if the driver and guards outside couldn't hear it.
He began to type on the phone again:
Wanna know how we know they're there even with the smoke?
Once again I nodded and waited for the ashy brown-haired man to finish typing, and while I was waiting, my heart race only picked up again. All could hear was the blood pumping in my ears, the breathing of the two other bodies in the vehicle and taps of Lanz's fingers on the phone screen.
Lanz finally finished his essay or whatever he was writing and handed me
the phone: Notice how the security guards are wearing filters too, except me and the
driver?
Their filter works in a similar way to yours, so only clean air gets into their noses, as well as non-hazardous gases. The guards can smell the guys perfectly f
