"That’s close enough." Vargas held up a hand, motioning for me to stop. At this distance, the sickly sweet smell of the rotting suit of flesh that he wore nearly overwhelmed me. I wondered if I was close enough to hit him with the spray—I’d tested the accuracy of the adapted nozzle and it was approximately one meter. Slightly more than one meter lay between us. I slid my thumb onto the nozzle, preparing to depress it. . .