Agent Smith stopping Stealth from attacking him

“Stealth!” he snapped, holding up his hands. “You don’t want to hurt me, do you?”
The fist froze inches from his head. It trembled for a moment as she tried to force it through the air.
“Do you?” repeated Smith. He leveled his eyes at her. He didn’t blink.
“No,” she said. She opened the fist and let her arm drop to her side. “I do not.”
Smith brought his arms down. He adjusted his tie and smiled his broad, fake smile. “Good.”

Excerpt From Ex-Patriots, pg 477
Peter Clines
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