Agent Smith flexing on St George

St. George stood up. “We don’t have time for this,” he said. “If you’re not going to help, that’s fine. I’m going to get the scavengers and the guards to start a search.” He headed for the door.
“I’m not done talking yet, George,” said Christian. “Could you stay seated?”
He stopped halfway across the room. The hero looked at the doorway, then back at her. He shuffled back and sat down in his chair.
She smiled and adjusted her tie. “Thank you.”
It was a broad, fake smile. She beamed it at him for a moment until his eyes widened with recognition.
“Yeah, I know,” she said. “It freaked me out at first, too.”

Excerpt From Ex-Purgatory, pg 560-561
Peter Clines
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