Agent Smith putting Stealth in an extra deep sleep

He gathered Stealth in his arms, cradled her head, and looked up. The ceiling was about forty feet up. He glanced at her masked face, back up at one of the high girders, and threw her into the air.
Her cloak whipped around her as she soared upward. She rolled once, twice, and reached the top of her climb. Her knuckles rapped on one of the china-hat lights.
Then she plunged back down.
He flew up and caught her in midair. Her cape had wrapped around her like a shroud. She was limp in his arms. He put his ear close to her mouth and felt the same slow breaths.
“Damn it.”
He landed near the others and set her back down on her blanket.

Excerpt From Ex-Purgatory, pg 547-548
Peter Clines
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