Regenerator recovering from Captain Freedom’s sidearm

Freedom had enough sense to know anything that scared Stealth was something he shouldn’t be second-guessing.
He stopped in a shooting stance, pulled out Lady Liberty, and fired off three quick bursts with the massive handgun.
A handful of red carnations blossomed across the old man’s back and thighs. One grew out of his shoulder. He stumbled and flew through the air, carried by his own momentum and the impact of several twelve-gauge slugs at short range. His body crashed onto the pavement, rolled a few yards, and came to rest. It twitched twice.
…
He took a slow breath and tapped his earbud. “Seven, this is Six,” he said. “Be advised, target has been neutrali—”
The man rolled to his feet.

Excerpt From Ex-Communication, pg 360-361
Peter Clines
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