Agent Smith testing his powers on St George

“Hello,” shouted the man in the suit. He stood on the pavement by the Black Hawk. The soldiers had moved forward, still sheltered by the helicopter’s armor but still flanking the man. “I’m John. It’s good to see you.”
“You too,” called back St. George.
“Mind if I come a little closer?”
“Not at all.”
“What if we meet halfway?”
St. George gave a nod. “That’d be fine.”
He could feel Stealth’s glare on him. “You do not need to agree to his every request,” she said.”

Excerpt From Ex-Patriots, pg 166
Peter Clines
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