Agent Smith making St George release his hold

“Well … they want your power supply.”
There was a moment of silence. Then Smith felt the floor drop away from under his feet and the wall whirled around to slam into his back. The clipboard clattered away. His clothes were painfully tight. St. George had wrapped shirt, tie, and coat into his fist when he grabbed the smaller man.
“Where is he?”
“Hey, hey, hey!” Smith raised his arms as best he could in the twisted coat. He waved his palms. “I can’t … I’m not at liberty to say.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Ripples of heat and smoke flowed out of St. George’s mouth.
“I’m under orders not to tell you.”
“We are giving you new orders,” said Stealth.
“Look, it’s not that simple. I don’t like it either, but you need to see the big picture. You’ve got to calm down and listen if we’re going to work together, okay? You want to work with me, right?”
St. George loosened his grip and Smith slid down to the floor. “I’m listening.”

Excerpt From Ex-Patriots, pg 377-378
Peter Clines
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