Stealth working around Agent Smith’s commands

The cloaked woman lunged forward, her fingers curling for a strike.
“Punching again?”
She stumbled in mid step and came to a halt. Her fists trembled.
Smith raised a hand. “Let’s calm down, okay?”
Stealth froze for a moment. Then she spun and her boot caught Smith in the gut. Air whoofed out of the other woman and she stumbled back. The cloaked woman followed through with a second spinning kick that cracked across Christian’s jaw.
“I am always calm,” said Stealth.
Smith coughed some blood and sputtered out two teeth. “Let’s stop all the violence, then, okay?” Her voice was slurred, but it was clear enough. “Could you help me up?”
She could feel Stealth glaring at her through the black mask. The cloaked woman reached down and pulled Smith up to her feet.

Excerpt From Ex-Purgatory, pg 604
Peter Clines
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