Agent Smith stopping St George

Smith smiled at him. “You don’t think you can beat me, do you?”
The hero stopped in his tracks. Indecision flickered on his face. He glanced at Stealth, then at the soldiers flanking her. His brow knotted up in concentration.
Smith marched his group past the hero. He paused to give St. George a friendly punch in the arm. “I’m sure we’ll see each other again,” he said. “You’ve got way too much potential to be running around without guidance.”

Excerpt From Ex-Patriots, pg 573
Peter Clines
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