Agent Smith making Stealth drop her gun

“Oh, God!” Christian screamed. She grabbed at her head and her fingers came back wet and red.
“Turn around. Get on your knees.”
“Please don’t kill me,” Smith begged with Christian’s voice. “Please. I never meant all those things I said about you and the others. I was just angry. I didn’t—”
“Silence.”
“I don’t want to die!” she wailed. “I don’t! I don’t think you can hold that gun, do you?”
Stealth’s arm dropped and the pistol clattered on the pavement.
“Gotcha,” grinned Smith.

Excerpt From Ex-Purgatory, pg 603
Peter Clines
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