St George backhanding a super soldier through a wall

“Stealth is already in handcuffs and there’s a Black Hawk prepping.”
“In that case, captain,” he said, “for what it’s worth, I’ve been—” He coughed a stream of smoke and fire as another kick connected with his gut.
“What was that, sir?”
He rolled onto his knees and brushed the rifles away with a sweep of his hand. “I said I’ve been faking it.”
They had a moment to look confused.
And then St. George’s backhand sent Truman through the far wall of the lobby.

Excerpt From Ex-Patriots, pg 518
Peter Clines
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