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Makena hopped out of the plane, just outside of the border of Wakanda. Erik dragged out the body of Klaue and Makena pulled her gun out warningly when one of the Royal tribes of Wakanda walked towards them, still staying in the border.
"What is this?" A man, Makena assumed he was the leader of this tribe.
"Just a little gift." Erik stated, unzipping the body bag, revealing Klaue with a bullet wound in his head. Makena noticed relief wash over the man's face, boy did Erik have this all figured out.
"Who are you?" He asked, speaking Xhosa. Makena understood as Erik had told her about the language and she made an effort to learn it.
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"All right, where am I?" Mr. Ross said, looking around Shuri's lab with confusion written on his face.
"Don't scare me like that, colonizer!" Shuri huffed, glancing at the man before looking back to her work. "What? My name is Everett." Ross stammered in confusion and offense.
"Yes, I know. Everett Ross, former air force pilot and now CIA," Shuri said, casually listing Ross's career.
"Right. Okay, is this Wakanda?"
"No, it's Kansas," Shuri replied sarcastically. Ross sighed, questioning himself on why he just asked that dumb question, "How long ago was Korea?"
"Yesterday," Shuri mumbled.
"I don't think so. Bullet wounds don't just magically heal overnight," Ross said.
Shuri chuckled softly, "They do here. But not by magic, by technology." Shuri glanced back seeing Ross look at her projects, "Don't touch anything. My brother will return soon."
