' Cold weather makes people mean. '
Erik was right. He can feel the draft seep into his bones.
It's already dusk, 1935 hrs to be precise. Time for T'challa to move on
' Mi Breda, weh yu ah seh ? '
He asks as he sees T'challa get up.
' I have to get going. '
' Don matta who yu ah, where yu ah fom or wut yu don. Yu tek one step towards jah and he tek two step toward yu. '
' Thank you for the kind words. '
' Bless up ! Raspek . '
T'challa begins his journey down to the East African Hostel for immigrants who come to seek higher education. It's going to take him an hour. The sky is dark compared to the previous day when it was glittering with stars. The cold bites into his skin and feet. T'challa feels himself shiver.
He passes a bunch of youth on the corner smoking and drinking. T'challa is grateful for the blue Gatorade Jah man Kevin gave him. He can feel the adrenaline rush in his veins. Up a head T'challa hears a second set of footsteps. Trouble.
He turns around to see a young caucasian man with a switchblade.
' Give me all of your peas. '
' Just chill. '
' You fucking mad ? '
' I've got nothing . '
' Bruv, slide me your phone. I need the time. '
T'challa turns his pockets out. Nothing.
' Fucking immigrant. '
He angrily frisks T'challa. He feels his beads on his shoe string necklace.
' What do we have here ? '
Before he can think to snatch it a shot rings out. The roadman lays on the cold wet pavement dead. T'challa looks to see a disguised man in a blue hoodie. Ross?
' Big man , Let's go. '
' You got a place to recoup? '
' I have an old friend. '
' Let me get you there . '
When they arrive T'challa sees a lady leave the hostel. She grabs her purse in fear. T'challa tries to talk to her.
' Ew ! How do you know Siya? How is he related to a homeless bum like you ? Ew! It's giving brokie vibes. Uh-uh, I can't date a brokie. '
T'challa reminds her of his pending request.
' Oh yeah, let me call him. ' she takes out her android.
' Siya, come get yo bum ass uncle. '
You didn't think to tell me that you are related to a bum ? Boy bye, never ever EVER call me again. ' she angrily huffs away in a hurry.
Siyanda Shibala gets down he recognizes T'challa. He goes through a myriad of emotions. He starts to kneel but T'challa stops him. He nods at T'challa and they go into the building. Ross catches a cab to collect his car. He is going to be guarding the building all night.
Siyanda gets T'challa to his room and locks it. T'challa gets rid of his clothes and takes a shower. Siyanda makes a phone call to his roommate.
' Don't come tonight. '
' You got a peng ting ? '
' Look at your cash app. '
He hangs up. He's downtown watching the Laliga. He'll be fine in a budget hotel.
Siyanda orders T'challa a burger, fries, pie and a large shake. That's the only thing they can't mess up.
T'challa slips into fresh clothes and eats his meal. Nakia was right again about dropping a spy here in the UK. Near the UN building.
Siyanda is very busy creating new documents and printing out latex skin mold for hands and a face mask for T'challa. He grabs the make up kit and a wig. They grab breakfast at 0400 hrs and are out. Agent Ross steps out of his Red vitz, he offers to take them. He's always ready, with extra papers, heat and a small suitcase in his bag.
