The White Wolf |MCU|1

fifteen

   "Erik Stevens," Agent Ross says as he paces in front of the holographic image of our guest.  Everyone has gathered in Shuri's lab, listening to Agent Ross.  "Graduated Annapolis age nineteen, MIT for grad school.  Joined the S.E.A.L.s and went straight to Afghanistan where he wrapped up confirmed kills like it was a video game."

   I shake my head as everyone starts sharing looks.  "I don't like this," I mutter to Shuri.

   "Tell me about it," Okoye mutters standing next to me.  We share a look before returning our attention to Agent Ross.

   "Started calling him Killmonger."  Agent Ross continues.  "He joined a J-SOC ghost unit.  Now, these guys are serious.  They drop off the grid so they can commit assassinations and take down governments."

   "And you just let him?"  I ask, drawing the attention of Agent Ross.  I take a couple of aggressive steps forward.  "How did he know where to enter Wakanda?  How does he know so much?  Did you know ab-?"

   "Kidara," T'Challa says gently. "Enough." 

   "No."  I snap as I whirl around to him.  I gesture to Agent Ross and the hologram of the Killmonger.  "We know nothing, have nothing on this man, this Killmonger, but his claims to be Wakandan.  And now this American agent claims to know him!  Some-"

   "Kidara, ngokwaneleyo!  Yima phantsi!"  Kidara, enough!  Stand down!  T'Challa snaps at me.  I take a step back with a growl, still glaring at Agent Ross.

   T'Challa returns his attention to the hologram of Killmonger.  "Did he reveal anything about his identity?"  T'Challa asks, stepping forward.

   Shuri nods.  "He has a War Dog tattoo, but we have no record of him."

   "I don't like this," I say louder this time for everyone to hear.  He claims to be Wakandan, but we have no record of him, that's not a good thing.

   Okoye grunts from behind me as everyone studies the Killmonger.