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2003 - Nigeria - Strike Force Gamma
"Erik!"
The cover fire shots nearly deafened her. He's not acting out the plan. He's never acting out the plan. An enemy solider lunges at her but the gun is quicker. There was smoke in the air. The tanks were burning. And bodies. More bodies than breath.
"What the hell?!" she yells as Erik turns around. He has that smug grin on his face. She has punched it off a few time's but he never really got the message. "Do you see what you've done here?!"
"Yeah . . . I completed the mission. That is the point isn't it . . . Princess?"
"We've lost more men than we needed to."
"They laid down their lives for something greater . . ."
"Shut up!" Phalaesia barks. "Alright? Just can it ok? They died because you shot them." He lifts an eyebrow, impressed but she's not done. "What did you honestly think I'd just stay in the warehouse and never once check in to see what you were doing?"
"If you start running off your mouth . . ."
"You'll do what?!" She laughs. "Going to kill me? Make me just another mark on that freak show you call a body, no. Because we both know the truth. You won't lay a finger on me as long as you think somehow that I can still be useful."
The tension brushes slightly from his eyes. But only slightly. "You don't see it now. But I'm doing this for you. I'm doing this to help you."
The boy cowers behind him and she flinches. No matter how much she hates them for what they did to her. No matter how much she despises the concept of Wakanda, one thing is sure. She did not intend for this to happen.
"Don't pretend you give a damn about me Erik," she growls. "The boy is coming with me. And there will be no negotiation."
"You're telling me . . ." He drags the boy by the scruff of his neck. A blonde haired, blue eyed boy, who's unfortunate enough to have abilities that make him interesting to the wrong people. "That if it meant a cure for you, you wouldn't let me take this pathetic excuse for a human? He's just one child."
"So were we, once!"
"No more nightmares. No more memories about a life that was never meant for you. Phalaesia - I know you. We're practically the same person."
That's what got her. If she ever did what he has done, she hopes someone would have put a bullet or three in her head a long time ago. "Are you deaf? I said there'll be no negotiation. Hand over the boy. Or I unleash hell."
"You wouldn't dare . . ."
It only took a moment of letting go for her eyes to burn. Purple like the vibranium drowning her body in a river of its own despair. Purple. For rage. And the air began to tingle and Erik's little facade began to slip.
"Do not presume to dictate to me, what I will and will not do."
The only sound is the pained cries of the boy. She has to be ready. She don't know whether he'll kill him. Or even try to kill her. But then, he yields.
"You win this round. But the battle ain't over." He kicks the boy so hard he lands in the dirt, sending him sprawling to her. "There's a special place in Hell for people like you and me!" He chuckles darkly.
"Then I'll see you there," she counters.
The last words he says before he disappears into the sunset, are words that burn themselves into the fibres of her mind.
"Or maybe I'll see you first."
In the dead of night she sits up. The salt is stinging her eczema. That's the second time she's been to the Ancestral Plane. No heart shaped herb. It always fascinated the King. Her ability to go to places not meant for her. But one thing is certain as she rinses the salt from her skin. There are skeletons in the closet. It took her no small amount of bribery to allow Agent Ross to let her accompany him to Basun. But there. There Destiny is waiting for her. And she will not be late.