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He watched them, annoyed. How could they be so…. Fine with being thieves? Fine with robbing a museum of his family's things? He watched them laugh and talk about what they were going to do with the money? Were they joking? Were they kidding themselves that he would actually let this idiotic girl and this man who was worth more than his weight in vibranium, and he had to know this. He had to know that there was no other way than to kill him.
And when he lugged his dead body onto the plane, he had to have known that Eric Killmonger wasn't joking. He felt bad for killing Felicity, but he knew if he didn't some drug, she'd get a hold of would. She was fun for what she was, but she wasn't much more fun after. She had to know that there was an end for them. That he served a purpose somewhere far more than her tiny mind would ever comprehend.
He relaxed as he soared across the lands in his plane. Taking in everything as he watched himself get closer and closer to Wakanda. His heart swelled with excitement, but his mind focused on the hate and the tactical version of his mission. This was his home and he intended to do what he wanted with it. After all it was all his father, his role model, his best friend, knew to educate him about. And he wanted to make him proud. Let him see their vision and bring to him a utopia under Wakanda's perfect sky.
When he landed, he took a moment and sat up Klaws body. "Bet you never thought you'd be here, again did you? Bet you never thought in a million years you would ever breathe… Well feel… Be touched by Wakandan air huh? Well Klaw my boy… You made it you worthless pig. And like me, this will be the last place you rest your damned head." He sacked him up and begin lugging him to the guards.
His fondness for his own victory was a bit obvious. He'd done something no other man in Wakanda was capable of doing and that had to show these guards some promise. Split them up and tear them down. Use his rank and make his world. His victories in Wakanda had just started and he wasn't about to let them go. Not now. Not when he was so close to something beautiful, something he could achieve in just moments.
When he got there the guards were stunned so much had happened in this day and their leader W'Kabi looked at him. "Who are you?"
He looked at him and with a small snicker he spoke, "I'm family."
"How did you get this?" He asked
"Don't worry about the details." He looked over to all of them and with his hands high he triumphantly shouted, "TAKE ME TO YOUR KING."
