We were introduced to the Wakandan ambassador - Tumba; a middle aged man picked by T'Challa's father T'Chaka to serve abroad. To keep things simple with others Peter and I just used our real names (the multiple superhero roles we now played could get real confusing, real fast!). "I've heard much of what you have already done for this world Miss Diana. Thank you again." "Thank you sir. Our only regret is that we could not meet sooner, and under better circumstances." He nodded/made a sound of agreement. "We appreciate Shield's prompt intervention into this matter. There is already enough tension in the world, and despite the king's desire to open Wakanda to the world...it does not seem to be doing much." "We must have hope regardless mister ambassador." "I've heard you are centuries old..." "Five thousand two hundred and thirteen, sir." He laughed. "An old soul indeed. And a traveler of universes." "Yes." "So you've seen it all then." "I've seen much, but surprises can always occur." He nodded. "What do you both make of this then?"
Our suits had already scanned over the intel at super speeds and conveyed it to our godly minds at similar speeds, as we could easily handle that. Peter said, "It looks like an inside job to me." Tumba frowned at that. "From our own people?" "Yes sir." Peter walked over to a computer and brought up the hacking code. "These guys were good whoever did it; they even masked their hacker signature with fake others. But our suits were able to break through them to show this was not the case." Tumba sighed as he looked at the lines of code. "I served in Wakandan intelligence before joining diplomatic service. You are most correct Mister Parker. The king must hear of this." "Sir, is there anyone you suspect of doing this?" I said.
He thought on that a good moment; there seemed to be only one answer. "The Crocodile cult." "I don't follow," said Peter. "As you may know Wakanda has powerful magic and spiritual beings comparable to your Olympians; which are based on the ancient Egyptian gods; the Heliopolitans. There are many such cults within Wakanda's borders. The crocodile cult follows Sobek - god of crocodiles and rivers. They are one of the oldest and most forgotten of the Wakandan cults. It has been long prophesied by our mystics that Sobek would seek revenge for being forgotten. His revenge is mostly directed at Bast, the panther goddess, and dominant deity of our pantheon." "And source of the Blank Panther's power," I said. "Correct." "Sir, are you aware of the Mandarin situation?" "Yes; a malevolent being to be sure." "It is possible Sobek could be allied with Mandarin?"
My question hung in everyone's minds for a moment. There was no proof but where people only saw coincidences I only saw patterns - in this case spiritual ones. The enemy of my enemy... "It would seem to make sense. Our rich vibranium deposits would serve a communist army very well - even more so when it is directed by a demon like the Mandarin." "And if Sobek is a key internal ally of his..." "My gods...yes. Wakanda could be destroyed from the inside out. Excellent reasoning wonder woman. I must speak to the king." "Of course sir."
Hill joined us; we got her up to speed. "This changes everything if it's true, which we have to assume the worst and that it is. Keep working things from here; I'll get back to you." "Got it." Peter/I shared a look and looked over the intel again and branched out from there. It seemed like we were about to unravel another conspiracy - and it tied into current events that we were dealing with already for the company. It was a small world indeed.
