I hope you all enjoy! It wasn't as epic as I'd meant it to come out.

Disclaimer: I do not own Black Panther.

"He is going to be at his major warehouse in two days," Shuri said. "We were lucky. He's there for a routine inspection, apparently." She wrinkles her nose at the thought that evil organizations could have things like routine inspections to keep quality.

"So, we hit him then," says T'Challa.

"I'll tell the Dora to dress incognito," Okoye says.

"Yes," says T'Challa, "But you're not going in with me."

Okoye gives him a sharp look.

"None of you wear bullet proof helmets," T'Challa pointed out. "Besides," he continues even as she opens her mouth. "I want this to have as little visibility as possible. I'm going in and I'll take out the lights. I'm doing this simple. No claws, no kinetic energy, no spears. I want the dora milaje to get the victims out of the warehouse and prevent any criminals from escaping."

"I don't like it," said Okoye. "It's too risky."

"I want this to be very quiet," T'Challa said. "An army of warrior women, no matter how they're dressed will come back to Wakanda. I don't know another nation who has a phalanx of women of your caliber."

"Flattery will get you nowhere," Okoye says.

"It is the truth," T'Challa says but he is smiling. "No general. We need him gone and for that we need to have no one suspect that the evidence has been tampered with."

Okoye huffed but said, "If we suspect for one moment that you need backup, we're coming in."

T'Challa gave her an affronted look. "You really had better."

Okoye snorted but he could tell she was trying to hide a smile.

"Ready?" T'Challa asked.

"We are in position," Okoye replied.

"I have eyes on out philanthropist," T'Challa announced over the comm. "Going in…now."

"Good luck," Shuri hissed from back in Wakanda.

T'Challa skipped through the fence, neatly evading three guards and then parkoured up the side of the warehouse, his enhanced abilities allowing him to make the distance. He settled on the roof and went in through a skylight and dropped silently onto the rafters ahead.

He crept slowly along them until he was in the best position and carefully took out the rubber handled knife he'd brought with him and sliced through the electric cord tying the lights of the warehouse together.

The whole warehouse plunged into darkness and the men guarding the philanthropist instantly let out startled cries. T'Challa gave a savage grin and jumped.

The men were spinning wildly, trying to figure out where, if any, the threat was. They were easy to dispatch. T'Challa grabbed the gun of one, ripped it from his hands, ducked a punch, kicked the man, swung the gun he'd liberated and smacked it straight into eh temple of another. Bullets pinged of his suit but the telltale purple glow of the nanites didn't rise, Shuri having kept them dormant for this run.

T'Challa blocked blows from two of he men, while a third kept trying to shot him from different angles. T'Challa had to take care to ensure that none of the bullets he was dodging would fly and hit the poor unconscious persons who were being prepped for organ extraction. He'd done his best to attack the men in the place that was furthest from the beds but it would never have been perfect no matter what he'd done.

Still, in a matter of moments he'd brought down the eight guards surrounding the philanthropist and stalked over to the man himself. The philanthropist, drew his own gun and shot as best he could at the shadowy figure approaching him but as before, the bullets did nothing. He turned to run but T'Challa lunged forward and punched him. The philanthropist's head snapped back and he fell unconscious.

"More men are incoming!" said Okoye. He could hear the sounds of fighting through her comm. The Dora milaje were evidently keeping the outer guards from coming in but there was a second squad in the building that he would have to deal with.

"I hear them," T'Challa said. He dragged the philanthropist to where he wouldn't be shot accidentally and then dived through the ware house to the containers at the back. He ripped open the locks of doors of the large containers and people inside cried out and scrambled away from him. T'Challa knew he looked like little more than a monster to these people, a dark wraith that had suddenly appeared after the sounds of a firefight.

"Get out!" he said succinctly. "I am here to help. Come. Now!" At the last word the people inside fled past him and towards the door he shoved them to.

"Incoming," he said into his comm. "Prisoners. At the north exit."

"Copy," said another one of his dora. "The north exit is secure."

T'Challa managed to get the other container of people heading in the right direction before the squad of men made their way over to him.

These men were a little more heavily armed and T'Challa took a couple of hits that he'd rather have not but eventually he made his way through them and then stood breathing heavily inside the warehouse.

"Warehouse secure," he said. He made his way back to the philanthropist and zip tied him to a post and stuck a disk of evidence in his pocket and then made his way over to the victims still tied down the beds and drugged out of their minds.

"The prisoners from the containers are also secure," one of the Dora reported.

He hurriedly unstrapped the first one and then moved to the other intent of realizing them so that the dora would just have to drag them out quickly when something struck him in the back. Bolts of electricity sparked over his suit and T'Challa dropped hard to one knee.

"Brother!" Shuri's voice sounded in his ear. "Are you okay? What was that? Your suit is freezing!"

Unable to answer T'Challa managed to twist his head a little to see that the man he'd just unstrapped was sitting up and pointing a gun of some sort at him. Then the patient in the bed he'd been going to also sat up and shot him again. More electricity sparked over his suit, keeping it locked down as he groaned.

"T'Challa!" Okoye called. "We are coming!"

"Keep your bodyguards out of this king," said on of the men casually. "There are bombs planted under the beds of the donors. Your people come it, we'll blow them all. Once we get you out, your women will have less than thirty seconds to disarm them all. And we assure you, you'll need all of your bitches to get all of the bombs."

"General!" he groaned.

"I heard!" Okoye said tightly. "We are coming in!"

"No, you won't!" T'Challa said. "Stay out! You can't get them all out before the bombs go off so save them and then come for me!"

"T'Challa!"

"That is an order!" he gritted out.

There was a strained silence and then Okoye bit out. "You better live until then!"

A third shot came, this one far more potent than the last two and while he fell onto the ground writhing. The second man hopped out the bed and set several devices around him ad then activated them. Threads wrapped around him and then stiffened until they felt like steel bars caging him in. Electricity ran through them and T'Challa had to bite his lip from groaning again.

The men, wearing gloves of some sort that protected them from the device, efficiently loaded him onto a stretcher and cheerfully trundled him across the warehouse and into an armored van that was parked inside. The van simply went through the side of the warehouse and then down the road. One of the men hit a button on an arming device and T'Challa knew that inside the warehouse, many, many bombs had just begun to count down.

Don't kill me! *Puppy eyes*