Part 2

"Has anyone ever told you how beautiful you are?"

"That's so sweet of you to say," she was speaking with an American accent. It wasn't difficult to do, but she preferred the tongue of her homeland more. Wakanda.

"I am only telling the truth. Few women can pull off a bald fade and with designs. You have the perfect shape head for it." He raised his hand as if to touch the side of her head. His hand hovering hesitantly over her smooth scalp but at the last moment, he pulled his hand back.

General Okoye smiled sweetly at the tall stranger. Thankful he reconsidered his act. He was handsome with his deep brown eyes, tawny skin, and a low tapered cut. But right now he was quite annoying as he was apparently quite drunk.

"That is still very sweet of you," she said.

He continued his pathetic attempt at flirting "So are you here with anyone?"

"I am waiting for my husband to arrive," she put forth. She hoped the information would deter the wasted male.

Okoye was scheduled to meet with an illegal arms dealer named Nathan Volskof. He claimed to have Vibranium grade weaponry. Ever since Wakanda opened its doors to the world. More and more people are claiming to have Vibranium weapons for sale. King T'Challa has commanded that each claim is investigated for any sliver of truth. She scoffed at the preposterous idea that anyone outside Wakanda would be in possession of Vibranium weapons. Many of the Dora Milaje were sent out. Each on their own mission.

So here she was in New York City at the Red Circle in a quite revealing lace gown. She loved the dress. She loved everything about it, but the bodice was tighter and more exposed than she is accustomed to. The dossier on Volskof mentioned he had a great appreciation for the female form. Hence why the General was dress to kill, literally. Her spear was tucked away in her black clutch purse. She anticipated the meeting to go smoothly but the night was still young.

Looking around as if checking for an approaching angry husband. The obnoxious male continued to try his luck. Sliding his arm along the back of her chair to lean further into her space. Okoye friendly smile disappeared as she recoiled from his crowding form and harsh breath. If she weren't on a mission, she would impale him where he stood, but that was attention she didn't need.

"Well if I were your husband I wouldn't leave you alone," he slurred. His red half-lidded eyes leering at her fit form.

She rolled her eyes at his continued amateurish antics. She turned in her chair taking ahold of her now watered down drink and took several sips of the fruity cocktail. She hoped the small bit of alcohol would help keep her hands occupied to avoid strangling the miscreant of a male. As she raised her glass a third time the overwhelming sensation of someone watching her washed over her. With her glass still raised she inconspicuously takes in a full view of the club. It's not until her view reaches the other side of the bar does she find a pair of dark eyes staring at her.

His stare was intrusive as if he was probing her from across the open space. Okoye could not get a read on his intentions due to the distance and his body's position on the other side of the bar. She lifts her drink towards the intense gentlemen. Letting him know that she clearly can tell that he is watching her. As if to save face he returns the gesture before swallowing his drink in one gulp.

Okoye took no notice at his rush to finish his drink. It was his intense dark features that were pulling her in. His smooth jet black hair, neatly trimmed facial hair and all black tailored suit gave him the look of a dangerous man. But was this dangerous man friend or foe she wondered. Could he be working with Volsokof? Maybe, someone, he sent ahead to make sure it was safe. She was pulled from her musings once again by her annoying admirer.

Completely tuning out the man as he continued his ramblings. Okoye spots Jennifer an ally of Wakanda approaching the dark stranger. Allies of Wakanda were people who helped with gathering intel that would be too dangerous for a Dora Milaje to do for obvious reasons.

She watches their interaction out of her peripheral. Jennifer is delivering, but the stranger isn't biting. Jennifer leaves the stranger and heads towards the front of the club. Okoye soon gets the notification of an incoming call through her Kimoyo bracelet.

Pretending to use her phone she turns away from the nosey American. "Excuse me a moment as I take this call."

Jennifer was quick and to the point with the message "Can't meet. I have to visit mother," there was a small gasp before the line disconnected. Okoye knew that meant her mission was compromised, and she should leave immediately. She watches as Jennifer exits the club. Okoye saw the dark stranger stare after her retreating form. He turned and made eye contact with Okoye as she was placing her phone back into her clutch.

"It was nice meeting you, but I must leave now," she said. Her American accent now replaced with her thick Wakandan. She rose from her chair moving her body towards the back of the club. Weaving through the cluster of standing bodies and hurried waitstaff. Her steps careful and determined as the EXIT sign came into view. The dark stranger was fast approaching her from behind. She knew she would have to engage him before she could make a clean escape. A broad smile crossed her face as she felt her pulse begin to race at the idea of having a little fun before leaving.

Turning down the dimly lit hallway that leads to the bathrooms and the fire exit. Okoye crouches ready to strike at the hallway entrance. Her staff now removed from her clutch and extended to a short spear. She breathes deeply and slowly as she slows her racing pulse.

The barrel of his silenced weapon appears in the doorway first. Not giving him the chance to fire Okoye strikes at the firearm knocking it from his hands. The stranger recovers quickly launching a volley of rapid punches and kicks. His neatly slick hair now undone as he continued his attack. Okoye effectively avoiding his punches while using her spear to deflect the kicks aimed at her body. She could tell he was a man of great skill, but for Okoye, this was just a sparring match. Her red dress flowed around her as she glided around the stranger. Their fight more like a dance as the equally match fighters tried to best the other.

Her communicator beeped, and the lite voice of Jennifer came over.

"Intel shows that Volskof has moved to a new location General Okoye."

She knew time was limited, and Volskof may be hesitant to meet now. Okoye delivered a push kick to his abdomen sending him staggering backward.

"Sorry no more time to play," she said in Wakandan as she aimed her spear at him. She saw him try to avoid the coming shot but the sonic pulsation knocked him into the far wall. His body slides down before slumping onto the floor. The pulse was set to stun. Okoye avoided taking a life if she could.

Approaching his unconscious form she checks the pulse point on his neck. Finding a strong, steady pulse, she turns and heads out the exit to her awaiting cloaked Dragon Flyer.