Bronte Rossi thought over her current mission as she slid into her gown for the Jagalchi Market Casino. She was assigned to infiltrate Ulysses Klaue's operation and work her way up to his right hand, which she'd done easily, but things had grown complicated. Her boss, Agent Everett Ross, would be there and she was concerned he'd understand within seconds what had happened but she had to put away her worries. Once her long, sleeveless navy blue dress was up, she left her room to find Ulysses.
Ulysses looked up from his work when he heard footsteps, smiling when he saw her, "You look simply ravishing," he said causing her to blush.
"Would you mind zipping me up?" she asked, moving toward him, holding the dress together with her hand at the back.
He stood, using his prosthetic hand, lifted the zipper slowly up her skin, leaning down toward her neck, whispering, "I'd much rather take it off.'
Bronte turned to face him, trailing her finger down the buttons of his shirt, "You can, just call off the deal and then we can have the entire night," she proposed as her hand reached his belt.
His mouth was curled in a mischievous grin while he placed his good hand on her neck, tracing his fingers over each small crease, sending shivers down her spine, "Bronte, if this wasn't such a large deal, I would love to stay here and take that dress off of you over and over but alas, we must go. Are you ready?" he asked, removing his touch.
She nodded so he offered his arm and they made the drive to the casino to sell the vibranium Ulysses had stolen with Killmonger.
"Why do you seem so jumpy?" Ulysses asked, looking over at Bronte to see her hands fidgeting on her lap.
"I just have a bad feeling about this deal," she replied, "You know I'm your girl when it comes to this work but for some reason, this just doesn't feel right," she explained though her words only scratched the surface of her true reasons for being worried.
He grabbed her hand, squeezing it, "Don't worry so much, Love. This will go smooth and then we can go back for more...entertaining matters," he teased at the end as their SUVs pulled up at the Casino's front doors.
Ulysses exited the car first and reached his hand back in for Bronte, "May I?" he asked.
She took it with a smile as he helped her out and walked with her, hand in hand, to the main level. "Would you like a drink?" he asked, once they found a table that was both in plain sight but also hidden. She nodded causing him to get up and walk to the bar, leaving her at the table, alone, until Ross took a seat.
"Agent Rossi," he began, "Are you ready to come in after this?"
Bronte shook her head, "I think I can do more if I stay with this mission for a while longer, if that would be alright with you?" she was careful to sound flippant on what his answer might be though she needed him to say, yes.
Agent Everett Ross thought for a moment as he pulled the silver briefcase he'd brought onto the table. "I don't see why not but if things get too risky or you feel you've been made, call and we'll get you out, understood?"
"Yes sir," she said, below her breath as Ulysses was on his way back with their drinks.
Ross sat back, as if he'd never talk to the second in command, until Klaue was sitting.
"I hope my Love, here," Klaue began, placing his hand on her shoulder, "kept you entertained while I was away, but not too entertained," he warned at the end, his tone a warning.
"We didn't speak at all," Ross replied, "Do you have the product? I'm not here to make small talk or become your best friend," he stated, his tone firm.
A large smile crept across Klaue's lips, "Easy now, Agent Ross, no need to be hostile. Here's the product and you're lucky you're the highest bidder because this could be going to many other interested parties," he taunted.
Bronte was listening to Klaue and Ross discuss business but she was also looking around the room for any sign of trouble. She was still on edge even after gaining consent from Everett to stay with Ulysses which meant her bad feeling went deeper then the fear of having to leave Klaue's side.
Bronte gave Ulysses' thigh a squeeze and once he looked over at her, she glanced, with just her eyes, them to reveal a fight beginning. Ulysses shook his head and addressed Everett, "I'm terribly sorry but this deal will have to be postponed until another time."
"Why?" Everett began to protest at the same time a body came down from above, crashing into the pool table.
"That's our que," Ulysses urged, grabbing Bronte's hand and racing outside where they got into the SUV's with all their men.
Bronte knew the CIA would come after them and they'd chase the lead vehicle, "Klaue, we need to fall back behind two of the other vehicles. The CIA always goes after the lead, assuming it holds their target. Did you encounter that in your assassin days?" she asked, turning her head in the back seat to see what was behind them.
Ulysses nodded, a grin on his lips, "That's not a bad idea, Love," before he pulled on the car radio, "We're going to fall into the middle of the pack, be ready to accommodate," he ordered as their driver moved to the left, allowing two of the others to move forward before taking a place in the line again.
Bronte kept her eyes on the back window and gasped, "Babe, we have bigger problems then the CIA," she started, "the Black Panther is after us."
'Looks like they're after vengeance from the village I destroyed," he mused before grabbing the radio again, "We need to split up but we must remain as a second vehicle."
The lead SUV took a sharp right while two from behind accelerated to follow, their's following another two to the left. Bronte glanced out the back window, "He followed us," she announced, "Do you have any weapons that will penetrate vibranium in here, Klaue?" she asked, in her element.
Klaue turned back and smiled at her, "As a matter of fact, I do," he turned back and rolled down his window before leaning most of his body outside of the car causing Bronte's breath to catch, consumed with worry.
Klaue activated his arm and shot the car Black Panther was traveling on, tearing it to shreds and sending the hero flying backwards into oncoming traffic. Klaue laughed, maniacally, as he got back in the car, "Pick up the speed, will ya?"
Bronte reached her hand out and placed it on his shoulder, inching forward in her seat causing him to turn at her touch, "Worried about me, were ya?"
She smiled as she shook her head, "Of course, I'm not ready to take over this entire business," she joked but their laughter was stopped as their SUV ran straight into another vehicle, throwing everyone forward, thankfully not out of the car.