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DoorMan #47
Lagos, Nigeria[February 3, 2008]
–Colin Baxter–
After a while, the cars slowed down, well, they had to because they were now wading through thick forests, trudging along slowly on a dirt path that was very well hidden or atleast not used enough for it to show up anywhere online.
"Anything on your scanners?" He asked Shuri as they were still floating right above the cars, the foliage acting as a natural screen for them but even so, the cars were visible partially to him. He was sure that no normal human would have been able to keep track of them just with their vision. THey both would have lost the cars had they not had supernatural vision and in SHuri's case, thermal cameras.
"Nothing yet but I am only scanning the areas around the cars and the trail," Shuri informed him as they both waited for the cars to reach their final destination. It was just so irritating to have to wait for normal people to get on with their criminal activities so he could come in and bust them, especially since he did not have to deal with pesky things like IC engines and challenging geography.
Both of them were still in stealth mode and he was starting to get really tired of this. He had half a mind to just give up on the chase and snatch those two out because—
"Wait! I found something." Shuri informed him as he felt her form float up and up, something he reciprocated as he raised his levels as well, which was risky because his form of flight used controlled air bursts, something that can be detected by sensitive enough sensors.
"What?" He asked as he kept an eye on the cars that seemed to be slowing down but that could be because of the bad roads.
"There is a complex ahead, fairly large and deep underground as well. Three stories worth of concrete and soil before the base even begins. IF my scans are correct, the base is 2 stories deep."
"And any people?"
"Just 10 heat signatures with no other movement."
"So no regular research base then."
"No, that base earlier was much more active than this. Plus, I have found a vent not far away from here that is releasing particulate consistent with diesel engines. They must be using diesel generators to power this base. There is no sign of any heavy metals in the base, it is very sparse."
He mused out loud at that, "So, just a holding facility then? No research, just people to station?"
"Most probably."
He nodded and then flew right down near the convoy. The convoy had stopped at this point as Killian and Hansen were escorted by a bunch of armed guards, who now had automatic rifles now, instead of the small pistols they were sporting when they first met Killian, something that the Crippled doctor no doubt noticed because there was suddenly anxiety and terror in both him and her respectively.
"We step in the moment Hansen is in danger. I don't care what happens to Killian, agreed?" He confirmed with Shuri once more and while it did take her a while, she did respond with an affirmative.
Soon, they were taken to what looked like a cave but was just a cover for the entrance to the base as inside the cave there was a lever that opened a large door with stairs leading straight down. He rolled his eyes, now they would have to wait for these morons to walk down three flights of stairs.
With a sweep of his hand, a violent gust of wind hit the insides of the cave, making everyone lose their balance as he carefully controlled the wind to deposit them as far down as possible, while making sure that no one was too harmed.
"That was not necessary. Also, good to know you can casually generate wind speeds like that." Shuri commented and he groaned in reply. She had somehow taken his declaration of breaking Wakanda's barriers as a challenge of some sort and had taken to documenting each and every one of his abilities, all in a bid to create some sort of countermeasure.
The ceilings in the staircase were fairly tall so both he and Shuri easily entered the space and watched as the head of security definitely cursed and began trudging upstairs, over some of his subordinates, to shut down the door.
Nobody suspected his hand in the violent gust of wind, which was good. He did not want his involvement in this known anywhere. Speaking of which, "Shuri, I want you to delete any records that Wakanda has about my energy signature." He stopped her before she could finish countering, "I know you will not delete it from your personal database, I won't even ask you to. Just make sure nothing about me remains in Wakanda's servers. I don't want to have to come into your country just to delete my own data someday because you guys elected some dumbfuck to be your King, alright?"
"Hey! You can't say that about Wakanda. The next ruler is going to be my brother, and he will make a fine king." Shuri argued with a heated voice.
Well, time to work his magic then. T'Challa was good, great even but to make sure that Wakanda reaches its full potential, they needed Shuri, especially the current rendition who was iron willed and uber smart at the same time, making a terrifying combination for a ruler.
So, with deliberate amusement in his voice, he replied, "Really? As far as I know, you are much, much stronger than your brother at this point and as siblings, you have a right to challenge him for the throne. Are you going to throw the match?"
"...I-I don't–"
"Uh-huh," He stopped her from speaking while he kept an eye on the group which had now finally got their bearings, "I never thought Bast would choose someone who was not confident in everything that mattered. Sure, T'CHalla would make a fine king but ask yourself, is he ready to face all the challenges ahead? Is he even strong enough? There must be a reason you are as strong as you are. Why did Bast make you so much stronger than the other Black Panthers? Things to think about." He offhandedly commented, knowing that it would stay in her mind for a long time because he mentioned Bast this time.
Seriously, the country and its obsession with Bast would have been a big problem had Bast not been a pretty chill goddess, in both mythology and in real life because she was one of the few that stayed on Earth and only interfered when a massive threat to her followers reared its head.
Otherwise, she was content chilling in her dimension, feeding on the faith energy Wakanda provides her.
Up ahead, he watched as the security leader punched in the codes to open the thick bunker doors. Killian and Hansen both tidied up as much as they could as the doors opened with a groan, showing their age.
His eyes narrowed as he saw someone who was the absolute worst person who could get their hands on Extremis.
Baron Strucker.
"Well, Damn," He muttered, happy because now he got to cut off one of HYDRA's heads while getting rid of Extremis as well.
Two Birds with one Stone.
Let's see how HYDRA grows another resourceful head in the short time it has before he obliterates it.
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