Chapter 628 - Reward Mania (2/2)
”Is he... alive?” Iron Fist inquired in whispers as he slowly sat down, huffing. His fist itself torn as the results actually disappointed him.
”Oh, yeah. His breathing is steady, too. Broken ribs but nothing too serious,” Nik mumbled while sneaking an observation of Curt Connors mutation. The man was a walking lizard and he had Ignit. Now, Nik wanted a walking, fire breathing Ignit for himself, too.
'Lola, get the observation of the mutations from this guy, too,' with a blood drop easily snuck past through the surrounding group, Nik focused on Iron Fist who slowly utilized his own qi to patch himself up.
”I'll handle this myself,” Iron Fist smiled as he looked back towards Nik.
”Agent, yeah, Dr. Connors won't be able to hurt anyone. Uhm hum,” Ava nodded while Nik made his way towards Cindy, ”This looks like a good time to wrap up our day, right?” His smile slightly intoxicating as he had already removed the fiendish mask over his head. Nodding slightly, still unwilling to raise a storm due to their hook-up, a crazy one at that, Cindy looked into Nik's eyes barely for a second before looking away.
”Yeah, it was nice and...”
”Don't worry, we'll get even more chances,” Snickering and refraining from ruining Cindy's desire to keep pretenses, Nik looked back to Ava and Daniel, ”I'll see you guys... when Agent Coulson would need me for another assignment.”
”Wait,” Ava called out as she pulled her mask back and unplugged her communicator before tossing it towards Nik, ”Coulson wants to talk.”
”Hmm?” Placing the communicator to his ear, Nik heard Coulson's eager voice, ”Vanish, thanks for the support. I'll be sure to send your—”
”You know what?” cutting Coulson off, Nik smiled, ”Consider this one a freebie, really. I've had an amazing day today and nothing worse than ruining it with cash. I already have enough for months, with the way we live.”
”Fine, I won't say no to that,” Coulson's chuckle resounded as Nik tossed back the communicator towards Ava and vanished from the roof.
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”My King,” a gruff voice broke A dark-skinned man from his meditation. A rest, it seemed. Opening his eyes while still on his throne, the short-haired man in a regal dark-grey suit, the top styled off to the eastern side of the world with coats reaching his calves and a loose pair of pants, the current king of Wakanda, T'Challa, looked at the bald woman in front of him.
”We found the two you asked for. The youth who was supported by the white-colored symbiote and the woman with a spider-like mutation are associated with the Shield. We made contacts with their ambassador but the agency seems to be highly protective of their information. All their footprints are being covered on a daily basis and we feel that using our undercovers in the Shield for these two might not be the optimal use of our resources.”
Hearing the woman's words, T'Challa looked at his guards, his Harem, as the entire country titled them, a group of female warriors that were trained to fight for the king at the expense of their lives led by a woman outside the group of women waiting for him in the bed every night. His most loyal subject. ”Give us some space,” he whispered as the evening sun made the jewels of the throne room glimmer. All his guards left the throne room in moments as the woman in front of him remained.
”I understand that it is not optimal to use our most coveted resources,” T'Challa began, ”for two kids. But as it stands, they saved my life. Even with my blessings and armor, it is already proven that two symbiotes would be fatal to my life much less a single angry Garuk whose fate remains unknown. If it isn't for my life then consider this for our future. We have a symbiote to ourselves. The warrior named Eddie has proven that he held no malice. Our contacts proved the man's claim that he was blackmailed by Wilson Fisk.”
Slowly standing up, T'Challa made his way over to the woman. Unlike others from his personal Harem filled with athletic bodies, the woman in front of him held neither the charm of the greatest tribal beauty with a sure spot in a king's closest group nor the courage as her short stature trembled under the king's intense, apathetic gaze. However, she was smart. The communicator within his secret service of spies that held true to no king but only the kingdom. Wakanda.
”Tell me,” T'Challa whispered as one of his hand slowly took hold of the woman's chin before tilting her head up, gazing deeply into her eyes, ”Which side is making trouble for my wishes.”
”My King,” the woman whimpered, ”It's not a single group but the whole spy network. You've ascended recently after the late lord's demise, may the goddess panther rest his soul. But the main source of mistrust stems from the fact that you never received the traditional education of Wakanda.”
”Hmm, it is a problem, yes. I would doubt a king who lacks in tradition if I were at their place,” T'Challa nodded.
”So, I want you to let the entire network know that it is a tradition of the king to reward any entity who serves in the interest of the nation. The protection of my life, a king's life, being one of the many top interests. Let them know that a king who disdains his own spy network can never lead a country to a brighter future and right now, this king needs to reward the heck out of two kids.”
”Y-yes!” The woman left in a hurry as T'Challa smiled happily and walked out. Shuri was right, acting is an exciting feat.