Princess Shuri rode in a hovercar driven by former War Dogs agents, speeding through burning streets, roadblocks and firing points set up by the Fimbulwinter First Secret Regiment. Escorted by several Claw fighter jets, she headed for the Communication Center. By the time she arrived at the building, every staff member had long since completed their preparations. In the brightly lit studio, the Wakanda Royal Television host sat at their desk, and all the equipment had been calibrated. If not for the shattered glass walls, shell casings scattered across the floor, uncleaned bloodstains, broken bones, and other traces of battle, this Communication Center would have looked no different from usual. T'Challa's ex-girlfriend Nakia and an elderly former War Dogs member had been waiting in the studio for some time. The moment Nakia saw Shuri emerge from the elevator, she immediately stood and handed her a speech draft and several documents.
"Hello." Princess Shuri greeted the old War Dogs agent first. "Do you know what you need to do?"
"I guessed it while I was on the Claw, but I didn't expect things to be this serious." The old War Dogs agent sighed. He was the undercover agent the War Dogs organization had sent to infiltrate N'Jobu's side years ago. After tireless flights and transfers by War Dogs agents, he had finally been brought from Oakland to Wakanda. He had arrived in Wakanda an hour ago. His homeland, which he had not seen for many years, was blazing before his eyes, and the feeling of being separated from another lifetime was not pleasant. "I don't know whether he'll still recognize me. After N'Jobu died, I tried to rescue his wife from an FBI prison, but I failed. So there was no one to take care of his son."
The old War