Shuri watched the white light spheres flash past at regular intervals outside the armored glass of the maglev train, then turned and patted Nakia, the temporary leader of the War Dogs organization, on the shoulder. "Relax. This is your first trip abroad," Shuri said in a deliberately cheerful tone. "Whatever mission my brother assigned you, you needn't worry that the Latverians will be unfriendly to you. Racial discrimination isn't severe in this land. Besides, you know that the Emperor of Latveria is our ally, so why don't you and your companions sit down and have a glass of sparkling wine?"
Nakia did as she was told, but after hesitating for a while, she could not help voicing her concerns.
The other members of the delegation were all in other carriages. For those nobles who had never left Wakanda, riding in the modified Pegasus Heavy Assault Transport had been quite an interesting experience. Compared with the interior space of a Claw Transport, the Pegasus Heavy Assault Transport could accommodate luxurious passenger cabins and a range of entertainment facilities.
But for the War Dogs organization, which had always operated covertly beyond Wakanda's borders, it was like sitting on pins and needles. This was especially true for the War Dogs who had lived through the night of the civil war and faced the Hellfire Knights. The nightmares brought by the Gene-modded Warriors would not fade so easily.
"I don't understand why T'Challa didn't order the War Dogs purged." Nakia glanced at the hatch between the carriages. Everyone in this carriage was one of their own, so she could speak her concerns freely. "The royal family only declared amnesty for the War Dogs who supported Erik Killmonger because they needed to strike at him. But now that the civil war is over, we can't