"It's a setup," Okoye whispers, as six more thugs arrive. Nakia thinks that she is not wrong, but that does not change the goal; only the difficulty.

"We need to move on Klaue," she murmurs, leaning on the nearby gaming table and pretending to look interested.

"Stand down," T'Challa orders. "We can't afford a shootout." She grits her teeth, but holds her position.