Sharon arrives in a click of heels, uncharacteristically slinky in a form-fitting black dress, and touches her own ear. "We're ready to head out," she tells T'Challa and the extraction team. "You have us tracked?"

We are reading your suit bracelet and both earpieces, T'Challa tells them. We will not lose sight of you.

She smiles a little grimly and turns to Steve. "Okay," she says, and hands him the sealed envelope with their bid for safekeeping. "Let's go bag some international arms dealers."