"Get rid of him if you have to," T'Challa orders, as the remote car accelerates, giving chase. "Don't let him get in the way."

He hears Okoye's acknowledgment, but his attention is caught by the intersection the car barrels towards, and by Shuri's voice in his ear telling him they won't make it. "Keep going!" he orders, and leaps to the side of the car to lean towards the street, tilting the whole thing up onto its two side wheels as his claws dig into the pavement. They arrow through the intersection, and Shuri whoops in his ear as he sets the car aright once more, his gaze locked on the SUVs ahead.