Team Four: T'Challa - extraction point to safe house
T'Challa's blade sunk in. The man screamed, paralyzed in pain as he dropped his gun with a clatter onto the ground. "Who...why?!"
Four thugs were flying, and the King's lady warriors were poetry in motion. Dangerous, fearless poetry which left several thugs sprawled on the ground with only a few shots fired. One of the gang members said into his smartwatch, "...don't come here" before he passed out, facedown on the asphalt. A handful of daring hitmen and women showed up, and promptly got their asses kicked, too. Shots fired went harmlessly ricocheting, bullets harmlessly fired into brick walls and through windows.
Soon enough, no one dared come into this alleyway that led into High Town. No matter how much the price of the bounty was.