Mikaal had lost track of how long he'd been flying. All he remembered was that the tip that brought him all the way to Eritrea had lured him all the way down to Nairobi, Kenya by way of Ethiopia. And then his hotel room blew up around him. Had he been human or without his sonic crystal, he would have joined Tony in the grave that day. Everything after that had been a blur. These bad men or women had led him on quite the merry chase trying to shake him off. But he felt like he was hot on the trail of some very dangerous people who should have some real answers for him. A solid lead at last. There was no way he was letting them get away. Mik's teeth were bared as he cluelessly followed the stealth aircraft into Wakandan airspace.
He had a good mind to let loose with a sonic blast from his crystal, but he was feeling a little ragged, and his nerves were frayed. He couldn't remember the last time he slept, or ate. This was obsession, and Mik was stellar at it. All he could think was that, if he misjudged his shot and downed the aircraft, he might kill the passengers and be back at square one in his investigation. He didn't dare attack. Too bad they didn't show him the same courtesy, he thought as he swerved to avoid some kind of energy beam.