When Christopher Priest wrote this book starting in the late 90s, it was probably the best mainstream superhero comic being written. This first volume sets up his 60 issue run, and establishes the sort of out of order storytelling and vignette style break downs that the series was famous for. The plot is the Black Panther, a superhero/king of high tech African nation, comes to America because a little girl has been murdered at one of his charities. Dorky state department liaison/narrator Everett K. Ross is assigned to escort the Panther around, but constantly and hilariously finds himself out of his elements. It's too bad that reading this book again just emphasizes how much I dislike Reginald Hudlin's take on the character, but oh well you gotta know when to fold 'em.