In this Birds of Prey fanfiction, Seattle detective Sonya Blade and her vigilante friend Black Canary pursue the international criminal Kano, who murdered Sonya’s partner.
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Once over the chain-link fence separating the docks from the rest of Seattle, Detective Sonya Blade and the vigilante Black Canary crept around the buildings that stored goods for inspection and administrative services while taking care to evade the dock area’s security cameras.
They eventually came to the mouth of a maze of cargo containers that stood between them and their target: a cargo ship near the end of the dock.
Black Canary looked up at the containers. The longshoremen who worked the dock had stacked the containers four high, about thirty-five feet up.
“Think we can climb up?” the Canary asked.
Sonya surveyed the closest container stacks. She found one that defied the normal arrangement, leaving just enough space between containers to get a handhold.
“I can,” she replied, pointing at the suspect stack. She eyed the Canary’s feet with disdain. “Don’t know if those boots will do the job, though.”
“Cheeky bitch,” Black Canary replied.
The vigilante moved to the irregular stack and leaped up, grabbing the sliver of exposed roof of the ground-level container. She pulled herself up and then jammed as much of her boot as she could onto the roof. Pushing up with her legs, her hands reached the bar keeping the upper container closed.
Black Canary repeated the steps until she looked over the top of the highest container.
She saw a man standing on the far side of the container, with a shotgun resting over his shoulder. He dressed in beat-up slacks and a matching sport coat — not standard dock security attire.
“I’m never gonna hear the end of the ‘I told you they’d have shotguns,’” Canary muttered to herself.
Looking down, she saw Sonya about to climb up after her. Canary waved her off. Sonya flashed her an annoyed look but did as she was told.
Pulling herself up, Canary stalked up behind the poor excuse for a guard. She snatched the shotgun from the bewildered man’s hands. She then used it to knock the man unconscious. Canary brought him to the deck without a sound and lay there herself.
From her new perch, Canary surveyed the area. A few more men watched the area from atop containers on the path toward the cargo ship. They had yet to see her, but eventually, they would realize they were missing their buddy.
Canary crawled back to the other edge of the container and motioned to Sonya to use her phone. In anticipation, Canary pulled her phone from her inside jacket pocket. She muted the ringtone just before Sonya called.
Over the phone, Canary said, “I’ll stay close to the edge, guide you through the maze. There are some more guys up here further down, so you may lose me from time to time.”
Sonya agreed to the plan. Keeping their phones engaged, they moved out.
Black Canary crept along the top of the containers, occasionally making a leap to the next stack. With her bird’s-eye view of the maze, she guided Sonya through.
Noticing a guard on the ground, Canary warned Sonya. The detective took him out without alerting others. Then it became Black Canary’s turn to take out a guard up top.
Sonya paused while Canary did her thing. This pattern of move, take out guards, move again worked well for the first three guards they encountered.
The third time was not the charm.
Sonya approached the guard without incident, even knocking him unconscious with the butt of her handgun.
Unfortunately, this guard fingered the trigger of his shotgun. As he went down, he fired. The noise echoed through the container-made canyon.
It also got the attention of two guards on top of the containers. They made their way toward Canary’s position and spotted her.
The guards aimed their weapons at Canary. She and Sonya already made some noise; a little more wasn’t gonna hurt anybody — well, anybody that didn’t deserve to get hurt.
Black Canary took a deep breath and then let loose with her mutant power: a shrill scream of sonic force.
The force of Canary’s sonic blast knocked the gunmen backward. Their guns clattered onto the container tops as they crashed down unconscious. They wouldn’t be hearing anything for a few days, either.
Canary ran across the container, getting one container away from a drop to the open area that led to the cargo ship’s gangplank. A shotgun blast pounded the container’s side.
Thank goodness for criminals with lousy aim, Canary thought.
A second blast never came; the sound of a foot slamming into a guard, and then that guard hitting the side of a container did.
Looking down, Black Canary saw that Sonya caught up to the shotgun-firing guard on the ground and taken him down.
“Meet you at the gangplank,” Sonya said on the phone. She hung up.
Black Canary hung up as well, sliding her phone back into its pocket. She then dropped from the container and raced to the gangplank. Sonya, gun drawn but not fired, was right behind her.
“So much for the stealth approach,” Sonya said.
“We can still do this!” Canary replies. “They know I’m here. Make yourself scarce, find another way on the ship!”
“And what are you gonna do? Fight your way through a hail of shotgun slugs?”
Black Canary smiled. “The way these guys shoot? No problem!”
Sonya remained unconvinced. Canary prodded her friend with a shove. “Go before someone sees you!”
Sonya shook her head but raced away.
More Birds of Prey action coming up in the next chapter!
While writing this fanfiction, I used Green Ronin’s Mutants and Masterminds, 3rd Edition RPG, to leave some things to chance. Check it out!
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