Birds of Prey fanfiction: Sonya Blade gets a taste of why being a vigilante doesn’t always work. Later, she meets her former vice partner on a stakeout.
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“You’re kidding me!” Sonya yelled at Captain Daniels.
She stood in front of his desk, her blood boiling at the news he conveyed — Kano was out on bail.
Worse, District Attorney Osaka didn’t think any charges she brought against Kano would hold up in court.
“Think about it, Blade,” Daniels said. “You went onto that boat without a warrant —”
“I suspected Kano was in there with a shipment of heroin. Which he was.”
“And your proof that it was his heroin? That he wasn’t just a guy at the wrong place at the wrong time?”
Sonya threw up her arms in disbelief. “C’mon, captain! How about the guards with illegal firearms who tried to kill me? I bet if you check them, they’ll have China White tattoos all over them!”
“Maybe so,” Daniels said.
His tone showed he agreed with Sonya’s assessment, but he wasn’t finished.
“Or they were law-abiding security guards for a privately owned cargo ship. They did not know they had illegal contraband on said ship.”
“That the bullshit story White’s lawyers are spinning?” Sonya asked. Her captain’s poker face confirmed it.
Sonya crossed her arms and dropped into a chair in front of the desk. She looked like a spoiled child whose parents had taken her toys away.
“Well, unless you can spin a better story.”
Sonya wanted to say something but stewed in her chair instead.
“You’re not in SOCOM anymore, Blade,” Daniels said. “Hell, you’re not even in Vice anymore to be looking for drugs.”
“I’m an officer of the law looking to stop crime!”
Captain Daniels dialed back his frustration, lowering his voice but keeping a stern tone. “You can’t just go in guns blazing because you think you have intel on the bad guys. And you damned sure shouldn’t be doing it with a vigilante you’re supposed to be arresting on sight.”
Sonya glared at Daniels. She uncrossed her arms and leaned forward in the chair. “She hasn’t done anything wrong!”
The captain blinked in disbelief. “Suspects with broken limbs. Damaged eardrums. Property damage. And that’s the obvious stuff. We won’t get into her illegal searches —”
Sonya looked away from Daniels. Her defiance flagged when she said, “She does more good than harm.”
“You need to start doing that, detective,” the captain said. “You used to do good police work. But ever since —”
Sonya glared at Daniels.
Daniels held his tongue while his gaze held disappointment.
He leaned forward and shuffled some papers on his desk. “You’ll be happy to know we didn’t just let Kano walk.”
Daniels glanced up, saw that he had Sonya’s attention. “We put LoDolce on him.”
Sonya stood, leaning in with both hands on the edge of the captain’s desk.
“Where is Cliff now?”
Twenty minutes later, Sonya parallel parked on the outskirts of Seattle’s Chinatown-International District. She walked another few blocks, trying her best to blend in with the crowds of tourists and the Asians who made the area home.
Sonya eventually spotted a familiar beat-up sedan parked down the street from a Chinese restaurant.
The building’s bottom two floors were a standard structure. A Chinese pagoda design made up the upper level.
Approaching the sedan, Sonya spotted a black man sitting behind the wheel. Early forties, athletic without too many muscles, a detached look even though he was secretly taking in everything around him. He pretended to read a magazine.
Sonya knew the man and knew his idle activity was anything but.
Stepping to the sedan’s passenger side window, Sonya knocked on the glass. Cliff LoDolce lowered his magazine and shook his head.
“You are the last person who needs to be here,” he said.
“You gonna let a girl stand out in the cold, LoDolce?” Sonya asked.
“It’s damn near seventy degrees.”
“Which is freezing for summer, right?”
LoDolce shook his head again but pressed the release on the door lock. Sonya climbed in beside him.
She knocked a half-eaten sandwich and an open bag of chips off the seat but caught them before they hit the floor.
“You get busted from detective to Uber driver?” Sonya asked while she moved the food to the dashboard and took a seat.
LoDolce took the bag of chips and ate the few that remained. He casually tossed the bag to the floor at Sonya’s feet, with two other empty chip bags and a McDonald’s bag.
“Your boss told me to tell you to stay clear of Kano,” LoDolce said.
Sonya threw up her hands to look innocent. LoDolce wasn’t buying it.
Sonya said, “All I’m doing is making sure he is where he’s supposed to be.”
“And where is that?”
Sonya lost a bit of that innocence, her anger sliding to the fore. “Jail.”
LoDolce turned his attention to the restaurant with the pagoda. “Don’t start any shit on my watch,” he said. “I’ve had a blissful lack of violence since you moved over to Homicide.”
“You said you liked Vice,” Sonya said.
“I do. I just miss a partner I can trust to watch my back and not flip over some cash.”
Sonya looked at the restaurant. “Me too.”
LoDolce glanced at Sonya. “Shame Dequinn went down like that. Nothing you could do, though, Sonya.”
Sonya’s jaw tightened. “I could have busted China White a year ago.”
“We didn’t even know about her a year ago.”
Sonya turned to LoDolce. “But she was there, in the shadows. We got too close, which is why I got railroaded out of Vice.”
“You got railroaded out of Vice because you were the poster child for police brutality.”
Sonya turned away from LoDolce as the cop continued.
“When that video of you roughing up an informant went viral, that and the mayor’s sudden shift toward more liberal policing — as if this town could get more liberal.”
Sonya waved him off. “And you don’t think White’s drug money bought that PR campaign bullshit?”
LoDolce picked up his magazine. “Does it matter? You’re where you are. And if you want to stay there, you’ll get out of this car, go home, and watch some Kimmel.”
After a long silence, Sonya said, “Getting me transferred wasn’t enough. Then China White sent Kano after Dequinn just to make a point.”
LoDolce lowered his magazine but didn’t look at Sonya.
The homicide detective added, “She should’ve come for me directly.”
“They don’t when they’re afraid of you,” LoDolce said.
“Or when they want to watch you suffer.”
LoDolce decided it was best to let Sonya stew. He looked back at the restaurant.
“So, what’s going on?” Sonya asked.
LoDolce looked at Sonya, deciding how much trouble he’d get in if Sonya went rogue. But he liked the woman, and what she’d said about White being against her tracked.
The least he could do as a friend was keep her informed of the SPD’s attempts to take White and her crew down.
“Your man Kano went straight from lockup to this restaurant,” LoDolce said. “Been in there about an hour. Guessing it wasn’t to try General Tso.”
“Is China in there?”
After a long silence, LoDolce looked at Sonya. He could tell the wheels in her head were turning. That usually never ended well.
“Captain Daniels explicitly said you are not to mess with Kano,” LoDolce said.
Sonya opened the car door. “I just want some General Tso,” she said as she headed for the restaurant.
Sonya Blade moves to confront the crime lord who had her partner killed in the lioness’s den! What could go wrong? Find out 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!
Like this Sonya Blade fanfiction? Check out Mark’s original “Shadowdance” saga books!
