Black Hearts Bleed
By Ted Wall
This story is a three-way crossover between Street Fighter, Mortal Kombat and the Venture Brothers (tangentially). The main characters are Sonya Blade and Cammy White. I do not own these characters or their properties.
"Blade, you are the best candidate for this mission." Jax said with his hands on his hips. "This is coming straight from the top. The brass chose you for this specifically."
A scowl flickered across Sonya's face but she said nothing but rather just kept cleaning her M-40. Jax grunted, annoyed. He might be a foot and a half taller than Sonya, but the cyborg knew that it was damn near impossible to get her to do something she didn't want to do.
"Look, I know it's not your sort of mission, you are much better at run in guns blazing than covert ops, but like I said, this is coming straight from the top! You'll report to HQ for the break down and that's an order."
Sonya stood. She was wearing clothes that were functional but not at all flattering to her excellent figure. Her blonde hair was pulled back in a ponytail and stuck out underneath a standard issue, olive green, army hat. She was wearing an olive green t-shirt with "ARMY" written in white across the chest, camouflaged cargo pants and combat boots. The look was capped with a pair of black fingerless gloves and a long bayonet knife in a holder on her belt. The over all impression was that this was a woman who was not to be trifled with. She sighed and whipped a smear of grease from her face and spat on the ground.
"This is such bullshit." She grunted, "They only want me because I'm the only one in our unit with tits."
Jax's eyes flicked down to Sonya's chest. She was quite correct, she was the only one with tits. It was extremely difficult not to notice the double D cups even when, as now, they were constrained in a sports bra. He caught sight of Sonya's displeased look and hurriedly diverted his attention back to her face.
"Ah come on Sonya, that's not the only reason. How many women do you know qualify to be a green beret? Now, the Black Hearts are an all female terrorist sect, so yeah, if the Brass want to infiltrate they'll need a woman."
Sonya snorted and blew a strand of hair out of her face.
"Yeah but why me? Couldn't they get some girly girl prissy bitch from the CIA or the Secret Service? I don't see why I have to be taken out of here just as we are catching up with the Black Dragons."
Jax could easily understand Sonya's anger. They had tracked the Black Dragon gang all over Asia. Weeks of crawling through the bush and jungle had finally begun to pay off and now she was being ordered back to Washington. Life was a bitch when you were in the Special Forces.
"Orders are orders Blade." Jax said crossing his metal arms over his chest. "You'll be taking the nex t chopper to Nan King and that's all there is to it. You got that?"
"Sir yes sir." Sonya said in a disheartened but obedient tone, snapping the Major a salute.
"Don't worry Blade, we'll get the Black Dragons this time. I want you ready to move out at o five hundred hours."
"Yes sir." Sonya said again.
Sonya was sitting in the waiting room in the pentagon. She was wearing her full army class A's complete with her green beret. The gold buttons shone bright on the olive suit and the crease in the uniform's pants was a sharp as a knife-edge. She shifted her weight in the chair uncomfortably. She was much more used to the comfortable fatigues than the starched and pressed suit. She sat with her back straight and her knees together, uncomfortably aware of how itchy the uniform was.
A receptionist came out into the waiting room and cleared her throat tactfully.
"Miss Blade? They are ready for you now." The receptionist said politely.
Sonya stood and folded the receptionist into the general's office. The general was a grizzled man with sharp cut features. He was standing with his back to the door as Sonya entered. He turned and took in Sonya's appearance for a moment giving Sonya a salute.
"Blade, Sonya. Lieutenant First Class. Reporting for duty sir." Sonya said snapping a smart salute.
"At ease, Blade." The general said gesturing to a chair, which Sonya took. "Have your read the mission specs?"
"Yes sir." Sonya responded right away.
"Good." The general responded steepling his fingers on his desk. "The President has been breathing down my neck about this for weeks. Recent intelligence shows that the Black Hearts have been supplying various terrorist organizations with armaments and most recently with Cybornetic upgrades. We have reason to believe that Kano is providing the tech."
As the word "Kano" Sonya sat up a little straighter and it was clear she was listening intently.
"That's why I requested you Blade." The general continued, "You know Kano and you know the Black Dragons. If they're providing the Black Hearts with cyborg tech that could be serious trouble for the world economy. I want you to infiltrate the Black Hearts and gather intel on their plans and movements. I'm trusting you with this instead of some pencil pushing, limp dick, CIA agent because from what I hear, you're a two fisted hard ass that doesn't take any shit from anyone and that's exactly what we need on this mission. You will report back to us about any developments of significance and tae any measures you think necessary to sabotage said plans. I am also authorizing you to do whatever is required to gain the Black Heart's trust. Anything do you understand?"
"Yes sir!" Sonya said, thinking about what that implied.
"Good. Before you go off I want to give you a little information about your partner."
"My… partner, sir?" Sonya said uneasily
"Yes. Due to the international ramifactions of this mission, the British are sending their own agent as well. Cammy White. She's a member of Red Delta, the special forces division of Mi6. All her info is in the file there." The general said nodding to a manila envelop on the desk. "It'll give you a little light reading on the flight. You're on your way to Moscow with a change over in London. Once you get to Moscow you'll be posing as a female gun for hire duo. You contacts name is Malatov Coqtiz, she'll be expecting you."
The general stood and opened the door for Sonya and giving her another salute which she returned as she exited. This was going to be a very interesting mission, Sonya thought to herself.
"Well, just so long as I don't have to wear a dress." Sonya thought to herself and smirked.