Anna was a most unrighteous witchiepoo. She stood in front of a hundred Mishima footsoldiers armed with machine guns and grenade launchers with her hands on her hips and a little smirk on her face that said "I feel like doing something objectionable today." The thing was, she felt like doing something objectionable every day.

Nina calmly raised her palm to signal for her convoy of tank drones to halt behind her. She crossed her arms and stared impatiently toward Anna.

"Anna. I can't walk two steps without you stinking up the joint."

Anna stared straight through Nina and tilted her head as she looked at the robots parked behind her. She noticed three of them were tending cargo tanks below their treads and were obviously loaded with something.

"Whatever are you transporting, sister?" Anna tapped her finger against her chin as she pondered. "Too small to be missile generators. Too big to be antimatter samples again."

"Inventory," was the only answer Nina would give. Anna shook her head hopelessly.

"Ah. You never change, Nina. I'll just have to take a peek for myself."

She snapped her fingers and one of her anonymous riot soldiers handed her something that looked like an alien queen's makeup compact. She opened the gizmo's circular lid and started tapping codes into a tiny keyboard on the inside. Three small holographic screens hovered above her palm as her handy tool scanned Anna's drones and slowly loaded an internal view of what they were carrying in their tanks.

Anna puckered her lips in a sarcastic wince as soon as the images came through.

"I guess they weren't kidding when they said G Corporation means business."

She switched the screens off and closed the lid for modesty.

"They were dumb enough to attack us. We bottled them up in for mobile cyborg conversion to help them learn better," Nina explained coldly with her arms still crossed. "These Boneheaded Tekken Bimbos bought their own tickets to Funky Town."

Anna already had her own plans.

"I'll be taking these resources off your hands, if you don't mind," said the brunette sister. "Mishima Company needs them for experimentation. It's hard to tell with the blindfolds and all the wires, but I think the little orange one with the you-know-who in her you-know-where belonged to me to begin with."

Nina stared back at her smiling sister with restrained hatred in her eyes.

"And the one with the mittens getting her ears washed is already under contract with G Corporation," said the blonde sister. "We're just repossessing her hardware. I have strict orders to get these three to the airlift in the next 30 minutes."

Anna shook her head in pretend disappointment.

"Oh, sister. You always have to insist on making everything so much more difficult. Why can't you share the toys for once?"

She smirked over her shoulder to the Mishima footsoldiers lined up behind her.

"Boys, I think a roadblock is in order."

She swiped her index finger across her throat and pointed it toward Nina and the robot army. They aimed their weapons accordingly.

"You'll have to take them over my dead body," Anna said calmly. She waved her palm toward Nina and her Mishima goons, motioning for the robots behind her to activate their combat modes.

"Ah, a 3-for-1 deal," Nina said excitedly. "I do love getting things for cheap."

The G Corporation robots charged their plasma cannons and launched past Nina on rocket treads. The Mishima soldiers rushed around Anna and fired back with all the ammo at their disposal. Anna and Nina charged straight toward each other for a fight that was sure to end in a wipeout.

Author's note: Assume the conversion process from Chapter 1 took a little while and this happened in between.