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He’s heard from Merty about this particular Morty. Not just that he was an assassin’s assistant, but the fact he figured out there were TWO PRESIDENTS. Which could be a problem considering all things, but Mortimer wanted to make SURE that he would be capable of KEEPING this secret.
And before you ask, no. Mortimer isn’t going to THREATEN him.
Yet.
When the Morty walks into his office, Mortimer is sitting at the head of the table, a very spiky and....getting progressively LARGE alien Hyena resting beside him; here large head rests comfortably on top of his lap. Only when the door opens does her ears perk in its direction, immediately focused and ready to WATCH. Her DUTY was to keep BOTH presidents safe...seeing Sylvie hung out at the Citadel even when MERTY was in charge for the day. Mortimer lets her leave, watching her as she stalks around the length of the table.
She had to be about the size of a DONKEY right now.
“Welcome, welcome.” Mortimer greets the Morty, a monotone edge tingling at the corners of his tone. “You’re the assassin Morty right? At least the assistant to a Rick assassin...”















