Off Without A Hitch
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Rick picked up his chest piece and scoffed at the bullet holes that rittled the surface and punctured the inside material. He looked down and noticed the bullet holes that also decorated him from his bare armorless chest to his knees. It wasn't bad but he could have sworn he was better off then this.
God, his left arm hurt so bad...
He began to walk out of the warehouse when one of the two hundred men that had ambushed him began to crawl away with weak moans of horror trailing after him. Rick didn't care anymore, he was just glad no one bad punctured his core and shut down his whole existence.
'Jesus Christ, all this for some plutonic rock from Veet Jtero 7...' He mentally kicked himself before he began to limp out the rusted building.
He looked around after he'd gotten about a mile out from the building before he was stopped by a yellow shirt he was quite familiar with. He turned to the boys trailing calls for his name... wait, a jacket and backpack? Was this another hitchhiking Morty or was he asking directions?