#masterricksanchez

Walking down sidewalk Robin spotted the gloomy alley her attackers were meant to emerge from. She made it clear to them where to be and when. "The woman you are looking for has blue hair, she will not be hard to miss." Her voice changer was rather effective over the phone, distorting the pitch and making her sound like a man. If the thugs figured out that the same person who made the call was also the same person they were roughing up, they might take it easy on her. The real threat needed to be there, it would make Rick feel all the more heroic. She spotted him in the distance, her research let her know that he was leaving a clients home. The timing was absolutely perfect. Rough hands wrapped around her waist and dragged her into the alley. "Hey there babe. Feeling lonely?" The voice rumbled in her ear as he pinned her arms behind her back. Another man emerged from the dark and smiled at her. "Let me go!", she shouted at him. She received a swift punch to her gut, leaving her winded. "If I were you I'd keep my mouth shut." He kneeled in front of her, groping at her chest and body. She panted as she tried to regain her breath. Thankfully he was to distracted to notice. Rick should be walking past here any second. Taking in a deep inhale Robin screamed. "Help! Someone help me!"

Standing in front of the mirror observed herself. A plain red t-shirt and a skirt, it wasn’t all too different from her everyday apparel. That was of course minus her trench coat, the one that always contained the essentials when she left her dimension. She felt naked without it all, her taser especially. But that was the point of it. It was important to look unassuming and normal, aside from her blue hair she fit the part. Looking at her desk she made another mental checklist of everything that was already done. All of her research was in there yes, but hard copies and digital copies were made and hidden away safely with Morty. Hours upon hours of surveillance footage of him was also stored away as well. Her new ‘home’ was also ready for her to live in temporarily in his dimension. She had rehearsed her backstory several times, it wasn’t that difficult to come up with it. The inspiration for it was easy to find. It was based on what her own life would have been like if she never discovered them, if a portal gun had never fallen into her hands. She shuddered at the thought of it, completely normal and uninteresting. Another thing she found difficult to do at the beginning of it all was smiling. She did it rarely in her everyday life so faking one was proving to be near impossible. Thankfully after constant rehearsal she had it down. All the important phone calls were made, the thugs she had hired understood what she wanted. “I want you to teach this girl a lesson. Rough her up, grope her, and threaten to do awful disgusting things with her. I want her to be more than scared, I want her absolutely terrified.” They seemed to be enthusiastic about the prospects of feeling up and scaring a young woman, to which Robin was pleased to hear. It will make it all the more convincing. She had enough information on him to put an entry into her Journal on him. More than enough even, but this went further than her investigation. She understood there was a huge difference between what a man did and who a man truly was. From what she observed it seemed as if ‘master’ Rick needed someone to trust and care for, it was almost pitiful how easy it would be to gain it. Learning all of his secrets and manipulating him into thinking she could be that person was too tantalizing to pass up. Killing him would only provide a temporary satisfaction for her, but with what she had in plan he would wish he was dead. Robin felt a smile spread, a true genuine one.

Preliminary information was vital to her work. If Robin didn't find a Rick too dangerous she dared to spy on them for a little while before thinking of a way to come in contact with them. She also had the good fortune of acquiring a camera capable of shooting long distances. Through the lens she spotted him walking out of the plain office building. "Master" was what he was called. "What exactly are you the master of.." She mumbled to herself as she studied his movements. There was nothing distinct about his appearance. Same blue hair, same almost permanent scowl of a typical Rick. Robin snapped a photo just in case.