Back against the dirty wall, Morty was trying to catch his breath, and not to let the panic overhelm him as he looked at the broken portal gun in his hands. He was fucked. He was so fucked right now. He had been able to let his pursuers behind for now, but he wasn’t stupid: they haven’t give up yet. As long as he stayed in this city, they would catch him within an hour, maybe two if he played his cards well. And as tired as he was, and with the portal gun now useless (in a certain way, he had been lucky, they were aiming for his back), it was easier said than done.
Actually, there was only one option he could think of right now. He reached into his backpack and after a minute, pulled a weird radio from inside. Rick had explained its functionality to his grandson when he had gave it to him, a few month ago: if activated, it would sent a encrypted SOS that only Rick’s ship would be able to receive and decrypt. And since most of Ricks built their ship the same way - minus a few modifications - if one of them was in this dimension, his ship would in theory be able to receive the SOS as well… right? He pushed a few buttons, starting the transmission before he let himself think too much about all the things that could go wrong. And now, he just had to wait. And hope very, very hard.
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