AN: I made some updates to Chapter 1. Nothing major, however it's worth taking a look.

Chapter 2:

Morty sat with a zoned-out Summer and Rick on the couch, aimlessly flipping through inter-dimensional tv. No one would have known the 14 year old had talked his big sister out of running away to the Southwest only a few hours earlier. The Ball Fondlers marathon they'd been watching had long-since ended and Morty was trying to find something else to watch. Nothing seemed to jump out at him until something on a planetary system's evening news caught his eye. Things were getting pretty intense wherever they were filming. However, what stopped Morty from changing the channel was seeing a picture of Alura pop up.

"H-hey, hey! Rick, it's that Catwoman person on the news!" cried Morty, pointing to the screen.

Rick looked up to a blue-haired alien anchorwoman with a small picture of Alura in the corner. "It appears long-time fugitive and traitor of the Intergalactic Federation, Alura La Lunara..."

"Geez what a stupid name…" muttered Rick, crossing his arms over his chest and pretending not to listen.

"… has been found on Spa-Sketii 151 where a firefight between Galactic Federation officers and herself ensued after a speeder bike chase through downtown Saucenlolly. Apparently the officers received an anonymous tip that La Lunara was attempting a break-in at a virus containment facility. The images we are about to show are graphic and may not be suitable for some viewers…"

A window on the screen enlarged then, showing a Rambo'd-out Alura firing two automatic plasma rifles into a group of heavily armored Federation officers. Rick noticed a metal vial hooked to a ball chain around her neck, which he recognized as a container for transporting deadly diseases.

"F*ck the Federation! F*****ck the police! I'm going to blast every last one of you c*cks*ckers to roach hell!" screamed Alura before laying down some cover fire and running into the condemned building behind her.

The video then shrunk to the corner of the screen revealing the female anchor once more who looked disturbingly unfazed by what had just played. Keeping that creepy, ever-present, smile on her face, she continued.

"La Lunara is currently hold-up on the second floor of an old plumbis factory where the firefight has lasted over an hour. We now go live to Tom Thermblorp who is there on the ground. What do you see Tom?"

The screen switched to a tie-wearing octopus creature whom was huddled behind a bullet riddled car while streams of plasma rays flew out a window on the second floor of the factory behind him. It looked like a scene out of "Training Day".

"It's a bloodbath!... It's a f*cking bloodbath! Someone just… just make it stop!" The news reporter cried before the screen switched back to inside the studio.

"Thank you Tom," said the female anchor, not seeming to care about her coworker's precarious situation. "It is yet unclear if La Lunara can be captured and brought into custody or if the violence will end in further bloodshed. We will have more on this story after the commercial break."

"Shiiiiiit!" cried Rick before immediately jumping up from his chair and blasting a portal into the floor in front of them. "Come on Morty, Summer, uuurp time to take a field trip."

"What the hell, grandpa!?" Cried Summer, shaken out of her wandering thoughts as Rick pulled both her and Morty into the green swirling portal with him.

On the other side they found themselves caught up in the same firefight they had just been watching on tv.

"Rick, why… why the hell would you bring us here?" Yelled Morty as the trio huddled behind what little bit of cover they could find.

"Shut up!" cried Summer, looking anxiously over at the teams of heavily armed gromflomites literally swarming the area. "Do you want them to find us?!"

Sure enough, their yelling caught the attention of two nearby Federation officers.

"You hear that?" Asked the gromflomite on the right. "Do you think she brought backup?"

The one on the left pumped a round into his plasma rifle, zeroing in on the area the noises were coming from. "I dunno, let's check it out."

Summer shot daggers at her brother.

"Oh great! Now they're coming for us!" She snapped. "Who knew you'd talk me into giving our crappy family a second chance and then immediately lead me to my death? I should have left for Arizona!"

"M-m-maybe you should have!" Morty retorted. "You know, this wasn't my-"

Ignoring his bickering grandkids, Rick spryly dove out from behind their cover, grabbed up a plasma gun from a dead Federation officer laying nearby and rolling behind an abandoned vehicle where he shot both gromflomites down.

"You idiots done?" asked Rick, looking at his wide-eyed grandchildren.

"Yes-"

"Yes, Grandpa Rick."

"Good," he said, scooping up the gromflomite's guns and carelessly tossing them into Morty and Summer's hands. "Because it's time to- urrrp -kick some insect ass!"

***s*h*w*i*f*t*y***

Alura had migrated from the second floor offices into the packing room of the plumbis factory, looking for a way out. The appearance of the Federation at the virus containment facility was completely unexpected. The officers showed up so fast, there was no way they couldn't have been tipped off beforehand. It was clear that someone in her intel circle had betrayed her. Probably Rob, the demented f*ck.

Her heart jumped in her chest as she heard slamming doors down the hall behind her. She immediately ran for a place to hide. Heading towards a dark corner, Alura pressed herself against a giant ream of brown butcher paper and began searching in her satchel for another plasma charging cell for her rifle.

"Damn it," she whispered, finding that she was all out.

Alura heard the door to the packing room open and she immediately retreated further into the darkness. Peeking out from behind the paper ream, she could see three agents enter the room. Suddenly, the lights slammed on, taking away her one advantage.

Sneaking through the paper reams and shelves filled with packing materials, Alura positioned herself and waited for the agents to draw closer. Once they were right up alongside her, Alura turned out from behind a giant roll of plastic wrap and knocked the closest agent's gun aside. She then pulled him in front of her, using him as a shield as the other two agents shot him in the chest.

Grabbing the riot baton from the now-dead gromflomite's belt, she threw its body aside and smacked the agent to her left in the side of the head, knocking him out. The last agent to her right moved out of distance from her baton forcing Alura to throw herself into a diving roll and snatch up a discarded gun from the ground. Taking aim, she pulled the trigger. Nothing happened.

Two red lights flashed on the sides of the gun then, an electronic female voice saying, "Unauthorized user. Safety engaged."

Laura's eyes went wide, "Aw shit."

"Oooops," the agent mocked annoyingly. training his gun on her. "You like that? New issue for Unit 66."

"Yeah, real cute." She muttered, knowing she was in real deep shit. "Does it come with a matching purse to put it in?"

***s*h*w*i*f*t*y***

"I really- I really don't think we should be here," whined Morty, as the trio snuck through the plumbis factory.

"Yeah," agreed Summer, whisper-yelling. "This is totally insane!"

"I- I mean, Alura La-Whoever seems a little unhinged. You know, kinda untrustworthy," Morty reasoned, stepping over a dead gromflomite. The hallway was riddled with them. "You said it yourself, she's no good- always thieving, trying to steal your work for money and all."

Rick was barely listening, however. He was more focused on the task at hand.

"Look, Morty, sometimes you just have to let shit go. Trust me on this," he said.

***s*h*w*i*f*t*y***

"Alura La Lunara... Everyone back at headquarters is going to be soooo jealous I caught you," the gromflomite's feelers twitched gleefully. "You can imagine some of them have hard feelings over the whole betrayal-thing."

"And I thought they'd miss me... fickle bastards," she snorted sarcastically. "Is Commander Daar-Lan still a fat-ass or did he finally go on that diet?"

"Jokes? You're telling f*cking jokes?" The agent snapped, not believing the gall of woman in front of him.

"What's life without a bit of levity?" She muttered, looking at him over the barrel of his gun. If only she could get him to come a bit closer...

"I hear you used to be hot shit, but I never thought you were anything special," he told her. "But hey, who cares? I get mad credit for your capture either way. Now give up the virus before I shoot you in the damn head," he threatened.

"Really? You think I'm going to give you one of the most powerful weapons in the universe because you threaten to kill me?" She asked. "What kind of pussy do you think I am?"

"Are you kidding me?" He cried, his frustration reaching its peak. "I've got a gun aimed at your head! I've got full authority to either kill you on the spot or take you to a black site and torture you till your brain turns to slime!"

"Yeah?" She asked, a smile spreading across her face. "Well I've got a Rick."

The gomflomite's eyes went wide. "A dick?!"

Suddenly, the officer got a hole the size of an orange blasted through the front of his head. The bug-like corpse fell, revealing Rick, Morty, and Summer standing behind it, the two kids looking shell shocked.

"She- she said a Rick, asshole! Whubba-lubba-dub-dub!" Rick cried out, celebrating his awesome shot. "Did you- did you guys see that shit?"

"Saw it, felt it, tasted it…" answered a none-too-pleased Alura who was covered in black/green gromflomite blood. Shaking it from her hands, she attempted to wipe it from her mouth.

"Babe, you have no idea," muttered Rick with a confident smirk.

She shuttered to think of what he meant by that.

"Well thanks for saving me…" said Alura, standing up and passing the trio. "And don't call me babe."

"Hey, could you show me a little more f*cking gratitude. I just stopped that insect from making you a stain on the floor," said Rick.

"Yes. Let me rephrase: thanks for the incredibly delayed backup, which was almost seconds too late," she smiled facetiously before bending over one of the dead aliens and stripping it of it's ammo. "Besides, I could have handled it."

"I don't know, you looked pretty f*cked to me," Rick muttered.

"How did you find me here?" She asked.

That's when Morty piped up. "We- we- we saw the news and..."

"And Grandpa Rick here immediately dove straight into a portal to save you," finished Summer with a very smug smile.

"Don't try to inject your gushy teen romance novel bullshit into the situation, Summer," Rick snapped pointedly. Every person in the room at the moment was really trying his patience. "It just so happens Alura here is in possession of one of the universe's most deadly viruses, which she should have been smart enough to have destroyed by now. But apparently I've just been taught another lesson in 'trusting no one to do anything right but yourself'."

"Get off your high horse, Rick," Alura snorted, crossing her arms in front of her chest. "I tried to destroy it at the virus containment center but the stupid thing is indestructible."

"Why didn't you just ask me to do it?" asked Rick. "I've got like urrrp at least 50 machines in my garage primed and ready to suck the life-force out of anything."

"I can vouch for that," interjected Morty, a bit too aware of that fact.

Alura turned her gaze on Rick again, "I figured the night you gave me a bag full of guns and a blank passport was my hard out from your life."

"Whoa, shit," muttered Summer. "Wait... you gave her a bag full of guns but somehow can't manage to get me a birthday present?" She asked, turning on her grandpa.

"This isn't a good time, Summer," Rick growled through his teeth.

"Anyway," muttered Alura, frustrated at the interruption. "This virus is different from any I've ever seen-"

"And blah blah, spooky hocus pocus bullshit. Trust me, there isn't anything I can't kill," claimed Rick before shooting a portal into the air next to them and ushering Alura through it to his garage.

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