>>5980103BAM! You hear a gunshot that shatters what is probably a glass door. The officers rush inside the house, which was apparently blasting rap music. You arent privy to see the bust, but you're kind of glad that you aren't. I mean, what would you do near a crazy junkie meth cook? Jeez. It's hard to imagine. Eventually, the radio in Hank's hand speaks again.
"House is clear. One suspect in custody."
"Copy that. The suspect, might he be of the Latino persuasion?" Hank sounds hopeful.
"Driver's license says Emilio Koyama." Gomez's expression turns gleeful. Wow. It really was one guy. You're surprised that you're surprised.
"Asian! Pay up, suck—" He reaches for the money, but Hank slaps his hand on it first and takes it.
"Hey, hey, hey. First name, Emilio. That's at least half a beaner. Tell you what, I'll let you off for a ten." Gomez snatches the money from him, grumbling. "Cheer up, Gomey. You people still got J-Lo."
"Hank, d'you think I might get to go inside? See the actual lab?" Hank and Gomez share a look.
"Uh... yeah, yeah. Tell you what, we're gonna go ahead and peek our heads in, check it out first. Stay here a minute." They get out of the car, leaving you inside. Man, you've got to see this lab. This has to be some amateur stuff, you mean, chili powder? Fucking chili powder? Why purposefully ruin the final product like that? Actually, you're sure you know why, it's because he's a stupid junk— what was that? Your train of thought is interrupted by a jingling sound to your right. Probably someone unlocking their car or something.
...
That is a half-naked man putting his pants on. He's... really struggling with it too. He fumbles with the pant leg a few times before tripping on it and tumbling off the roof. You can't help but flinch; the fall sounded painful. A topless woman tosses down a few more of his clothes as he gets up.
"Oh, God," you let out. You look to the man putting his clothes on. He's really on edge, constantly looking towards the sage house with the DEA all over it. He scans the area... and locks eyes with you. You finally get a good look at... his face. "Oh my God." He seems to recognize you too and curses. "Pinkman?" Your former student, JESSE PINKMAN, holds up a finger to his lips and absconds. You get out of the car to see him get into his.
"THECAPN" reads the license plate on Jesse's CHEVROLET MONTE CARLO. Oh your God.
How do you react? (CHOOSE ONE.)
>IGNORE HIM. You'd rather not get your hands dirty with all that criminal grime. To think, one of your former students. (+3 HEISENBERG POINTS>TELL HANK. You've got to. You're not just going to let him get away, are you? (+3 WALTER POINTS)>TEAM UP WITH JESSE. You know, this meth thing seems pretty lucrative. Maybe, he and you could team up? (+5 HEISENBERG POINTS)>CONFRONT JESSE. You haven't talked since he flunked your class, but you can't <span class="mu-i">not</span> help a former student. (+5 WALTER POINTS)---
TOTAL POINTS (2:1)
WALTER POINTS: 4
HEISENBERG POINTS: 2
