Breaking Bad: Season 6

Chapter One

'Albuquerque'

2018

Jesse sits impatiently, staring out the airport window. The same way he's been doing for hours. He's fascinated by the planes, as he continues staring at the runway. He pulls his phone from his pocket, and checks the time: 6:49am, Friday 9th February 2018. He begins fiddling with his jackets' zippers, wondering what's happened back in Albuquerque. After many years in Alaska, it was about time he went home. The moment he drove through that fence at The White Supremacist Compound, escaping Jack Welker and his men, he began his journey to Alaska. He managed to scramble enough money for a plane ticket, and then, to get away from it all, he left. Without any goodbyes whatsoever. Many mysteries await him back in Albuquerque.

"Attention, please. This is the final call for flight 2310 to Albuquerque, New Mexico. Departing passengers should proceed to gate number 15."

Time to go. Butterflies build up in Jesse's stomach. He doesn't know how much time he'll spend back in New Mexico. Could be days, weeks, months. Maybe even hours, or years. All depends on how things played out after he left. He continues to walk towards the plane, wearing multiple jackets. He'll have to take them off in the plane, and get ready for that Albuquerque heat he's missed so much. He walks past a mirror, and stops for a second to look at himself; make sure he looks good. He has short, blonde, slicked back hair, and a clean shaven face. He's been sober for years, got himself a 9-5, and a nice little house. He's been struggling to find love since Andrea, and what Todd done. That son-of-a-bitch. Jesse has never felt better than that moment where he had Todd choking to death, and when Todd's dead, purple-faced body, dropped to the floor. Jesse can't stop thinking about Todd and Andrea, now. He grows angrier as he boards the plane.

Jesse wakes up on the plane, head against the glass. He recognized where he was — New Mexico. Well, a few hundred feet above, at least. He slowly lifts his head from the window, lightly hurting his neck, and leans back against his seat. There's an older man sitting beside him, reading a book — Leaves of grass, by Walt Whitman.

"Oh, hey, kid. Did I wake you? Sorry."

"No, you, uh--, you're good. Probably just the engines or something.", Jesse replies.

"Trust me, I've got 2 children and 5 grandchildren. I can tell when I've woken someone up. You got any of your own? You look like a nice young man."

"Kids? Nah. It's er, just me."

"Oh. Waiting for the right one, are we? Well I wish you well. Having a family is the best thing you could ever ask for, kid. You'll really do anything for 'em..."

Jesse begins to stare into space, drifting into his own world, as the guy talks on. A few minutes pass, and the guy's still telling Jesse a story about family.

"...and you know a good example of doing anything for family would be, uh, what's his face, er... the meth, drug lord guy from a few years back... Heisenberg? Yeah, that's the one. That Heisenberg man, you heard of him?"

Jesse turns and looks at the man for a few seconds. Been years since he's heard that name.

"Yeah, I, uh, I think I've heard that name somewhere."

Jesse opens his hotel room door with a keycard, and throws his suitcase on the floor. He grabs his phone from his pocket, and proceeds to dial a phone number. The phone rings for a few seconds, then someone answers.

"Hey, uh, whoever this is, how'd you get this number? You know I'm not selling the blue anymore, right?"

Jesse pauses for a second.

"No, it's, uh--, hey Badger. It's, Jesse."

"Holy... fuck! No way, man. Thought you were like, dead, in Alaska or some shit like that."

"Almost." Jesse answers.

"So, like, where are you?"

"Islet Hotel Casino, it's called. Apartment 10."

"I'll be there, bro! I'll bring Pete."

There's a knock at the door. Jesse answers immediately.

"So what's up, guys!" Jesse says.

"Oh... hey, Jess--, uh--" Badger is cut off by Pete.

"We're real sorry, man." Pete says.

Jesse hears footsteps running down the hallway.

"Jesse Pinkman! DEA! Show us your hands!"

Jesse slams the door shut and runs to the other side of the room. The door is kicked in and a dozen federal agents flood the room. They all aim their guns at Jesse, and Jesse is cornered, against a window. He's only 2 floors up. He contemplates jumping out. He'd need to be able to throw himself back hard enough to break the glass. He doesn't think he'll be able to. He stands completely still, as an agent moves towards him, holding handcuffs. He takes one look back, and realizes has no choice. He lifts his right hand, balls it into a fist, and hits it twice against the glass, as hard as he can, groaning each time. The 2nd attempt shatters the glass. The DEA agents raise their guns, to warn Pinkman. Jesse pauses, looking at the DEA agent slowly walking towards him.

"Bitch!" shouts Jesse.

Jesse lets out a shout, as he jumps backwards, through the glass, and out the window. A few DEA agents open fire for a second. Jesse looks down, and sees a car below, hoping to land on it. He closes his eyes. The drop was much bigger than he previously thought. DEA agents rush to the broken window as they watch Pinkman fall. There's a few DEA agents on the ground, watching Jesse. If Jesse misses the car, he's dead.

[END OF CHAPTER 1]