I DO NOT OWN BREAKING BAD.

FACE CLAIMS

VLADIMIR KRATOCHVÍL- WILLIAM ZABKA.

Czech Slovak Restaurant. Prague. Czech Republic.

After leaving the compound with the bodies of a dozen dead Neo Nazis in their wake, Jesse was immediately driven to an airport in Albuquerque. Stanislav gave Lydia the directions on where to drive until they eventually pulled up to a sleek looking private jet. Jesse had never been on an actual airplane in his life. He didn't count the biplane that he had rode on with Gus and Mike when they damn near sold him to Don Eladio and the cartel. Everyone got out as Lydia pocketed the keys to her car which she was leaving at the runway until her return.

As they boarded the jet, Jesse was floored by how luxurious it looked.

"This is...a sweet ass plane yo." Jesse stuttered as he tries not to touch anything out of fear of getting the plane filthy.

"It suits our purpose well enough." Stanislav replied as everyone got aboard and settled into their seats as the jet took off into the skies of New Mexico.

"You should relax Jesse...it's going to be a 14 hour flight to Prague." Lydia said as she began making herself a cup of tea. "In the meantime, I purchased something that will be of use to you." Lydia dig into her purse and pulled out a DVD box.

"Learning Czech?" Jesse asked as he looked at the box.

"Since you are going to be living in the Czech Republic for the foreseeable future, it would be best to have at least a rudimentary understanding of the language." Lydia replied with smart aleck's tone as Jesse found a built in DVD player and started to watch.

"Ahoj, jmenuji se..." (Hello, my name is...) The woman on the DVD said for the first lesson.

"Ahoj...jmenuji se Jesse Pinkman." Jesse replied slowly as he got a feel for the words on his tongue.

"Not for much longer, you're still a wanted man Pinkman since Hank Schrader kept your cooperation against Heisenberg secret from the DEA." Vítek warned. "That's why Mr. Kratochvíl has secured a new identity for you. All of your official documents should be prepared by this time tomorrow."

"He can do that?" Jesse asked with a bit of amazement in his voice.

"No, but he has very influential friends in the Czech government that can." Lydia replied as she put some Stevia into her tea. Jesse said. I thing as he continued watching the DVD, wondering what the Hell he had gotten himself into.

Over the 14 hour flight, Jesse had managed to pick up a few phrases in Czech, take the first decent shower in months, and sleep for more than 5 hours at a time without being exposed to the elements. It was a few minutes past noon when the private jet landed at Prague Airport. A clean shaven and refreshed Jesse walked off the plane into a private terminal. As the group walked into customs, Stanislav went up to one of the airport agents and discreetly handed him a large wad of Korunas; the currency of the Czech Republic. As Jesse saw, this was to get them past customs without the baggage checks that ate up so much time. After they got out of the airport, a limo appeared with a driver holding a sign with the name VÍTEK written on it.

"Like I said, Mr. Kratochvíl is expecting us." Stanislav said as they approached the limo.

"Right on." Jesse replied as he got in after Lydia.

"The Czech Slovak." Vítek commanded as the chauffeur began driving as fast as the speed limit would allow. After about 10 minutes or so, the limo stopped in front of a fancy looking restaurant.

"This is one of Mr. Kratochvíl's fronts, it's the one he's most proud of." Stanislav explained as everyone got out and headed inside. The atmosphere at the restaurant was quite inviting and it was filled with delicious smells aplenty.

"I always enjoy dining here when I'm in Prague." Ms. Rodarte-Quayle commented and Jesse could see why.

"We have a reservation under Kratochvíl." Stanislav said to the hostess who nodded.

"Ano, Mr. Kratochvíl is expecting you." She replied as she led the party to the VIP section where they saw a man with blonde hair and blue eyes wearing a dashing suit and drinking white wine. His eyes lit up when he saw them approaching.

"Stanislav, good to see you back in one piece." He said as the men exchanged cheek kisses before he did the same to Lydia. "And Lydia, it's been too long since you visited."

"Work keeps me busy, I'm afraid and speaking of work...May I present, Mr. Jesse Pinkman. Jesse, this is Mr. Vladimír Kratochvíl." Lydia said as Jesse stepped forward as Vlad's went wide with delight.

"Jesse Pinkman...I am very glad to make your acquaintance." Vladimír said as the men shook hands. "I'm a huge fan of your work."

"Thanks...I mean, about getting me out of the Hell hole." Jesse said as the horrors of what he had suffered under Jack Welker and his gang had not disappeared from his memory.

"Think nothing of it, it was fun." Kratochvíl replied with a chuckle. "Having one of the greatest meth cooks coming to work for me and I get to shed Nazi blood, how could I resist?"

"You got beef with the Nazis?" Jesse asked as Vladimír's face went cold.

"The Nazis invaded our homeland and slaughtered our people, so ano, Every Czech has beef with them." Kratochvíl replied. "As you can surely testify Pane Pinkman, Nazis are dangerous insects that must be squashed quickly. If I had my way, every Nazi would get what it deserves." At that moment, a fly came buzzing and with a quick movement, Vladimír skewered it with a Kebob stick and placed it into a candle's flame to drive his point home. Jesse got the point and he couldn't help but feel intimidated.

"Ano...I'd waste them too Yo." Jesse stuttered as Vladimír clapped him on the back.

"There is something I would like to show you." He said as he motioned everyone to follow him. The group went to the back of the restaurant and came upon a hidden door. Mr. Kratochvíl typed in a key code on a code machine next to it and the door opened. He motioned everyone to go inside and as they did, the sight of a small meth lab greeted them.

"What's this?" Jesse asked as he looked over the set up.

"This...is where you prove your skill; Jesse Pinkman." Vladmír said with a smirk on his face.

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