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"Hold up...you want me to cook right now?" Jesse asked as he was not expecting to be taken straight to a meth lab upon his arrival. Perhaps that was the plan all along: just get him in Prague and turn him right back into a meth slave.
"This is not the meth lab where you will be cooking, Mr. Pinkman." Mr. Kratochvíl explained as he showed Jesse around the setup. "This is a small lab mainly for training new cooks; should we need to. I'm going to level with you Jesse, Mr. Vítek, Ms. Rodarte-Quayle, and myself have gone through quite a bit of trouble to free you from those Nazi bastards and get you safely overseas. We did this because Lydia assured me that I would be hiring one of the best meth cooks in the world. Before I spend anymore time and money on you, I need to know that my investment into you is worth it."
"So...you want me to cook, like a sample?" Jesse asked anxiously.
"If you would, everything you need to cook is present." Kratochvíl answered. "I understand that Heisenberg used a P2P cook because American authorities keep an eye on pseudoephedrine, let's just say that I have a steady supply of methylamine that I can see refilled when need be." Jesse looked around the lab and found all of the ingredients needed.
Seeing no other option, he began to cook up a small batch of crystal meth for his potential employer. When it came time, masks were provided for everyone as Jesse followed the procedure that he had done with Mr. White and eventually Todd, hundreds of times before. He was merely going through the motions now. Cooking up a batch of pure meth no longer had the excitement that it had once held for Jesse.
After a couple hours of cooking, the meth was solidified into liquid form. Stanislav took a syringe and extracted a sample from the cook before taking it to a machine that estimated the purity of the product. He injected the mass into the machine and it began to count the purity. Jesse watched in anxiousness as he numbed moved from the 20's to the 30's to the 40's. He knew that if the purity didn't live up to Kratochvíl's expectations, it was over for him. The odds were that he would most likely be killed right then and there because he knew far too much to be left alive. Luckily for him, the percentage kept going up past the 80's and to the 90's. When the counter finally stopped, everyone was shocked; Jesse most of all.
"99.3 percent." Stanislav said, clearly trying to hide his amazement.
"Yeah bitch!" Jesse exclaimed as he was filled with a great sense of euphoria as he knew that he was of value to these people now.
"Well Mr. Pinkman, I must say I am impressed." Vladimír said as he patted Jesse on the back. "You're hired."
"Thanks." Jesse replied as the men shook hands.
"Let us discuss your new arrangement over some fine Czech cuisine." Mr. Kratochvíl offfered as everyone went upstairs to celebrate the dawn of a new partnership.
After the successful trial cook, Mr. Kratochvíl had ordered dishes of Svíčková na smetaně for everyone. It was actually marinated sirloin and as Jesse dug in, it was the best tasting food that he'd had in moths. He washed down his food with some lovely white wine.
"Yo, this sirloin is the bomb." Jesse remarked as Vladimír nodded.
"The raspberry sauce and whipped cream on the side makes it perfection." He replied as everyone ate. "Now I can give you this." Kratochvil slid a dossier over to Jesse as he opened it to find important documents with his face on them.
"Who's Kevin Driscoll?" Jesse inquired.
"That is you, you're new identity." Mr. Kratochvíl explained. "You were born in Little Rock, Arkansas. Your mother was a seamstress and your father was a corporal in the United States army. As such, you were what the Americans would call an...army brat; growing up on military bases, never really putting down roots. You graduated from Margaret Sanger High School in Yonkers, New York. You attended the University of California at Los Angeles for 2 semesters before you dropped out to care for your ailing father. After his death, you were offered a job in Prague; working for my main company: Kratochvíl Shipping."
"All of that is in here?" Jesse asked in awe as he looked over everything.
"Indeed, I've also included the address for your new apartment and the location of your new headquarters where you will be cooking." Vladimír said as he leaned in towards Jesse. "In order for this to be profitable, I will need you to produce 90.7 kilograms of crystal meth every week. I have secured a lab partner for you and you will meet him in 2 days time. I trust you will want some time to move into your new apartment."
"Yeah, that would be nice." Jesse replied as he hung on the man's words.
"As Lydia told you, you may be flexible with your hours, as long as the weekly quota is met and you may go where you please. Although, if you wish to leave the Czech Republic, I ask that you inform me so that I can aid you in getting by customs." Mr. Kratochvíl cautioned. "You are still wanted by the American authorities."
"Yeah...no problem..." Jesse replied as Vladimír raised his glass.
"Then, I declare a toast: to a new business alliance that will make us both wealthy men." Kratochvíl said as he and Jesse clanked their glasses and drank.
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