The warehouse has an underground lab, shiny and high-tech. Mike's pretty sure Walt modeled it after the lab where he and Jessie toiled in near slavery, but he's never brought it up.
He steps down a spiral staircase made of the warehouse's thin metal, his footsteps ringing loud and his hand gripping the rail with what he won't admit is nervousness. He's not sure why he's approaching his old partner, but felt like he couldn't... not. Now that they're both trapped, again, in Walt's world, the world they'd once promised each other to escape.
Jessie is silently, sullenly collecting plastic bins and carrying them to another counter. She doesn't acknowledge him.
"Did you do it?" her voice comes out at him suddenly.
"What?"
She starts to turn toward him, but stops, still addressing the space left of him. Her voice sounds dead but still somehow sounds angry. Her head is bowed and it looks like her shoulders are never going to unclench. "Did you kidnap them?"
Mike has always prided himself on his honesty. Doesn't mean he can't feel bad about it. "Yeah. I gave the order."
She jerks her plastic bins up off the counter and spins away from him. "Stay the fuck away from me."
Mike notices a photo of the young woman and the boy – her son, he's guessing by now – that someone had clipped to a shelf. A threatening reminder, or a magnanimous gift. You never knew, with the twisted mind that fucker had.