Chapter 4 (short chapter, mainly here to resolve what happened with the theives)

The car swerved to a sideways position, allowing Walt and Jesse to get behind it for cover. Bullets continued to hit the vehicle as if it were a halistorm; once or twice, a window shattered into tiny little pieces and fell to the ground.

"What now?" Jesse yelled, barely heard by Walt over the gunfire which could be heard across the desert.

"I don't know!" Walt shouted back, then having to quickly shift away as the window above them was shot out.

Eventually, Jesse spoke: "I have an idea!"

With that, Jesse popped up and fired at the tyres of the vehicles belonging to the thieves. They didn't notice, so Jesse returned fire on them, and so did Walt; it caused them to retreat into their cars after one or two of their men were shot dead. But, the cars had punctured tyres, and as soon as they drove off one of them crashed into another and then into the final one as if they were dominos. It wasn't clear if it had killed them all off or not, but it was clear they weren't getting out of their cars. Even being knocked out would provide Walt and Jessie long enough to escape.

Walking over to the cars cautiously, one of them crawled out. Seeing Jesse and Walt, he instantly tried to escape, but he was limping and Jesse managed to grab him.

"WHO ARE YOU?" Jesse yelled furiously. "WHY WERE YOU TRYING TO STEAL THAT, BITCH?"

The man was panting, and then suddenly passed out. Jesse sighed, frustrated, but then he saw an emblem on the man's jacket, showing a skull with some text under it which read:

JURAREZ CARTEL

Walt broke into nervous laughter, just happy to be alive. Whilst Jesse was silent, Walt knew he felt the same. Getting back in the car, the arrived at Jesse's, Walt's car still there, the moonlight making it visible.

"You okay?" Jesse asked.

Walt looked at him. "Yeah."

Saying their silent goodbyes, Walt got into his car and returned home. As he got in, though, Skyler was not happy.

"Where have you been?" She asked, demanding an answer. "You walked out of the bedroom, grabbed your keys, said a rushed goodbye and you were off. I was worried, Walt."

Walt looked at her, smiling. Slowly, he said, "I was sorting out business."

With that, he tossed his keys onto the kitchen counter and flopped down onto his bed.