The small shack was completely surrounded. The interior of the rickety structure was lit up dramatically from the multiple spotlights outside. Olivia spoke into a megaphone, demanding that Walter White come out with his hands up. Before that, she was screaming for Hermione to come back.
Astrid's co-ordinates led the Fringe team into the middle of the desert where Walter, and his entire operation were hiding. It was an unimpressive location, but it kept him hidden for years. The team had the shack surrounded in seconds and any of them could make out his figure, running frantically inside. There he was. Hermione couldn't stop herself. The second Olivia's attention was taken by another agent, Hermione bolted in the direction of the shack. Olivia screamed behind her to come back.
Now Hermione was in the shack, with Walter cowering in the corner from the pistol in her hand. It was too easy. He was completely unarmed, and showed no intention of fighting back. He was sobbing, begging. This was not what she expected from a brutal killer.
"Please, I have a family," he sobbed. " A wife and two children, please."
"Funny you mention family, since you murdered mine."
"I-I- I'm sorry? I've never.."
"Shut up! You deserve this for being a killer."
"But I've never hurt a soul, I just, I produce the product but I've never hurt anyone! Not one person. I-I just do this for money, to help my family!"
He seemed so truthful, so innocent. But Hermione supposed that anyone had the acting ability of Meryl Streep when they had a gun to their head. The rage inside her built but so did the panic. She felt herself weakening to the task. If she pulled the trigger, she would tear apart another family. As well, she could never go back to the Hermione she was. She would forever be a killer. Could she….
"Please."
Hermione looked at him. Really looked at him. Inhaled deeply, and pulled the trigger.