Chapter 1: Cool Cat Saves the Government Owned Prius
"Dogs are my friends, identify yourself!" - Cool Cat
Walter White looked out the window of his newly bought house. It would not be his permanent residency, but the location promised security for his illicit business. In this Los Angeles suburban neighborhood, his name was Donovan Neely. His persona was a newly retired microwave salesman, and the only crime he committed was jaywalking in a school zone. He told his neighbors that his son, Christian (which was actually Jesse Pinkman), would visit his household to deliver his groceries (which were actually supplies for making methamphetamine).
Everything about this neighborhood seemed perfect on paper when Walter finalized the deal. The only thing that the realtor did not warn him about, however, was that there is a crime fighting catman that patrols the neighborhood. This cat man, also known to the neighborhood children as "Cool Cat", was a mystery to Walter. No one suspected Donovan of being a meth trafficker, yet, but Cool Cat could interfere with his plans.
His cellphone rang. "Ay yo, Mr. White."
"Yes, Jesse?"
"Yeah… Uh, I'm here at the gate, but uh, you didn't give me a code for it."
Walter hesitated. "69." He couldn't believe the gate code was the password for sex, and that he had to utter that number to his pesky, immature accomplice.
"What?!" Jesse exclaimed.
"You heard me. See you soon." Walter hung up. He put on his fedora and stepped outside his door to water his plants. He told his neighbors that gardening helps with his clinical depression. Little did they know that the meth pickup would be underneath his treasured perennials.
As soon as he stepped outside, he saw a red Prius parked outside his house. "Jesse doesn't own a Prius, he's too poor for it." He squinted his eyes to look inside, but the windows were too darkly tinted. "Fuck. It could be anyone." This Prius could be deadly.