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ALTERNATE TITLE: BREAKING INTEREST
Honestly Walter has fought so many random animals it's getting absurd. I'm pretty sure it's due to his cancer or lack of combat experience but yeah, any fight where's he's alone without prep time usually requires the opponent to have a handicap of their own. In which case, here you go
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Sun shone brightly in the Albuquerque desert, free of gunfights, trauma, and important character deaths... for now. On that day, Walter chose to spend a day to take a break from work there. His career in the trapped realm had been going pretty well, mostly untouched by the many incidents going about with a few scant incidents as well as a strange amount of aggressions directed towards him by wild animals. Combined with immortality and connections with superhumans and his empire has become practically unstoppable, at least in his home universe.
It did cost him his ability to go home too often and those special days were greatly cherished.
"And there you go, can you hear me?" Walter asked, his laptop showing the lab back in the trapped realm.
"Yep, connections are way better now," Jesse replied.
There were admittedly a few benefits of the new rule though they were rapidly being outweighed by downsides. Travel restrictions, routine censuses, higher surveillance, product checking, and Walter could only imagine how worse it'd be in the future. Admittedly, it made sense, a "noble" yet paranoid general would certainly have less than kind views for crime. It'd be great to figure out to find a way to get rid of him though for now, it's better to get into his good graces.
"Alright, keep it on. I'd like to make sure nothing goes wrong," Walter said before laying down on his unfolded chair.
"Sure thing Mr. Whi- Whoa, is that a missile?!" Jesse exclaimed.
"Wait wha-" his sentence was quickly cut off by a gigantic explosion obliterating everything around him, including the laptop which cut off the feed. Walter stepped back into the lab, having been revived from the incident. Naturally he was quite shaken, then exasperated, and then annoyed.
"Why did this happen?" Walter asked.
"I don't know, we've done everything right so far," Mike replied.
"Well, I'll add this to our list of things to watch out for," the drug lord said, writing it down on a much shorter list.
"Say, that Ironwood guy made an investigation team of some sort, right?" Jesse pointed out, adding something else to watch out for.
It was an option of course and should Ironwood realize this problem, he may offer "help" without consent. It was a way to show power and realizing this, Walter put top priority to this problem, readying-
"The Machine" Carrie said, earning everyone's attention.
In a now more positive environment... well, more positive than her abusive household and school environment... Carrie was able to hone her abilities in a more productive manner. Among the things she's improved on was her clairvoyance which helped greatly in this case, allowing her to gain a name just from watching an incident.
"Alright Carrie, come with me," Walter invited. The two eventually reached the crater, finding it to be greater than expected. It matched the recording, a cruise missile of some sort though the lack of escalation was the most puzzling. Carrie kneeled down on the charred ground, touching one of the shrapnel in the crater.
"The Machine it's... it's an AI. An AI made to predict crime..." she said.
"And who's running it?" Walter asked.
"His name is... his name... his names... so many..." Carrie trailed on, unable to latch onto a definitive answer.
"Give me something consistent," the drug lord asked.
"XXX-XX-5492, Social Security"
It did cost him his ability to go home too often and those special days were greatly cherished.
"And there you go, can you hear me?" Walter asked, his laptop showing the lab back in the trapped realm.
"Yep, connections are way better now," Jesse replied.
There were admittedly a few benefits of the new rule though they were rapidly being outweighed by downsides. Travel restrictions, routine censuses, higher surveillance, product checking, and Walter could only imagine how worse it'd be in the future. Admittedly, it made sense, a "noble" yet paranoid general would certainly have less than kind views for crime. It'd be great to figure out to find a way to get rid of him though for now, it's better to get into his good graces.
"Alright, keep it on. I'd like to make sure nothing goes wrong," Walter said before laying down on his unfolded chair.
"Sure thing Mr. Whi- Whoa, is that a missile?!" Jesse exclaimed.
"Wait wha-" his sentence was quickly cut off by a gigantic explosion obliterating everything around him, including the laptop which cut off the feed. Walter stepped back into the lab, having been revived from the incident. Naturally he was quite shaken, then exasperated, and then annoyed.
"Why did this happen?" Walter asked.
"I don't know, we've done everything right so far," Mike replied.
"Well, I'll add this to our list of things to watch out for," the drug lord said, writing it down on a much shorter list.
"Say, that Ironwood guy made an investigation team of some sort, right?" Jesse pointed out, adding something else to watch out for.
It was an option of course and should Ironwood realize this problem, he may offer "help" without consent. It was a way to show power and realizing this, Walter put top priority to this problem, readying-
"The Machine" Carrie said, earning everyone's attention.
In a now more positive environment... well, more positive than her abusive household and school environment... Carrie was able to hone her abilities in a more productive manner. Among the things she's improved on was her clairvoyance which helped greatly in this case, allowing her to gain a name just from watching an incident.
"Alright Carrie, come with me," Walter invited. The two eventually reached the crater, finding it to be greater than expected. It matched the recording, a cruise missile of some sort though the lack of escalation was the most puzzling. Carrie kneeled down on the charred ground, touching one of the shrapnel in the crater.
"The Machine it's... it's an AI. An AI made to predict crime..." she said.
"And who's running it?" Walter asked.
"His name is... his name... his names... so many..." Carrie trailed on, unable to latch onto a definitive answer.
"Give me something consistent," the drug lord asked.
"XXX-XX-5492, Social Security"
- Speed equalized
- Place Located in: New York City
- Starting range: 50 meters with no line of sight
- Walter had his Smith & Wesson Model 442
- Win via anything!!
- "Harold" : 0
- "Heisenberg" : 0
- Incon : 0
VS
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