[ He took off his watch and offered it over. Now Chilton had time. Now he would know exactly when five minutes passed. With that, Walt left him alone. He snuck out easily and got everything into place -- putting a few, tiny vials of a clear liquid into the vents. Each of these were rigged with a remote controlled wire. All Walt had to do was press a button and they would open and unleash the gas into the air.
Three minutes.
Walt headed out the back door and collected the gas mask he stashed nearby, shoving it into the corner where he could grab it when it was needed. Afterward, he shifted shape into 'Antonio' and headed around front, arms extended in the air. ]
You guys wanted me. You got me. Now let him go.
[ They descended on him, yanked and dragged him inside. They beat on him, cursed at him for being a traitor and turning on them in favor of siding with 'Heisenberg.' And the price for traitors? They drew a gun on him.
One minute.
In the midst of being kicked in the stomach, Walt started to laugh. It was soft at first and then became nearly maniacal. Nearly ecstatic. The laugh caused the gang members to hesitate, and the one that had taken great pleasure in torturing Chilton grabbed Walt off the floor, thrusting him against the wall. ]
The fuck's so funny?? [ Demanded the sadistic one. ]
[ And Walt could only look at him full of mirth. ] Antonio's been dead for a long time now.
[ He shed his skin to the horror of the gang members. They stared on in open mouthed shock and then recovered enough to raise their guns.
Zero minutes.
Walt drew in a breath and hit the remote. Tabun, clear and odorless, filtered in through the vents. The men didn't realize what hit them until it was too late. Until they were doubling over in agony. And before the chemical saturated the air, Walt ran for the gas mask -- putting it on and breathing easily. He watched with satisfaction as the men dropped, their entire nervous systems giving out on them.
But he couldn't watch them for long because he had something more important to take care of. Walt headed to where he last left Chilton, and much to his relief, finding him unscathed. Walt reached out for his former psychiatrist, grabbing his wrist and through their connection, Chilton had temporary immunity. Walt blocked Chilton's receptors from the chemical so that his body wouldn't process it. ]
It's alright. You can breathe normally and open your eyes. As long as I'm holding onto you, you'll be fine. You'll be fine.
[ Walt looked up at him slowly, sadly. ]
There's a car outside waiting for you. The keys are in the console. On the seat, you'll find a paper with the address to my storage unit. The code is written on the paper as well. That's where all my money is being kept. All eleven million dollars. It's yours. I recommend getting it out of there as soon as you can and moving it someplace secure. I imagine as soon as the authorities get wind of this, that will be the first thing they look for.
[ A pause. ]
You can stop by my house in Heropa as well. If there's anything you want of my things -- I leave it all to you, Chilton.
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[ He paused and shook his head at Chilton. ]
Not yet. You don't have to hold your breath yet.
[ He took off his watch and offered it over. Now Chilton had time. Now he would know exactly when five minutes passed. With that, Walt left him alone. He snuck out easily and got everything into place -- putting a few, tiny vials of a clear liquid into the vents. Each of these were rigged with a remote controlled wire. All Walt had to do was press a button and they would open and unleash the gas into the air.
Three minutes.
Walt headed out the back door and collected the gas mask he stashed nearby, shoving it into the corner where he could grab it when it was needed. Afterward, he shifted shape into 'Antonio' and headed around front, arms extended in the air. ]
You guys wanted me. You got me. Now let him go.
[ They descended on him, yanked and dragged him inside. They beat on him, cursed at him for being a traitor and turning on them in favor of siding with 'Heisenberg.' And the price for traitors? They drew a gun on him.
One minute.
In the midst of being kicked in the stomach, Walt started to laugh. It was soft at first and then became nearly maniacal. Nearly ecstatic. The laugh caused the gang members to hesitate, and the one that had taken great pleasure in torturing Chilton grabbed Walt off the floor, thrusting him against the wall. ]
The fuck's so funny?? [ Demanded the sadistic one. ]
[ And Walt could only look at him full of mirth. ] Antonio's been dead for a long time now.
[ He shed his skin to the horror of the gang members. They stared on in open mouthed shock and then recovered enough to raise their guns.
Zero minutes.
Walt drew in a breath and hit the remote. Tabun, clear and odorless, filtered in through the vents. The men didn't realize what hit them until it was too late. Until they were doubling over in agony. And before the chemical saturated the air, Walt ran for the gas mask -- putting it on and breathing easily. He watched with satisfaction as the men dropped, their entire nervous systems giving out on them.
But he couldn't watch them for long because he had something more important to take care of. Walt headed to where he last left Chilton, and much to his relief, finding him unscathed. Walt reached out for his former psychiatrist, grabbing his wrist and through their connection, Chilton had temporary immunity. Walt blocked Chilton's receptors from the chemical so that his body wouldn't process it. ]
It's alright. You can breathe normally and open your eyes. As long as I'm holding onto you, you'll be fine. You'll be fine.
[ Walt looked up at him slowly, sadly. ]
There's a car outside waiting for you. The keys are in the console. On the seat, you'll find a paper with the address to my storage unit. The code is written on the paper as well. That's where all my money is being kept. All eleven million dollars. It's yours. I recommend getting it out of there as soon as you can and moving it someplace secure. I imagine as soon as the authorities get wind of this, that will be the first thing they look for.
[ A pause. ]
You can stop by my house in Heropa as well. If there's anything you want of my things -- I leave it all to you, Chilton.