Hector as a chimp, war giraffes, and thrilling escapes in the twilight of early dawn- these are just a taste of the wild adventures found in this chapter.

Hector blinked. “Where is the plant? Uhh… Why, I had it in my- dang. It’s in my car.” Flores smiled- but something about the smile was wrong. Hector noticed a new, disagreeable, almost malicious look on the drug-lord’s round, slick face. It was gone in a microsecond...

Three hours and thirty minutes flew by, much like a bald eagle chasing a desert jackrabbit, as Hector made tracks to a small compound. Nestled deep in the Sierra Madre Occidental mountains, the compound had for decades been a secret stronghold to those evading the...

Chemistry is an interesting subject. It’s like math, and it’s also like a game, a cruel and unusual game where you combine several materials in the hope of making a new material that is useful to you in some way. Of course, just like math, you don’t always get the...

The two men stared at each other, each daring his enemy to make the first move- and, subsequently, to be punched full of lead. Hector’s grip was one of iron- very sweaty iron- on his rifle. The policeman didn’t seem to be fazed by Hector’s steel barrel of death- yet...