[center][color=indianred][h1]Hector Cavala[/h1][/color][/center]

"[color=indianred]My name?[/color]" Hector said. "[color=indianred]It's Hector. You gonna stop complaining now?[/color]" Hector took another puff on the joint. A look of dull bliss crossed his face, and a strange focus showed in his eyes.

"[color=indianred]Aight, I know you're gettin' antsy here, so I got a plan. We're gonna hit up a hardware store and a pharmacy, and buy up some supplies.[/color]" Hector spoke quickly and decisively, evidently expecting Solovei to follow along regardless of what he said. "[color=indianred]I ain't gonna need much, and I'm gonna have to pay in cash so you're gonna need to give me that money back. No credit cards and no mail-- that shit's too easily tracked. You ain't gonna keep hidden very well if you buyin' ten tons of pressure cookers and blasting caps on Amazon, y'know?[/color]"

Hector fished around in his pocket for his wallet. He still had a decent amount of money left. Enough to buy some vitamin supplements, some canisters, and some other raw materials. It was better than nothing, but still pretty dire. 

"[color=indianred]Then, we're gonna find a good place to hide out. I'll call the boys, see how they doing in Kamurocho, see if I can get anybody over. After that, we're gonna play the game [i]tight[/i]. No dumbass moves, no challenges, nothing that'll get us killed by some crazy motherfucker with a sword and a complex, y'know?[/color]"

Hector briefly paused to think. All he knew of his Servant was that he came from a story where he used his voice to kill people. He didn't know if it was a sonic scream or a compelling voice, but either or both would work quite well. All that mattered to Hector was that Solovei could cause enough collateral damage to make following him a dangerous proposition.

"[color=indianred]If, by chance, someone comes around looking for us, I got a contingency. I got this crazy mix of shit you don't even [i]know[/i] about, and it'll make you fuckin' Superman for a while. All you gotta do is take it, an' you're gonna be tossing cars an' shit. While you doin' that, I'm gonna help you however I can. I ain't got the shit to make bombs like [i]los Zetas[/i] or nothing, but I got what I need to make somethin' good, you know? I got a buddy who work with el Che, and I got some good tips from him 'fore he died. Ain't much, but it'll work.[/color]"

Hector briefly made the sign of the cross, in honor of his lost friend.
"[color=indianred]Don't be 'fraid to use your voice powers or nothing, if we get to the point where we gotta end some [i]pendejos[/i], everything helps. So... you got any problems, or we solid? We still gotta pick out a place to eat, so you can think it over breakfast.[/color]"