Ali was the bigger of the two, but that didn’t deter Max Koga a bit; in fact, he preferred larger opponents. Keeping a tight grip on the ...

The scorpion was small and integrated into a larger design, making it hardly noticeable by a passing observer, but to Koga, it might as w...

“Hey Max, I mean Mack, over here,” Stockton Clay called out from the center of the Sheraton Grand Los Angeles lobby. Max Koga stepped out...

The lobby of the Sheraton Grand Los Angeles was spacious and opulent, with a shiny marble floor and high ceilings. The wood panels on the...

One thousand kilograms of military-grade explosive, wrapped in a blue vinyl cover, delicately placed into the bed of a late-model Toyota ...

“Are you prepared to give up your life for the good of God?” Nasim al-Ahmed said in Arabic to his translator. The translator repeated his...

Max Koga placed his hands on the Ford Explorer and leaned in toward Nicole Shan. “For what possible reason would the FBI have for followi...

The white Audi Q8 looked bigger than life as it approached the curb in front of the FBI building, dwarfing the Toyota Corollas and Honda ...

The trip from Santa Monica to San Diego International Airport in Argon’s Bell 206B Jet Ranger took less than an hour, about a quarter of ...

If the “No Trespassing” signs didn’t keep visitors clear of The Warehouse grounds, the armed guards posted around its perimeter certainly...

No other organizations in the world can rival the Mexican cartels when it comes to tunneling. More than a hundred secret passageways of a...

The drive from Stimson Park in Hacienda Heights to Argon’s safehouse—dubbed The Warehouse by Argon staffers—took less than a half hour. L...

Stimson Park was an ideal meeting place for those who preferred not to be noticed. Located in the middle of an upper-middle-class residen...

As the sun peeked above the eastern horizon, Max Koga walked along the cracked sidewalk of 166th Street in the city of Gardena, located a...

Last call had come and gone, and Koga called the waitress over to settle the bill. He insisted that Rawlings and Denise not wait for him,...

J.M. Gin’s, which everyone referred to as Gin's Joint, specialized in Asian fusion cuisine and was the place to be on a Friday night, wit...

On the drive back to the Automobile Digest office in Malibu, Max Koga received a text on his personal phone. He looked down at the monito...

It was the closest thing to a ghost ship that Max Koga had ever encountered. The deck of the Mucho Gusto was devoid of people, as a trio ...

It took Max Koga all of fifteen minutes to fully describe the events of the Aqarib ambush in Topolobampo, Mexico. “I’m sorry to hear what...

Stockton Clay, the owner and editor-in-chief of Automobile Digest, strolled casually into the Argon conference room, giving everyone seat...