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blow against the Godesto Cartel at 3 a.m.
    Four
helicopters tore across the city toward an old, decrepit warehouse. Two guards
-- caught by surprise on the roof -- scrambled for cover and brought their
AK-74s to bear toward the helicopters.
    Two
shots, unheard over the roar of the helicopters, dropped both guards. Two SEAL
Sniper teams already on station reported the confirmed hits to their commander.
They had moved into their positions a full day prior to the mission.
    The
helicopters flared above the warehouse, dropping their speed from sixty to zero
almost instantly. Crew chiefs kicked out lines and SEALs fast-roped onto the
roof.
    They
assembled quickly and sprinted to a steel door, where they stacked, blew it,
and rushed down the stairwell into a dark warehouse.
    Outside
the building, a convoy of Mexican Special Forces troops raced toward the target
in Humvees. They encircled the target and covered both the warehouse and the
routes leading up to it.
    Inside,
the SEALs cleared the warehouse and easily killed seven barely trained men, who
attempted to stop them with light weapons ranging from AKs to pistols.
    Mexican
Police soon arrived and the forces collected and tallied the loot.
    “A good
first operation,” the SEAL Team Leader said.
    “Yes,”
the Mexican military officer said. Acting as the SEAL Team’s liaison, he was
impressed with how the SEALs had somehow gathered such great intel. Before him
lay crates of assault rifles and sea bags crammed full of heroin.
    They
wouldn’t know the full tally for hours, but he figured the total seizure would
top several million dollars.
    “Your men
moved quickly,” he said to the SEAL Team Leader.
    Tapping
his boot against the prone body beside him, the Mexican military officer replied,
“They never stood a chance.”
    The SEAL
Team Leader smiled and said, “That’s how we like it.”
     
    Moments
after getting briefed on the operation the next morning, President Roberto
Rivera called Juan Soto.
    “It has
begun,” Rivera said with satisfaction.
    “It began
many years ago,” Juan said, “when you were elected with lofty promises.”
    Rivera
ignored the snide remark and quickly briefed Juan on the dead guards and seized
weapons and heroin.
    “Not bad,
but that’s barely a dent in Hernan Flores’s empire,” Juan said.
    “You
promised to be optimistic until the six months ended.”
    “No, I
promised to be publicly optimistic. That does not mean I’m buying into this
plan of yours. I’m sorry, Roberto.”
    “You
didn’t see the Navy SEALs in action. I watched them on a drone video. They’re
really something else.”
    Juan
sighed.
    “No,
what’s something is Hernan Flores and the Godesto. They have an army of
thousands. Foot soldiers, informers, corrupt police officers. Do not think your
sales spiel from a single night’s operation will change my mind.”
    Rivera
kept his spirits up. “You’ll see, my friend. Tonight was just the beginning.”
     
    It was a
full day and a half later before the raid info came back to the Godesto Cartel.
    Hernan
Flores was doing one of the things he did best: entertaining others. He stood
among several distinguished guests at a fundraiser gala, laughing and smiling.
One of his best skills was his ability to charm anyone, whether it’s the man
picking up the garbage or an Ivy League-educated candidate running for
governor.
    Hernan
Flores lacked the education and college degree, but he made up for it with his
salesman-like skills and his street-hardened cunning. And he was generous to a
fault, donating to various causes with mind-boggling ferocity. Some thought him
a saint. Those who didn’t still happily accepted his checks.
    Flores
excused himself from the crowd when one of his bodyguards stepped forward and
reached out his phone.
    “Boss, we
got problems,” the caller said.
    “I’ll be
right there,” Flores said. And with that, he bade farewell to his guests and
exited the event. He wondered which site the SEALs had