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raided -- he had left
intel on various locations to several government informers, and, of course, not
warned any of his men or moved any of his goods.
    To have
moved any guns or drugs would have caused suspicion among his ranks, and might
have tipped off the authorities that he had baited them. Flores hated to lose
the men and the resources, but he knew there was a long-term benefit to that,
as well.
    The men
would take their training more seriously and stay more alert in the future. And
if they didn’t, then he would replace them with men who would. A new stage in
this war against Rivera had arrived, and Flores would do whatever was necessary
to win it. 

 
    Chapter 5
     
    Hernan
Flores used decades of hard-earned intelligence-gathering skills to lay his
grand trap for the SEALs and government forces. He sought the advice of his top
lieutenants for the best location to stage an ambush, while using his single
source to give up still more valuable intel.
    The SEALs
and government forces continued to make serious headway against the Godesto
Cartel, but Flores accepted the necessary losses. He needed his enemies to
implicitly trust the tips coming to them, and the best way to make that happen
was for the tips to be accurate and noteworthy. And noteworthy they were, as
the millions in losses stacked higher and higher.
    Hernan
Flores never flinched. He’d battled many competing cartels for years. In his
younger days, as a nobody seller, he’d fought men for the control of a single
street corner. But the delay was also necessary because Flores had special
supplies to buy and he needed time for his lieutenant to gather all he could on
his opponent.
    Within
two months, his rare weaponry had arrived and his lieutenant had perfectly
uncovered the SEAL tactics through after-action reports from witnesses.
Everything was in place, and Flores saw this as much more than a happy
opportunity to embarrass the Americans and take out their Special Forces. No,
this was a chance to shake the very confidence of the Mexican people. After
tonight, the people would know their government could not stand up against his
Godesto Cartel.
     
    It was
just after 3 a.m. and the SEAL Commandos were getting used to the night-raid
schedule. Their four Blackhawk helicopters raced toward their target, their
engines screaming as the pilots pushed the machines to their limit.
    At the
target, a group of guards stood ready and alert tonight without having been
warned of any impending dangers by their leadership. Rather, word had gotten
out that the Americans struck at roughly 3 a.m. and the guards had adjusted on
their own, coming to full attention at all of Flores’s facilities in the early
morning hours.
    The men
guarded rows of stacked drugs intended to be moved across the border into
Arizona the following day, as well as something else -- the contents of which
they weren’t aware. A special delivery had been brought in the day prior, and
laborers had hauled in crate after crate and positioned them throughout the
warehouse. The guards thought the placement random and strange, but were
ordered not to move the items.
    “Each of
the locked crates must not be confused with their identical counterpart,” said
one laborer to the head of the facility. “And they are marked by where they’re
placed, not by any outside numbers or codes, so make sure they are not moved
under any circumstance. That is a direct order from Hernan Flores himself.”
    “Will
do,” said the warehouse manager. Flores’s precautions, though often strange,
were legendary, so one learned to not ask questions or wonder why. And marking
the crates would, after all, allow clues to anyone who confiscated them, so the
warehouse manager figured it made sense in that context. So neither he nor any
of his men gave the crates a second glance.
     
    Outside
the warehouse, two teams of Hernan Flores’s men waited, in addition to the
guards inside. These outside teams held shoulder-launched anti-air