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missiles,
alert and ready. Flores knew how complicated the missiles were and after
attempting to train some of his own men to use them, had abandoned that idea
and brought in Russian mercenaries who were already trained by the Soviet Army.
    Meanwhile,
near the Mexican Presidential Palace, more of Flores’s men were making
preparations. In a five-story apartment complex that overlooked the Palace,
four men knocked on the door of a fifth-floor residence. When the door was
answered, the male occupant -- a man in his thirties -- was shoved into the
room and promptly executed with a 9mm pistol. Then the four men walked back
into the hallway to gather and carry in four heavy duffle bags. Outside the
apartment complex -- seven blocks away in a small but busy park -- trucks stalled
with their tailgates covered with tarps, and vans idled nearby. All waiting the
command from their leader and anticipating their role in the coordinated
assault set to take place at any minute.
    All
awaited the command from their leader.
    Back at
the target warehouse, Flores had positioned additional forces besides the two
teams with the shoulder-launched, anti-air missiles. Lookouts dressed as
civilians were posted miles away from the warehouse, watching likely routes
into the target.
    These
lookouts, ranging from teenagers to older business owners, watched the major
roads that lead into the night’s target. Once the lookouts discovered the entry
route in for the Mexican ground forces, Hernan Flores would position more than
two dozen of his men to ambush them. These men carried assault weapons, RPGs,
medium machine guns, and Claymore directional mines, which were difficult and
dangerous to get. But for tonight’s move, Flores was sparing no expense.
    The
Godesto needed to land a decisive blow against President Roberto Rivera. With
luck, they’d rid the country of both the American intervention and Rivera’s
too-honest government, which had been making far more progress than either
Rivera or his major supporter Juan Soto knew.
    After
tonight, Rivera would either be powerless, or forced to resign. And Juan Soto?
He’d race out of the country. And if he didn’t, then Flores would make him wish
he had.
     
    The
Blackhawks were getting close. The crew chiefs signaled the SEALs on board to
make ready and the men slid across the metal floor of the choppers to the
doors.
    The SEAL
Leader signaled the sniper surveillance teams watching the building. The
snipers fired, dropping the guards on the roof. The helicopters closed within
hearing range and raced the final distance, flaring up and coming to an
instant, bone-jarring stop. Crew chiefs shoved ropes out and the SEALs
descended as black shadows in the pitch-black night. 
    They
fast-roped down, rushed by the dead guards, and secured the roof. Ten seconds
later, the breacher had secured the charges on the steel door and they blew it
inward, running behind the explosion into the bowels of the building. A
gunfight erupted with the guards below, who were ready for an attack. Two SEALs
took nasty hits, but the SEAL Team Platoon overpowered the men with rehearsed
drills, precision shots, and speedy movements.
    Just five
minutes behind them, a convoy of Mexican Army Humvees ripped through the city
to back up the SEALs. Their radios reported wounded men and a force ready to
defend this warehouse to the last man. The Mexican commander worried more
cartel reinforcements might be on their way -- the target warehouse was in a
very dangerous neighborhood -- and he urged his drivers to speed up.
     
    A call in
from a bored drug pusher nicknamed “Too High” tipped Hernan Flores of the route
the Mexican forces were using. Flores alerted his men -- who happened to be
nearby as it was the most obvious and anticipated route. Godesto men ran out
onto the sidewalks trailing wires behind them. They aimed the crescent-shaped
Claymore mines up and down the road where they could. The Humvees would enter
an L-shaped ambush that