Ch.23 – Sinaloa's Terror
Thirty days passed since the aliens came to Mexico. During that time, they have been doing many small-scale missions. Investigating cartel routes, raiding smaller scale dealers, and destroying cartel equipment stashes and drugs. These missions were easy, with their enemy being mostly untrained. But this new one was going to be a challenge.
Inside the EC725 helicopter, all the aliens sat in their seats, carrying the weapons they used against the cartels. By now, these aliens were used to their weapons, and their enemy. So far, there have been no deaths by the aliens, only injuries, mostly minor, but a few severe.
"Ok, good evening, soldiers." Gen. Martinez said, holding on to a railing as he stood and looked at the aliens who sat on the benches. "Tonight, we're going to make a big blow to the Sinaloa Cartel. We've discovered where their leader is at. El Halcón is his name. Translates to The Falcon. He's a bald guy with tattoos all over his arm."
"Tsh. Just like Colonel Ousib." Maj. Ilmorapi muttered in his own language.
"He's right in the middle of Mexicali, doing something with some corrupt politicians. Try to capture him if you can, along with the politicians who are involved with this mess. I will talk out the plan when we're at the briefing area."
A few minutes later, the helicopter landed at the airport of Mexicali, and everyone disembarked. Outside, the two AMX VCI were ready, along with the two Humvees with a Mexican crew inside. The soldiers walked into a building, and they gathered around the General, who stood by a projector screen.
"At 0200, we expect our HVT to be at this building, in the middle of the neighborhood. It looks like every other building from afar, so make sure you get this one, not the others." The General said, pointing at a colored photo of a house with a red roof, and flowers painted on the side.
"Spearhead teams, this building is for you. Capture our target and any others he is talking to. Do not let him escape." The General stared.
"Sir, permission to join?" Maj. Ilmorapi asked. "I managed to take down US Special Forces in training before."
"Yeah, just don't die. We'll have to replace you with one of our guys."
"Ok, thanks." The Major nodded.
"Now, back on track. A and B squads will raid the complexes just a couple hundred meters away. Make a distraction. We've been getting reports that there is a large stash of drugs there. Destroy or seize them. Bervian Armed Forces squad will assault the front with a machine gun. Assault the building when you softened them up a bit in the front."
"Sir, what if our guy isn't present?" Sgt. Julis asked.
"Then continue the assault. It's too late to back down."
"How about if the guy escapes somehow?" Maj. Ilmorapi asked.
"Then I'll send you back to America. Then you'll see what the US will do to you."
"We'll make sure he's down, sir." The Major saluted
A while later, the aliens were on their way to the AO. It was in the González Ortega area, a neighborhood by Pimsa II, which was an industrial section of the city. The two AMX VCIs drove on the road, passing cars as Humvees drove alongside. There was a Mexican Army semi-truck between them, which acted like a vehicle holding important items so people wouldn't think the vehicles were suspicious.
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