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oriented cells. One cell would build an IED, another would set it in place, and yet another would detonate it.
There was no General in charge, not even a Captain, but maybe a lieutenant in some cases. Mexican drug cartels dispensed with the backward aspects of Arab culture, harnessing the power of the free market for their organizational structure. They franchised.
Individuals and small gangs would work on a contract basis, job to job, for the cartels. Often, they were in turn being sub-contracted from another larger player who was the actual link man to the cartel itself. It wasn't uncommon to have various franchised cells running operations who had absolutely no idea who they were working for. They ran drugs, conducted contract killings, and were so compartmentalized that they had no idea who or why they were killing.
As backwards as the Islamic terrorists might have been, they had an ideology. The nebulous cartel structure had none. Even the name cartel was more of an invention of the media than anything. No such organization actually existed.
The Mexican Drug War was the first 21st Century conflict. It was a post-political war waged by non-state actors who had no motivation aside from full-auto capitalism.
Deckard sipped his coffee as his team began to filter into the OPCEN and take seats. Samantha walked in and sat down with her arms crossed in front of her. Frank hobbled along on his crutches until he found an empty chair, his new war wounds competing with the old ones as he washed down some pain killers with coffee. Sergeant Major Korgan commanded the attention of the Kazakh Sergeants as he sat down next to Deckard, his presence filling the room. He was from the old school and in Kazakhstan the old school was the Soviet Union. Pat stood with Fedorchenko, waiting.
Finishing off his coffee, Deckard turned and tossed the cup in the trash. He found himself looking twice, his eyes just picking up something in the corner of the room. It was Nikita. He stood in the only shadow in the room, his back to the wall. The sniper's eyes were locked onto the organizational chart projected on the wall. He was memorizing the names.
“Let's get started,” Deckard said as he got to his feet. “This is going to be a situational report to make sure everyone is on track, so we have several orders of business. First off, the attack on Jimenez' submarine base was a success although we encountered a few complications. The compound itself was very professional. Well hidden terrain wise, camouflaged with some top of the line vinyl, the base was constructed in an organized manner, and the submarine was very sophisticated especially considering that it is essentially a homemade deal. Their only mistake was in being overconfident in how well they were hidden. They only had one guard posted-”
“Thankfully, you didn't let that stop you from burning the place to the ground,” Pat blurted out with a laugh. After Action Reviews took on a different flavor in the unit Pat was from. Delta Force played by their own rules. Deckard was glad he'd talked him into an early retirement and signed him to Samruk.
“Shit happens,” Deckard said with a smile. “The good news is that we captured the submarine for use in future operations and have it cached somewhere safe. Also, we made contact with the local Zapatista rebels. They want the cartels out of their home as much as we do so I've come to an agreement with their leadership. We will be sending a cell of trainers and advisers to work with them. If our advisers feel confident in the intentions and motivations of the Zapatistas they will begin conducting operations with them.”
Samantha frowned.
“You cut a deal with the Zapatistas? Through who?”
“Commandate Zero.”
“Holy shit,” she snorted. “You're something else.”
“You disagree with my decision?”
“No, they have popular support and oppose corruption. As a perpetual outsider it seems that you are able to establish
There was no General in charge, not even a Captain, but maybe a lieutenant in some cases. Mexican drug cartels dispensed with the backward aspects of Arab culture, harnessing the power of the free market for their organizational structure. They franchised.
Individuals and small gangs would work on a contract basis, job to job, for the cartels. Often, they were in turn being sub-contracted from another larger player who was the actual link man to the cartel itself. It wasn't uncommon to have various franchised cells running operations who had absolutely no idea who they were working for. They ran drugs, conducted contract killings, and were so compartmentalized that they had no idea who or why they were killing.
As backwards as the Islamic terrorists might have been, they had an ideology. The nebulous cartel structure had none. Even the name cartel was more of an invention of the media than anything. No such organization actually existed.
The Mexican Drug War was the first 21st Century conflict. It was a post-political war waged by non-state actors who had no motivation aside from full-auto capitalism.
Deckard sipped his coffee as his team began to filter into the OPCEN and take seats. Samantha walked in and sat down with her arms crossed in front of her. Frank hobbled along on his crutches until he found an empty chair, his new war wounds competing with the old ones as he washed down some pain killers with coffee. Sergeant Major Korgan commanded the attention of the Kazakh Sergeants as he sat down next to Deckard, his presence filling the room. He was from the old school and in Kazakhstan the old school was the Soviet Union. Pat stood with Fedorchenko, waiting.
Finishing off his coffee, Deckard turned and tossed the cup in the trash. He found himself looking twice, his eyes just picking up something in the corner of the room. It was Nikita. He stood in the only shadow in the room, his back to the wall. The sniper's eyes were locked onto the organizational chart projected on the wall. He was memorizing the names.
“Let's get started,” Deckard said as he got to his feet. “This is going to be a situational report to make sure everyone is on track, so we have several orders of business. First off, the attack on Jimenez' submarine base was a success although we encountered a few complications. The compound itself was very professional. Well hidden terrain wise, camouflaged with some top of the line vinyl, the base was constructed in an organized manner, and the submarine was very sophisticated especially considering that it is essentially a homemade deal. Their only mistake was in being overconfident in how well they were hidden. They only had one guard posted-”
“Thankfully, you didn't let that stop you from burning the place to the ground,” Pat blurted out with a laugh. After Action Reviews took on a different flavor in the unit Pat was from. Delta Force played by their own rules. Deckard was glad he'd talked him into an early retirement and signed him to Samruk.
“Shit happens,” Deckard said with a smile. “The good news is that we captured the submarine for use in future operations and have it cached somewhere safe. Also, we made contact with the local Zapatista rebels. They want the cartels out of their home as much as we do so I've come to an agreement with their leadership. We will be sending a cell of trainers and advisers to work with them. If our advisers feel confident in the intentions and motivations of the Zapatistas they will begin conducting operations with them.”
Samantha frowned.
“You cut a deal with the Zapatistas? Through who?”
“Commandate Zero.”
“Holy shit,” she snorted. “You're something else.”
“You disagree with my decision?”
“No, they have popular support and oppose corruption. As a perpetual outsider it seems that you are able to establish
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