Border War: Warning Order

By Jack Hawkins

'Border War - Warning Order' introduces 'Black Jack' Hawkins to the world of literature, as both an author and the subject matter of a historical novel. 'Warning Order' picks up the story in the early summer of 2011, on the frontier between the US and Mexico. Political intrigue and corruption on both sides of the frontier, the unimaginable violence that accompanies the drug trade on the border.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jack Hawkins
• Release date: Feb 7, 2014
• ISBN: 9781311423108

Jack Hawkins

Born in nineteen hundred and fifty-five, putting 'Black Jack' Hawkins formative years right there, smack dab in the middle of the turbulent Vietnam Era. One of the four hundred students at Mercersberg Academy, in Mercersburg, Pennsylvania, when the National Guard shot and killed four students at Kent State, in Ohio.Then in the late seventies and into the eighties 'Black Jack' lived the expatriate adventurer lifestyle in Central America, defending truth, justice and the American Way. Following the philosophical trail blazed by Smedley D.Butler, Major General, USMC, (ret). The players changed as the years marched on, but the song remained the same.There were years spent in the Sierra Ancha mountains of Arizona. Riding horses, roping wild cattle and living the life described by Edward Abbey and Zane Grey. Out back of beyond in the Arizona wilderness, around Pleasant Valley, which is where they had the war. That is another story, all together, well told by Zane Grey in ""To the Last Man".Spent a lot of time reading, not much writing.Learned about 'Bounty Hunting' by happenstance, long before 'Dog' made it a television show. Discovered it was kind of fun, suitable for an adrenaline junky.The truth is out there you just have to go find it.Send me a note @ [e-mail]

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Border War - Warning Order

by ‘Black Jack’ Hawkins

Copyright ‘Black Jack’ Hawkins 2014

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Table of Contents

Operation Lince Norte ( Northern Lynx) .

Black Jack Hawkins - The Backstory

Go to Panama!

Black Jack’s Arms Room

Connect with Jack Hawkins

Operation Lince Norte ( Northern Lynx ).

Coronel Roberto Valdez and his long time right hand man, Sargento Primero Hector Hernandez, were in Nuevo Laredo, Mexico. They’d been officially tasked with observing, advising and standing by with sixteen highly trained commandos of the GAFE, the Mexican Army’s elite Special Forces, in case they were needed by the local commander during Operation Lince Norte, ( Northern Lynx).

Coronel Valdez was a solidly built man of olive complexion in his mid to late forties, he stood tall amongst his peers at five foot ten inches and one hundred ninety pounds. His black hair was cut short with some evidence of greying visible at the temples, over dark brown eyes grew full eye brows that were complimented by a full bush of a mustache on his upper lip. Valdez had been the Commander of 3rd Battalion of the Grupo Aeromóvil de Fuerzas Especiales, He was now assigned to the Alto Mando, the ‘High Command’. These were men amongst men, Mexico’s most elite warriors, the Special Forces of the High Command. The GAFE High Command was called upon to complete the most clandestine of the Mexican government’s black operations.

The Alto Mando detachment had been busy during the three weeks prior to the start of Operation Lince Norte, ( Northern Lynx), the objective of which was to target the operations of a criminal cartel, Los Zetas in northeastern Mexico. The men of the Alto Mando would be operating in the shadows of that military operation, which included the deployment of 4,000 regular Army troops.

While at the start of the operation there had been street battles in the town of Nuevo Laredo, complete with helicopter gunships engaging targets of opportunity, none of Coronel Valdez’s commandos were involved in that combat. Instead the Alto Mando focused their attention on the ‘Command Element’ of Los Zetas in the border region and had targeted Jorge Luis Pompín de la Peña Brizuela, the Zetas' Nuevo Laredo gang boss. The Alto Mando had been on the hunt for two weeks before his location was verified, they had worked the streets and developed actionable intel that de la Peña was holed up on a ranchero in the outskirts of Nuevo Laredo.

Hector Hernandez was leading Fire Team Enrique through the breech that they had blown through a locked door of Los Zetas command center. It was a warehouse building on a small ranchero complex, a group of four buildings set about a kilometer from the main road. It was not the first time in his twenty year career in the Mexican military that Hector had personally led an assault, he hoped this would not be the last. Sargento Hernandez stood about five feet eight inches tall, and weighed in at a solid 180 pounds, his strict personal regimen of daily exercise kept his mind Sharp and body battle ready.

Enrique, Hector’s ‘el Segundo’ was on his heels as the Sargento Primera entered the building through the remains of the doorway. Each member of the breeching team had their FN P90 up and in firing position, welded to his shoulder. There were no friendlies in the building, or anywhere to the front, for that matter. Hector was tracking right after making the dynamic entry, Enrique was moving left when he saw movement to his front right, to a casual observer it would have appeared instinctive, but it was his training and muscle memory that kicked in. The barrel of Enrique’s P90 swept towards the spot where a man was coming up off the floor. Enrique put three of the 5.7x28mm high velocity rounds into his head.

The Fabrique Naitonale P90 and the 5.7x28mm round that it fires are two parts of a weapons and munition system specifically designed for NATO, to be utilized in close quarter combat. The high velocity 5.7×28mm projectiles consistently turn base over point upon impact with the target, in simple terms; they start to ‘tumble’ on impact. The FN P90 is a bullpup designed sub-machine gun that functions as well as it is formed, as modern and intimidating a piece of polymeric plastic and steel as a fellow is ever apt to run into.

Behind Enrique came the rest of the six man breeching team, as they rushed into the room, Hector went to the interior doorway of the room they had just entered and tossed a flash bang grenade down the hallway, which exploded five seconds later, Jose and Pedro, the two newest members of the fire team then moved into the hallway, working their way towards the central area of the warehouse building. In that open area, of about three thousand square feet, there were a dozen of pallets full of marijuana packaged for shipment. Eight cots were set haphazardly by a side door, and near to four of those cots men were gathering themselves, obviously having been awakened by the blast that created the entry breech. Pedro fired first, with two quick three round bursts finding their mark, sending a red mist into the air as the back of the first man’s head burst like a watermelon hit by a truck. Pedro’s second target made a running dive towards an AK-47 assault rifle that was leaning against the wall, about six feet away from the man, a little more than his body length. He seemed to have good traction and power pushing off, and when a three round burst from the P90 added to his momentum, his body slammed into the wall like so much dead meat.

Jose had a good sight picture as the two men to his center left were beginning to comprehend their situation, with the taller of the two men was just beginning to reach for the pistol lying on a small table to his right. His hand never came close,