Mexico City….
Mexico City….The five-man bodyguard team, the Personal Escort Section, were wiped out almost at once.
They were at the halfway point, really only a few feet, between the door to the entrance of the high rise office block and the open door to the lead vehicle, when the gunfire started. The PES team didn’t stand a chance; they were just overwhelmed by the amount of guns attacking them from all angles.
When it went noisy, the PES team did everything right; putting themselves between the direction of the attackers, drawing their weapons. Bad news for them was that a sniper had taken out the lead vehicle driver at the same time. Whatever weapon that sniper was using, the round was big enough to get through bullet-proof glass.
I saw the team go down as assassins emerged from be
