July 27, 1990.
02:27 AM.
Victor stood in front of the door of an Airbus A300, patting the shoulders of each officer as they boarded and straightening out the creases on their uniforms.
When it came to Kennedy's turn, he gave him a hug.
"I'll be waiting in Tijuana for the news of your triumphant return," he said.
"Loyal!"
Kennedy saluted and boarded the plane. The pilot in charge was the Air Police officer Victor had previously exchanged, who signaled the crew with his headset to close the door.
Then...
They began to taxi!
Meanwhile, not far away, inside the cockpit of a C-130, two pilots dispatched by the U.S. Military were enjoying instant noodles with added sausage sticks—a midnight snack.
They were enjoying their meal.
Just when...
They saw those special operatives actually boarding a passenger plane, soaring straight up, and piercing the night sky.
