Encobijado left for Aquiles
As the year ends in Tijuana, a marker of sorts is left strewn amongst weeds and trash of the bloodshed over the past months. Bound and wrapped like a grotesque mummy, the cold body sat in the darkness, wind whistling through in the bitter cold of late December in Tijuana, a card lay next to the body. The card explains, or attempts to explain the fate of his unwilling companion, slowly decomposing, frostbite forming between the toes, all warmth leaving the body, as life had.
This may be the last of the year, or may not, a year that as seen over 500 murders, many collateral damage, victims in a war they understand, only from their lower tier positions. The explanations are often closed circle types of communication, cryptic messages of a reckless sarcasm, mocking the dead, and welcoming death themselves. The message left in the green wrapped blanket in Playas De Tijuana, Rancho La Flores was 'Heres your people Akiles and Alejo, we will continue to fuck you up putos', or words to that effect. The violence will continue to play out in neighborhoods and back streets, bullets tear into flesh, and knifes sear away limbs, dripping with blood of the contras....
For the sake of some clarity, to not leave anyone out of this....Alejo refers to Raul Miranda Ortiz, an Aquiles ally and Sinaloa proxy, who has ordered numerous murders in the last year, including the mother of 'El Jackal', relative of Luis Manuel Toscano, an inter family organization who ran the Zona Norte drug trade for years. Alejo directed Los Cuates De Oberas, a group of murders who moved crystal meth under the Aquiles banner.
The last line of the card left with the corpse is an echoing laughter jajaja echoing and ringing in all our ears, at all the funerals, and all the encojibados, everywhere, like death itself, waiting in the shadows, bony, blood stained outstretched hand, clutching a bottle of Bucchans 18 scotch, wrapped in black cloak....never far from Tijuana.....
Sources: AFN Tijuana