9:40 AM on what was supposed to be a typical weekend morning.
On the streets and alleys of Morelia, citizens who were originally leisurely were shocked to find teams of dark green military vehicles filled with fully armed soldiers roaring into the city's main thoroughfares.
The sound of armored personnel carriers' heavy tracks crushing the pavement sent shivers down one's spine.
The army's actions were swift and orderly, operating in platoons and quickly taking control of all transportation hubs, government buildings, broadcasting stations, postal communication centers, and banks. Roads leading out of the state were blocked, allowing entry, but prohibiting exit.
In the sky, the occasional whirring of helicopter rotors could still be heard as they skimmed low.
One convoy drove straight towards the downtown broadcasting building.
The dark green armored car rudely rolled over a meticulously groomed flowerbed, coming to a sharp stop in front of the main building.
