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Little gift for you

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Chapter 55 – Morning Reflections

The sun was gently streaming into the luxurious room of the hotel in central London, illuminating the elegant furniture and the carefully rumpled sheets of the king-size bed. Charlize Theron woke up slowly, feeling enveloped by a mixture of tranquility and curiosity. With the memory of the previous night still fresh in her mind, she looked around and realized that Alex was no longer there.

She sat up in bed, stretching her arms to shake off the sleep, and her eyes fell on the note left on the bedside table. She picked it up carefully, as if it were a rare object, and read:

"Charlize, it was an unforgettable night. If you need anything, here's my number. Take care. – Alex."

A smile formed on her lips as she ran her fingers over the paper.

"Unforgettable," she murmured, thinking of the mysterious and fascinating man she had met at the event the night before.

As she rose and began her morning routine, flashes of their conversation and time together flooded her mind. She remembered the way Alex had seemed both relaxed and intensely focused, the way he had spoken so modestly despite his obvious experience and skills.

"He's different," she said to herself as she tied on her silk robe. "Definitely different."

She felt a mixture of awe and growing curiosity about who he really was. Sir Alex Rider, knight and decorated soldier, was shrouded in an almost impenetrable mystery. During the evening, he had shared only fragments of his life, but that only made the idea of ​​him all the more intriguing.

As Charlize sipped coffee in front of the window, looking out at the bustling city, she began to ponder the differences between their lives.

"A soldier and an actress," she murmured, smiling. "It sounds like a movie script."

She knew his life was full of public engagements, red carpets, and press tours. Alex's, on the other hand, was defined by discipline, secrecy, and danger. He belonged to a world where risky missions and loyalty to country came before everything else.

— "But maybe that's exactly what attracts me to him," she thought, stirring her coffee with her spoon.

As much as there were differences, Charlize couldn't ignore the fact that Alex had a maturity and presence that many men his age lacked. She was used to people who lived in the spotlight, but Alex seemed comfortable in the shadows, living a life of deep meaning and personal sacrifice.

Despite that, she knew that maintaining anything beyond that night would be complicated.

— "He's not the kind of man who can just drop everything," she mused. "And I… well, my life isn't exactly simple either."

As she finished her coffee, Charlize tucked Alex's note into her purse, as if to keep the memory of him close. She knew she would probably never call him, but she liked the idea that he was just a phone call away.

— "What if..." she said with a smile, leaving the sentence unfinished in the air.

After all, life was full of surprises, and Charlize knew that destiny had a peculiar way of crossing unlikely paths.

Later, as she prepared to leave for a meeting with producers in London, Charlize still found herself thinking about him.

— "What if I saw him again? Would it be different? Did he think of me when he left this morning?"

The doubt mixed with curiosity made her smile. She knew that the moment they shared had been special, and although their lives followed opposite paths, she could not deny the impact Alex had made in such a short time.

Deep down, Charlize expected nothing. She was realistic about the world she lived in and understood that some encounters were destined to be just that: encounters, with no continuation.

Still, the note in her bag was a reminder that sometimes the best stories are the ones that cannot be planned.

Charlize left the hotel and got into the waiting limousine. As the car drove through the busy streets of London, she looked out the window, watching the people hurrying to and fro.

— "I may never see him again," she thought, with a slight touch of melancholy.

But at the same time, something inside her made her believe that their lives could still cross.

She leaned her head back against the car seat, closed her eyes for a moment and smiled.

— "Life is full of surprises," she murmured to herself.

And with that, she let the flow of the day take her, keeping Alex Rider as a special memory and a remote but fascinating possibility in her heart.

Chapter 56 – A New Mission: Brazil

Alex was at home in Hereford, enjoying a rare break. He had just finished a morning run and was making himself a cup of tea when his cell phone rang. He glanced at the screen and recognized the official number for the Ministry of Defense. Putting the teapot aside, he quickly answered it.

"Sergeant Rider speaking."

"Sergeant, this is Major Henshaw. We need you to come to the Ministry of Defense headquarters in London as soon as possible. This is a confidential matter."

"Understood, sir. I'll be there in two hours."

The Major's tone indicated something out of the ordinary. Alex hung up, took a quick shower, and changed into his impeccable uniform before heading out to the capital.

Upon arriving at the building, Alex was led straight to a meeting room. Major Henshaw and two high-ranking officers were seated at a table. A map of Brazil was projected on the wall, with cities such as Rio de Janeiro and Brasília marked.

"Sergeant Rider, thank you for coming so quickly," Henshaw began. "We have received a direct request from the Brazilian government. They are seeking specialized assistance in training their elite forces."

"Why the SAS?" Alex asked, intrigued.

"Apparently, the situation in Brazil requires the expertise of a highly skilled operator, and your name was suggested by our embassy in Brasilia."

Another officer intervened: "We need someone who has experience in training and operations in an urban environment, as well as being fluent in foreign languages. We understand that you are fluent in Arabic and are learning other languages. That, combined with your impeccable record in the SAS, makes you the ideal candidate."

Alex crossed his arms, assessing the situation. "How long am I supposed to be there?"

"A maximum of three months. You will be responsible for helping to train special operations troops in Rio de Janeiro and Brasilia. In addition, there will be integration sessions with the Brazilian Federal Police and their tactical units."

Henshaw leaned forward. "Will you accept the mission, Sergeant?"

Alex didn't hesitate.

"Yes, sir."

Two weeks later, Alex landed at Galeão International Airport in Rio de Janeiro. He was greeted by a Brazilian military delegation, made up of officers from the Army and the Federal Police.

"Welcome to Brazil, Sergeant Rider. I'm Colonel Mendes. I'll be accompanying you during your stay in Rio."

"Thank you, Colonel. It's an honor to be here."

As they were led to the military vehicle, Mendes explained the situation.

"Our troops have been facing increasing challenges in urban areas. We're dealing with well-armed criminal factions and operating in difficult territories, such as favelas. Your experience will be valuable in improving our tactics."

Alex nodded, already mentally analyzing the types of training he could implement.

The training began at a military center on the outskirts of Rio. Alex was introduced to a Brazilian special forces unit, made up of highly motivated men and women, but still seeking technical refinement.

The first few days he focused on CQB (Close Quarters Combat), one of his specialties. During a simulation, Alex demonstrated techniques for breaching and moving through narrow corridors.

"Watch how each movement is calculated," Alex said as he demonstrated. "The key is to minimize exposure and maximize efficiency."

After the demonstration, he divided the soldiers into teams and supervised their practice.

"Excellent, but keep your weapon closer to your body when turning corners. It reduces your silhouette," Alex corrected one of the soldiers.

At the end of the day, Colonel Mendes approached.

"Impressive, Sergeant. Our troops are already absorbing much of what you brought."

"There's still a lot to do, Colonel. But your guys have potential."

After two weeks in Rio, Alex was transferred to Brasília to work with the Federal Police. There, he was introduced to its tactical operations unit, known as COT (Tactical Operations Command).

The unit commander, Agent Almeida, greeted Alex firmly.

"It's an honor to welcome you, Sergeant Rider. We've heard a lot about your work."

"The honor is mine. I look forward to contributing to your team."

Over the next few days, Alex led training focused on planning and executing hostage rescue and counterterrorism operations. He also introduced advanced communication and coordination techniques, essential for high-risk missions.

During his time in Brazil, Alex bonded with the soldiers and police officers he trained. He was invited to lunch with the troops, where he sampled local dishes such as feijoada and pão de queijo.

"Did you like it, Sergeant?" a soldier asked as Alex finished his plate.

"Excellent. You guys are lucky to have such a great food."

The informal conversations helped Alex better understand the culture and the unique challenges they faced.

"Their motivation is inspiring," Alex confided to Colonel Mendes at one point. "They face hardships that many soldiers in other countries don't experience, but they still maintain a positive attitude."

In the last month of his stay, Alex was informed that the Brazilian Minister of Defense would be visiting the training center to observe the progress. During the visit, the minister watched a simulation led by Alex and was impressed by the efficiency and precision demonstrated by the soldiers.

"Sergeant Rider, Brazil thanks you for your work. Your contribution will be long remembered."

Alex simply nodded, maintaining his reserved demeanor but feeling satisfied with the positive impact he had made.

When the three months came to an end, Alex said goodbye to the Brazilian troops with a brief ceremony.

"It was an honor to work with all of you." What you do here is important, and I hope the training we shared will help you in your future missions.

As he boarded the plane back to England, Alex looked back and reflected on the experience. Training foreign forces was nothing new to him, but each country, each unit, brought unique lessons.

He knew that even though he was far from his own team, the work he had done in Brazil would leave a lasting legacy. And, as always, he was ready for the next challenge.

Chapter 57 – Operation Silent Shadow

The mission briefing was straightforward, but it carried a weight that Alex knew well. He had been in Hereford when he received the call for an operation classified as "Silent Shadow." It was a priority objective, a High-Value Target (HVT) that operated behind the scenes of a terrorist network in the Middle East, funding attacks and supplying heavy weaponry to militias in the region.

The general leading the briefing projected an image of a middle-aged man with a gray beard.

"This is Khalid Al-Rahim, a major financier of global terrorism. He is holed up in a heavily guarded compound in Syria. Intelligence suggests he will be present for a limited time. This is a target of opportunity that we cannot afford to waste."

Alex, now leading his six-man team, looked at the faces of his operators as the general continued.

"The mission is simple on paper: infiltrate, eliminate the target, exfiltrate. But we know that nothing will be simple on the ground." Khalid has a highly trained personal security force. Entry must be discreet, and exit must be swift.

"What about extraction?" Alex asked, focused on the details.

"A helicopter will be waiting at a point six miles from the target. You'll have to cross enemy terrain to get there."

Alex took a deep breath. He'd flown missions like this before, but each one came with its own challenges.

"Understood. We'll leave at dusk."

A Chinook helicopter dropped Alex's team off about twelve miles from the compound. They descended silently on ropes and began their night trek. It was nearly pitch black, but their night-vision goggles cast the world in shades of green.

"Movement ahead, two hundred yards," Corporal Harris whispered over the radio.

Alex raised his fist, signaling for the team to halt. He raised his rifle and watched the movement through his thermal imager. Two armed guards were patrolling the outside of the compound.

"Collins, take them out," Alex ordered quietly.

Collins adjusted his suppressed rifle, lining up his targets. Two barely audible gunshots shattered the silence, and the bodies of the guards fell.

"Area clear, moving," Alex whispered into the radio.

The team continued toward the compound, moving like shadows. When they reached the perimeter, Alex surveyed the area. The main structure was surrounded by two guard towers, each with a sniper.

"Harris, Foster, take the towers. Blake and Daniels, with me. Collins, cover the main entrance."

Two synchronized shots took out the snipers in the towers, and the team advanced. Alex used a small device to disable the nearby security cameras, allowing them to enter the compound without triggering alarms.

Inside the compound, the hallways were narrow and dimly lit. Alex led the team, his breathing steady as they made their way toward the location where Khalid was supposed to be.

They reached a set of double doors, guarded by two armed men. Alex signaled to Daniels, who silently threw a knife, striking the first guard. Alex moved forward quickly, taking out the second with a direct hit to the throat.

They entered the room and found Khalid sitting at a table, surrounded by two armed men.

"Kneel or die." Alex's voice was cold and firm.

Khalid glared at him as the two guards raised their weapons. But Foster and Blake were already ready, firing before their enemies could react. Khalid tried to run away, but Alex was faster.

"End of the line, Khalid." Alex pointed his pistol directly at the target.

Khalid tried to argue, but Alex pulled the trigger, ending the main mission.

"Target neutralized," Alex reported over the radio.

The sound of gunfire echoed through the halls. The complex was on full alert.

"We have to get out of here now!" Alex shouted, leading the team towards the exit.

They raced through the hallways, firing at the enemies who tried to block them. Harris was the first to reach the exit, taking out two guards with precise shots.

As they exited the compound, the team was met by a group of armed men. Foster threw a smoke grenade, creating cover as Alex ordered the team forward.

"Blake, cover to the left! Daniels, hold the right!" Alex shouted, coordinating the retreat.

The team managed to fight their way to the exfiltration zone, but the sound of enemy vehicles was approaching.

"We're running out of time!" Collins gasped.

The helicopter appeared on the horizon, its lights flashing in the darkness.

"Come on! Run!" Alex commanded, firing back as the others climbed aboard.

When everyone was safe, Alex was the last to enter, pulled by Harris as enemy fire ricocheted off the helicopter.

The pilot accelerated, and the team left hostile territory.

On the way back to base, Alex looked at his team. They were exhausted, but alive. He felt the weight of responsibility, but also the relief of another successful mission.

Back at base, the general greeted them with a nod of approval.

"Good job, Sergeant Rider. The neutralization of Khalid was a significant blow to the terrorist networks."

Alex just nodded, feeling the tiredness finally taking over. He knew there would be more missions to come, but for now, he was satisfied with knowing that he had done his part once again

Chapter 58 – The Impossible Shot

The call came in quietly, as always. Alex was in Hereford when the officer in charge of the mission entered the briefing room. The operation was classified with the highest level of secrecy, and he knew it would be something special when he saw the serious look on his commander's face.

"Rider, this is a solo operation. The target is a general who defected from a regime in the Middle East and now leads a paramilitary group responsible for coordinated attacks against civilians and allied forces. He is holed up in a heavily fortified base, and the only viable approach is a long-range shot. Very long."

Alex leaned forward, interested.

"How long?"

The commander hesitated for a moment before answering.

"Four kilometers."

The room fell silent. Alex knew the world record was just over 3.5 kilometers, achieved by a Canadian sniper.

"You have the skill and experience for it." The location is mountainous, which gives him a clear line of sight, but the conditions will be challenging. The decision is yours, Rider.

Alex didn't need long to respond.

"I accept."

The next few days were intense. Alex spent hours testing the rifle that would be used in the operation, a custom McMillan TAC-50 equipped with a state-of-the-art sighting system and ammunition designed for long-range precision shooting.

He also studied the terrain meticulously. The target base was located in a valley, surrounded by mountains. He would have to position himself at an elevated point, but that meant dealing with strong winds, temperature changes, and the Coriolis effect due to the extreme distance.

During one of the drills, the weapons technician approached him.

"Alex, this isn't just a shot. This is a nearly impossible feat."

Alex just smiled.

"Nearly" is what motivates me.

The night before the operation, Alex was dropped near the designated location by a helicopter that hovered at a safe altitude. He descended using ropes, landing silently on the ground.

With the rifle strapped to his back, he walked for hours to the chosen shooting spot. When he arrived, he began to carefully set up his position. He used a camouflage screen to hide himself and adjusted the rifle's tripod with millimeter precision.

The target would not be visible until dawn, and Alex knew he would have to wait in complete silence and stillness. The sun began to rise on the horizon, casting long shadows over the valley.

Alex looked through the scope, adjusting the zoom until he finally found the target: a middle-aged man with a thick beard, dressed in military fatigues, surrounded by guards. He consulted his instruments to adjust the sight. The distance was exactly 4,007 meters. The wind was variable, and Alex carefully calculated the necessary adjustments.

"Altitude, 2,000 meters. Temperature, 8 degrees. Crosswind at 12 km/h. Adjusting two clicks to the right..." — he muttered to himself, completely focused.

He controlled his breathing, feeling the world around him disappear. It was just him, the rifle and the target.

"Last adjustment... done."

He pressed the trigger gently. The sound of the shot echoed, and Alex remained still, watching through the scope.

The bullet traveled through the air for almost 10 seconds, and Alex saw the impact hit the target straight in the chest. The general fell to the ground, lifeless.

"Target neutralized," Alex reported calmly over the radio.

But the mission was not over yet. The sound of the shot alerted the guards, and Alex saw movement at the base. He quickly disassembled the rifle, putting everything in his backpack, and began to descend the mountain.

The enemy sent a patrol to investigate, and Alex had to use all his stealth training to avoid detection. At one point, he hid behind a rock as two guards passed a few meters away.

Finally, he reached the extraction point, where a helicopter was waiting. He climbed aboard as the pilot accelerated out of the danger zone.

When Alex returned to Hereford, he was greeted by the mission commander.

"A four-kilometer shot, Rider. You just broke the world record."

Alex shrugged, still processing what had happened.

"It wasn't just the shot. All the planning was essential."

"Typical humility. But don't worry, the world won't know it was you. This feat will be buried in classified reports."

Alex smiled slightly. He didn't do this for the glory. To him, it was just another day on the job.

That night, Alex sat in his house, staring at the rifle he had used on the mission. He knew that the distance of that shot would be remembered as a milestone in his career, even if it would never be publicly acknowledged.

He picked up a bottle of whiskey and poured a glass, making a silent toast.

"To those who live in the shadows."

Alex knew that his life would never be conventional, but at that moment, he accepted it completely.

Chapter 59 – The Impossible Shot Rumor

The rumor spread quickly through military circles. The story of a shot from 4 kilometers away, neutralizing a high-value target with surgical precision, circulated from base to base, from rank-and-file soldiers to high-ranking officers. Despite the secrecy surrounding the operation, it only took a spark for the narrative to take on a life of its own.

In Hereford, SAS headquarters, Alex continued with his usual routine, but it was impossible not to notice the looks and whispers. He knew that his feat, even if not officially confirmed, had left a mark.

Alex was in the mess hall with his team, trying to blend in as usual. Sergeant Blake, always the most talkative of the group, nudged Alex with a mischievous smile.

"So, Rider... I heard some interesting stories about a sniper who allegedly did the impossible in the Middle East. Four kilometers, they say."

Alex looked at him, feigning ignorance.

"Interesting indeed. Who knows, right?" Blake laughed, but didn't press the issue. Corporal Harris, sitting next to him, raised an eyebrow.

"You're not going to admit it, are you?"

Alex shrugged.

"Admit what? It's just rumors."

The others laughed, but their respect was evident. They knew Alex would never speak openly about it, and it only bolstered his reputation.

Meanwhile, at NATO bases around the world, the story continued to gain traction. In Germany, American soldiers were talking about the "British ghost" who had supposedly broken the world record for long-range shooting.

"It's gotta be the SAS, man. They're the only ones crazy enough to try something like that," a sergeant from the 10th Mountain Division was saying to his colleague in the base bar.

"I heard the guy didn't even blink after the shot," the other replied, laughing. "He just got up and went home like it was just another day at the office."

The same story reached a group of Green Berets in Kandahar. One of the operators looked at his colleagues as he cleaned his sniper rifle.

"Four kilometers? If it's true, that's a new standard for all of us."

At the Ministry of Defense, the matter had also reached the ears of senior officers. A British general, sitting in a meeting with his colleagues, casually mentioned the rumor.

"It seems that one of our operators managed to pull off an extraordinary feat recently. The longest shot ever recorded."

An American officer present at the meeting smiled.

"We've heard about it. It seems the entire military world is talking about it. But who was it?"

The British general shook his head.

"I can neither confirm nor deny anything. But if it's true, the sniper is among the best we've ever had."

Back in Hereford, Alex was summoned to the SAS commander's office. He entered the room, nodding in greeting.

"Sergeant Rider, have a seat."

Alex complied, keeping his posture relaxed but alert.

"Do you know why you're here?"

"I can imagine, sir." The commander studied him for a moment before continuing.

"Rumors about your shooting are spreading. I know the mission was classified, but as always, stories find a way to get out."

Alex remained silent.

"I want you to know that you have my utmost respect for how you handled the situation. I have no doubt that your reputation will continue to grow, but I need you to maintain the same approach. No confirmations, no inflated egos. Understood?"

Alex nodded.

"Always, sir."

The commander smiled.

"I knew I could count on you. Now get back to work."

Later, as Alex stood on the training ground, adjusting his rifle, he noticed a group of new recruits watching him from afar. He could hear the murmurs.

"Could it be him?"

"Who else?"

Alex ignored the stares and continued to adjust his aim, focused as ever. He knew that the stories, however flattering, should not divert him from his purpose. Every shot, every mission, was a responsibility he took seriously.

The story of the 4km shot eventually made it into the press, but without enough details to confirm Alex's involvement. Articles in military publications discussed the feat, citing anonymous sources who attributed it to an SAS sniper.

"The Mysterious Sniper Who Defied the Limits of Physics," read one headline.

Others speculated about the conditions required for such an extreme shot, extolling the skill and state-of-the-art equipment that had been used.

Back at the barracks, Harris couldn't resist.

"You know, Rider, you're like a ghost. Everyone talks about you, but no one's really sure. It's kind of poetic, don't you think?"

Alex smiled, but didn't answer directly.

"I prefer it that way. Less attention is always better in our work."

Harris shook his head.

"Still, it's good to know we have the best sniper in the world on our side."

Despite all the attention, Alex kept to his routine, focused on his job and the next mission. He knew the rumors would eventually die down, but the respect he had earned among his peers would continue to grow.

For him, true recognition came from the men at his side, those who trusted his abilities to protect them and accomplish the mission. And that, more than any record, was what truly mattered.

Chapter 60 – A Hero in Nairobi

The year was 2019, and Alex, now 32, sat in his barracks in Hereford. He was no longer the young sniper known only by his nickname, "The Haunting." Years of missions and responsibilities had shaped him into a man who was more focused and lethal, but also thoughtful and mature. As he polished one of his rifles, one of the troopers on his team, Daniels, entered the room, holding a tablet.

"Rider, have you seen this? It's everywhere."

Alex looked up, curious.

"What exactly?"

Daniels placed the tablet on the table in front of him and pressed play on a video. The recording showed scenes of chaos: the attack on a hotel in Nairobi, Kenya. Gunshots, explosions, and desperate civilians fleeing. But what caught Alex's attention was the lone man in civilian clothes, armed, calmly advancing toward danger.

"Christian?" — Alex murmured as he recognized the figure.

Daniels nodded.

"Craighead. He was off duty in Nairobi when it happened. He grabbed his gear, went in alone, and neutralized the terrorists. Saved dozens of lives."

Alex was silent, watching the footage. Despite the madness of the attack, Christian's composure was impressive. He moved like a professional, every move calculated, every shot accurate.

Later, in the mess hall, the talk was the same. SAS operators and other members of the British Armed Forces were talking about the feat.

"One man against an entire group of terrorists?" Harris said, shaking his head in admiration. "That guy has nerves of steel."

Blake, always with a witty comment, laughed.

"Sounds like something you would do, Rider. Only without the part about being caught on video."

Alex smiled slightly.

"Christian has always been an exceptional operator. I'm not surprised."

"He put us all on the map with that," Foster commented. — Now the whole world knows who he is, even if it's not the details.

Alex knew that this visibility was a burden. Working in the SAS was based on anonymity, and the attention Christian would now receive could change his life forever.

As he listened to the others discuss, Alex remembered the last time he had worked with Christian. It was during a mission in Libya in 2015. Christian was a quiet man with a sharp sense of humor, but above all, he was an impeccable leader. He knew how to inspire confidence and remained calm even in the most tense situations.

In Libya, Christian had demonstrated his skill by leading a team in a coordinated attack against a heavily guarded compound. He had been meticulous in planning and ruthless in execution, ensuring the mission's success with no casualties among the team.

Deciding that he needed to hear directly from Christian, Alex picked up his phone and called him. After a few rings, the familiar voice answered.

— Craighead.

— Christian, it's Rider.

There was a pause before Christian answered, and Alex could just imagine the smile on the other end of the line.

"Rider, it's good to hear your voice."

"I heard about Nairobi. You did an amazing job."

Christian chuckled softly.

"It was crazy. Not exactly how I planned to spend my vacation."

"I guess not. But you did what needed to be done. You saved lives, and that's all that matters."

"Thanks, Alex. That means a lot coming from you."

"How are you handling all the attention?"

Christian sighed.

"It's… complicated. That's not why I joined the SAS, you know? But I guess I couldn't help it."

"I really couldn't. Just remember that you're an amazing operator. Don't let it change who you are."

"Always the counselor, huh?"

Alex smiled.

"Just telling the truth."

They talked for a few more minutes before saying goodbye. Alex hung up, satisfied that Christian was handling the situation well. That night, as he trained alone on the shooting range, Alex thought about the impact Christian had made. He knew that in the world of special operations, fame was a trade-off. On the one hand, it brought recognition for sacrifice and skill.

On the other, it put targets on the backs of those who needed anonymity the most. As he loaded a new magazine into his rifle, Alex muttered to himself, "You did what needed to be done, Christian. That's all that matters."

In the days that followed, news of Christian Craighead continued to spread. He was praised by world leaders, and the British government officially acknowledged his role in the attack, although the details of his position in the SAS remained unclear.

Alex, for his part, returned to his work, focused on his missions and leading his team. But he knew that Christian's achievement would be remembered for a long time, not just within the SAS, but around the world.

Craighead's legacy of courage and competence was something Alex understood deeply. And, even from a distance, he felt proud to have served alongside someone so exceptional.

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