Chapter 61 – The Price of Visibility
Alex Rider stood in the mess hall at the base in Hereford, surrounded by his team. Despite the lively chatter around him, he kept his eyes fixed on the screen of his tablet, reading a recent article about Christian Craighead.
It was a detailed account of Craighead's role in the Nairobi hotel attack and the repercussions within the British government.
While the public viewed him as a hero, the government seemed to have a different view. The images of Christian acting alone and without formal authorization had raised sensitive political issues. Instead of being openly celebrated, Craighead was being criticized behind the scenes.
Harris, noticing Alex's silence, leaned forward to look at the screen.
"Still reading about Craighead?"
Alex nodded.
"The government is not handling the exposure well. They're more concerned with the political fallout than with what he did."
Harris shook his head indignantly.
"The guy saved dozens of lives!" They should be thanking you, not judging you.
Foster, sitting nearby, snorted.
"It's always like that. You do the dirty work, but if you get in the media, they dismiss you as a liability."
Alex was silent, considering. He knew Christian had never sought fame. His actions in Nairobi had been driven by an instinct to protect lives, not personal ambition.
The next day, Alex was called to the Ministry of Defence to discuss an upcoming operation. During the meeting, Craighead's name had come up.
"We need to be careful with cases like Craighead's," one of the senior officers said. "The exposure he's received is not healthy for the integrity of the SAS."
Alex, sitting silently until then, couldn't help but respond.
"With all due respect, sir, what he did saved lives. He acted when no one else was there to act."
The officer narrowed his eyes at Alex.
"No one is questioning his courage, Sergeant Rider. But the SAS operates in anonymity for a reason." This kind of attention only creates problems.
Alex crossed his arms, controlling his frustration.
"Maybe instead of criticizing, we should use this example to show the world the quality of our men. Christian didn't ask to be in the media. He simply did what needed to be done."
The room fell silent. Alex's direct tone was unusual in meetings like this, but no one challenged him.
Back at base, Alex sat down at his desk and began writing a letter to Christian. He knew that despite his confident facade, the government's criticism must have been weighing on his friend.
Christian,
I know you're going through a difficult time right now, and I want you to know that many of us understand what you did and support you. You did something that few men would have the courage or skill to do. Don't let politics erase the impact of what you accomplished.
I always knew you were one of the best, and Nairobi only confirmed that. I hope that when this is all over, we can get together and talk about old times. Until then, stay strong. You are not alone.
With respect,
Alex Rider
He sent the letter and hoped that his words would offer some comfort.
That night, as he ate dinner with his team, the topic still turned to Craighead.
"Rider, do you think he'll stay in the SAS after all this?" Blake asked.
Alex shrugged.
"It depends on how he's handling the pressure. But knowing Christian, he'll do what's best for himself and the unit."
"If it were up to me, I'd tell the government to get over it and retire," Harris said. "The man's already proven what he had to prove."
Alex laughed lightly.
"It's not that simple. When you're a part of it, it's hard to imagine yourself not being there."
Later that night, Alex went to the training ground to clear his head. With his rifle in hand, he spent hours adjusting his sights and practicing precision shooting.
As he watched the distant target, his mind drifted back to Nairobi and Christian's decision to enter the hotel. He knew that if he had been in the same situation, he would have done exactly the same thing.
The burden of being a special forces operator was not only the ability to eliminate threats, but also the responsibility to protect lives. As he cleaned his rifle after training, Alex muttered to himself, "Sometimes being a hero comes at a high price."
The next morning, Alex was informed that his team had a new mission. As he reviewed the details, he couldn't help but think about Christian and the impact his actions in Nairobi would continue to have.
He knew that in the world of special operations, actions often spoke louder than words he also knew that the world outside that universe didn't always understand the sacrifice involved.
As he prepared to leave, Alex made a silent promise to himself: to make sure that men like Christian Craighead were remembered for what they really were heroes.
Chapter 62 – Operation Jalalabad
The night was dark, moonless, and the air in Jalalabad felt tense. Alex Rider, now 32 and a seasoned team leader in SAS A Squadron, was huddled with his unit in a makeshift tent in a field outside the city. A detailed map of the area was illuminated by a red flashlight in front of him.
"Here's the target," Alex said, pointing to an isolated building on the edge of the city. "It's a facility used by insurgents as a planning and weapons storage center. We've confirmed the presence of an HVT, but we don't know what resistance we'll face."
"What's the protocol?" Corporal Harris asked, adjusting his tactical vest.
"We'll split into two teams," Alex explained. "Foster, Blake, and Daniels will position themselves to the northeast to cover the main entrance. Harris, Collins, and I will infiltrate from the west. Our objective is to capture the target alive, but if there's resistance, we'll eliminate the threat."
"What about the evacuation?" Collins asked.
"The extraction will be done by a CH-47 helicopter stationed three miles away. We need to get this done quickly and out before dawn."
Alex looked at his men, all of them alert and focused. They trusted him completely, and he knew he couldn't let them down.
"Any questions?"
Silence.
"Okay. Move carefully and stick to the plan. We're going to do this."
The team moved silently through the darkness, each step carefully planned. The sound of the wind and the rustling of branches were the only things that broke the absolute silence.
Alex led the way, his eyes trained on the terrain ahead as the group moved in tight formation. As they approached the target building, Alex raised his hand, signaling for everyone to stop. He used his thermal binoculars to scan the area.
"Two guards at the main entrance," he whispered into the radio. "Foster, Blake, Daniels, they're with you."
"Acknowledged," Foster replied.
Alex watched as the secondary team moved into position. A few minutes later, two silent gunshots rang out softly.
"Main entrance clear," Foster reported.
"Great job. Infiltration team, go." Alex signaled for Harris and Collins to follow him as they circled the building.
Upon reaching the west side, Alex found an open window on the second floor. "Harris, ready the grappling hook." Harris quickly threw a rope with a grappling hook, which caught on the edge of the window.
One by one, they silently climbed into the building. The interior of the building was dimly lit and smelled of dust and oil. Alex led his team down the narrow hallway, their weapons drawn and ready. He signaled for Collins to check a room on the left while he and Harris brought up the rear.
"Clear room," Collins reported.
They continued forward, stopping at every corner to scan the next section. Alex knew that any mistake could be fatal. Suddenly, a sound of voices came from a room ahead. Alex raised his hand again, signaling for everyone to stop. He pointed to Harris, indicating that he should plant a light explosive on the door.
"Let's go in quick and take out the target," Alex whispered.
Harris placed the explosive and took two steps back. Alex counted on his fingers.
"Three… two… one…"
The door exploded inward, and Alex was the first to enter, followed by Collins and Harris. The room was full of insurgents who quickly grabbed their weapons.
"Contact!" Alex shouted as he fired at the first enemy.
Harris and Collins spread out, covering the flanks. The gunfire was intense, but the SAS team had the advantage of training and strategy. In less than two minutes, the room was silent again.
Alex looked around, checking the fallen bodies. He spotted a man trying to crawl away.
"There he is," Alex said, approaching and pinning the man down.
"We have the HVT," Alex radioed.
As they tied down the HVT, Alex heard Foster's voice over the radio. "We have movement outside. It sounds like reinforcements are coming."
Alex swore. "Cover team, keep them safe. We're going out the west side."
He signaled for Harris and Collins to carry the prisoner while he led the way. Foster and the others joined them outside, forming a defensive circle as they moved quickly toward the extraction point. Gunfire began to ring out behind them, but the team remained calm, returning fire as needed.
"We're almost there!" Alex shouted, pointing toward the open field where the helicopter waited.
The sound of the blades cut through the air, and Alex knew they were close to safety. In the helicopter, Alex sat next to the tied prisoner, watching him carefully. The man glared at him, but Alex didn't care.
"Mission complete," Alex said.
Back at base, the team handed the prisoner over to military intelligence. Alex went straight to the post-operation report, detailing every move of the mission.
When he was finally finished, Harris approached with a tired smile.
"Another one for the storybook, boss."
Alex chuckled lightly, shaking his head.
"Just another day on the job, Harris."
As he walked back to his quarters, Alex felt the weight of the mission begin to lift. He knew there would be more like this, but he also knew his team was ready for any challenge.
Chapter 63 – Reinforcements in the Dark
The base in Jalalabad was in a somber mood after the devastating news: DEVGRU's Echo team had been completely wiped out during an attack on a house used as an insurgent base.
The impact was palpable. The silence between the operators, usually filled with quiet conversation and laughter, was now heavy, interrupted only by the sound of helicopter blades on the airfield.
Alex was in the briefing room when he received the news. He was reviewing maps of the region with his team when the base liaison officer rushed in.
"Rider, we have a situation. Echo team has been wiped out. They're sending Bravo to cover the mission, but they need local support. The authorization from the British government has come through: your team will assist for a few weeks."
Alex nodded, feeling the weight of the situation. Losing an entire team was devastating, both logistically and emotionally.
"When will Bravo arrive?" Alex asked, standing up.
— They'll be here in two hours. Prepare your team for a joint briefing.
A short time later, a Chinook helicopter landed at the base, kicking up a cloud of dust that momentarily obscured the view. Alex and his team were positioned near the landing strip, waiting for the new arrivals.
Bravo Team stepped out of the helicopter, led by Master Chief Jason Hayes. Despite his apparent fatigue, Jason exuded a calm authority and imposing presence. He walked directly to Alex, who extended his hand.
"Master Chief Jason Hayes, Bravo Team."
"Sergeant Alex Rider, SAS, A Squadron."
The two shook hands firmly, both aware of the gravity of the situation.
"We appreciate your support," Jason said. "What happened to Echo must not happen again."
"I agree. We're here to make sure that doesn't happen," Alex replied.
Jason looked at Alex's team, quickly assessing the operators. Harris, Collins, Foster, Blake, and Daniels stood straight, their gazes determined.
"Let's get to the briefing," Jason suggested.
In the planning room, Jason and Alex led the briefing. Bravo and Rider's team were gathered around a table with maps and drone footage projected on the wall.
"Our primary mission is to locate and neutralize the insurgent cell responsible for the Echo attack," Jason explained. "We know they're operating from multiple locations, so we'll split up the teams."
Alex studied the footage.
"My team can handle the northern flank. There's less activity, but it's still a potential escape point."
Jason nodded.
"Good. We'll coordinate via radio. If anything goes wrong, either team can call in backup."
The two men exchanged a look of mutual understanding. It was clear they both trusted their teams and the mission, but the loss of Echo loomed as a constant reminder of the danger.
That night, Alex and his team moved silently through the darkness, equipped with night vision goggles and weapons at the ready. At the same time, Bravo moved south, covering a larger perimeter.
"Stay alert, Harris," Alex whispered into the radio as he scanned the terrain ahead.
"Always, boss."
The tension was palpable as they closed in on their objective. Alex signaled for his team to split into two groups: himself, Harris, and Collins in the advance group, while Foster, Blake, and Daniels provided cover.
The silence was broken by a distant gunshot.
"Contact in the southern sector!" Jason's voice boomed over the radio.
Alex didn't hesitate.
"Bravo, this is Rider. Do you need backup?"
"Negative for now. Hold position."
Alex nodded, even though he knew Jason couldn't see him.
Meanwhile, his team continued to advance. As they approached a small structure, Alex signaled Harris to position himself by the door while he and Collins covered the windows.
"Daniels, drone status?" Alex asked over the radio.
"Movement inside the structure. Four to five individuals."
"Let's go in."
Harris planted a light explosive on the door and, on Alex's signal, detonated it. The team stormed in, moving with precision.
"Two targets down!" Harris reported.
Alex moved into another room and found two more insurgents, quickly eliminating both.
"Structure cleared."
As Alex reported the site cleared, Bravo was still engaged in a confrontation with a larger group. Jason radioed Alex.
"Rider, we're getting heavy resistance here. Can you divert your team?"
"We're on our way."
Alex gathered his team and headed to the southern sector. The sound of gunfire grew louder as they approached.
Upon arrival, Alex quickly assessed the situation. Bravo was trapped in a defensive position, but the insurgents were trying to surround them.
"Harris, take Blake and Daniels and flank them on the right. Collins and Foster, come with me on the left.
Alex's team struck with precision, forcing the insurgents to retreat. Bravo took advantage of the opening to advance and eliminate the remaining ones.
When silence finally fell over the battlefield, Alex and Jason met in the center of the perimeter.
"Good job, Rider," Jason said, extending his hand.
"You held your position well, too."
The two leaders exchanged a nod of respect before beginning to organize the withdrawal.
At the base, Alex and Jason met to discuss the mission.
"It was a complicated operation, but we managed to minimize casualties," Jason said.
Alex nodded.
"Losing Echo was a tough blow, but this mission shows we can still turn the tide."
Jason looked at Alex, assessing him for a moment.
"You're good at what you do, Rider. If you need anything, you know where to find us."
Alex smiled slightly.
"The same goes for you guys.
As the two men shook hands again, Alex felt that despite the differences in their strengths, there was a unique bond between operators who faced the same dangers, no matter where they came from.
Chapter 64 – A Visit to the Past
Alex parked his black Land Rover in the driveway of Jack Starbright's house. The afternoon sun illuminated the simple but welcoming facade, surrounded by a small, well-kept garden. It had been years since Alex had the chance to visit Jack without being pressed for time by missions or military commitments. Now, with a few days off, he decided to take the opportunity to see her.
Jack was much more than a tutor or a friend; she was the only familiar and constant figure left in his life. As he got out of the car, Alex took a deep breath, feeling the fresh and calm air, far from the tension that his life in the SAS often provided.
"Alex!" Jack's cheerful voice came from inside as she opened the door before he could even knock.
She looked the same, but with some signs of time. Her red hair still shone, but now it had a few silvery strands; the expression lines on her face were evident, but her energy remained vibrant.
"Jack!" — Alex smiled, walking over to her for a warm hug.
"You look so different," she commented, taking a step back and looking at him. "Older, more mature... but still with that look of someone who's seen too much."
Alex laughed, but didn't respond. They walked into the house, and he noticed that it was more decorated, with pictures of Jack and a man Alex didn't immediately recognize.
"So... looks like Miss Starbright is taken."
Jack rolled his eyes, but smiled.
"Yeah, we've been together for a few years. His name is Ethan, and he should be here soon."
Alex raised an eyebrow.
"Ethan? Sounds like a good name. I hope he's a good guy too."
Jack laughed, pulling Alex into the kitchen.
"He's great, Alex. He's a history professor at a local university. And no, you don't have to go into protective mode."
"No promises," Alex replied, as she set two cups of coffee on the table.
As they drank coffee, the two began to talk about the past.
"Sometimes I wonder how you managed to get through all that, Alex," Jack said, looking at him with a mix of concern and pride.
Alex shrugged, looking at the cup in his hands.
"I think it was you, Jack. You gave me stability when everything seemed to fall apart. I don't know what would have happened to me without you."
Jack smiled, lightly touching his hand.
"You've always been stronger than you think, Alex. And now look at you, a national hero... or rather, a world hero."
Alex shook his head, changing the subject.
"What about you? You seem happy. It's strange, but good, to see you like this."
Jack laughed.
"I am. Ethan is wonderful. He treats me like a queen, and more importantly, he understands that I have a complicated history."
Before Alex could answer, the front door opened and Ethan walked in. He was a man in his early 40s, with light brown hair streaked with gray, wearing glasses and carrying a stack of books.
"Jack? Oh, you must be the famous Alex!"
Alex stood up to shake his hand.
"Nice to meet you, Ethan."
"It's my pleasure. I've heard a lot of stories about you." Ethan smiled, looking genuinely charmed.
Jack rolled his eyes.
"I hope he only told you the good ones."
Ethan laughed.
"Only good stories, I promise."
A short time later, the trio was at the table, enjoying a dinner prepared by Jack. The conversation flowed easily, with Ethan showing great interest in hearing about Alex's life without invading his privacy.
"So, Alex, what's it like working on something so… confidential? It must be hard to keep secrets all the time."
Alex gave a small smile, but didn't answer directly.
"It's part of the job."
Ethan nodded, quickly changing the subject, realizing that Alex wasn't comfortable talking about it.
"Well, I admire what you do. And I'm glad Jack has someone like you in his life."
"And I'm glad she has someone like you," Alex replied sincerely.
After dinner, Ethan went to his office to grade some papers, leaving Alex and Jack in the living room.
"He seems like a good man, Jack. I'm happy for you."
Jack smiled, looking at Alex with bright eyes.
"Thanks, Alex. What about you? Any special women in your life?"
Alex laughed, leaning back on the couch.
"Not exactly. My life isn't exactly the kind that allows for easy relationships."
Jack watched him for a moment.
"You deserve happiness, Alex. No matter how complicated it is."
Alex looked away, but smiled.
"Maybe someday."
As Alex prepared to leave, Jack walked him to the door.
— Don't let it go too long before you visit me again, okay?
"I promise I'll try," Alex replied, hugging her.
As he drove away in the Land Rover, Alex felt a rare sense of peace. Jack looked happy, and that meant a lot to him. Even with everything he was going through, knowing she was good it was an anchor that kept him steady.
That night, Alex thought about what Jack had said about happiness. Maybe, at some point, he really could find something like that. But for now, duty still called.
Chapter 65 – Craighead's Exit
It was a quiet morning at 22 SAS barracks in Hereford. Alex, now one of the regiment's most respected operators, sat in the briefing room, lost in thought. Rumors had been swirling about Christian Craighead, one of the regiment's most skilled operators, in recent days.
Craighead, who had become a living legend after his heroic performance in the Nairobi terrorist attack, was now facing the price of his bravery. It was not uncommon for extraordinary actions on the battlefield to generate political and institutional repercussions, but Alex felt that what was happening to Christian was especially unfair.
He had saved lives, faced down a relentless enemy, and yet his exposure in the videos and news had put the regiment in a delicate position. The SAS was known for its absolute discretion, and the British government was pressuring him to leave the regiment.
Alex met Christian in the regimental gym that morning. Craighead stood alone, finishing a set of weightlifting exercises. He looked calm, but Alex knew that deep down he must be struggling with the idea of leaving the unit he had dedicated his life to.
"Craighead, do you have a minute?" Alex asked, stepping closer.
Christian set the weight down and looked at Alex with a tired smile.
"Sure, Rider. What is it?"
Alex crossed his arms, choosing his words carefully.
"I've been hearing the rumors… about you leaving the regiment. Is that true?"
Christian sighed, grabbing a towel to wipe the sweat from his forehead.
"Yes, it's true. The government didn't like the attention the incident in Nairobi drew. I was advised to 'move on,' as they put it."
Alex frowned, feeling a mix of anger and frustration.
"That's a joke. You saved lives back there. You did what any of us would have done."
Christian shrugged, a bitter smile spreading across his face.
— Yes, but the SAS is about staying in the shadows, Alex. We can't afford to be recognized. The problem isn't what I did, but what it means for the regiment's politics.
Alex was silent for a moment, trying to control the indignation he felt.
— What now? What are you going to do?
Christian smiled slightly, as if he had already accepted his fate.
— I don't know yet. I have a few offers. Private security companies, maybe consulting. It won't be the same, but it's that or nothing.
Alex took a step closer, placing a hand on Christian's shoulder.
— You shouldn't have to leave like this. You're one of the best to ever come through here, Craighead.
Christian nodded in thanks.
— And you're a good friend, Rider. Keep doing what you do best.
Later, Alex was called to the office of the A squadron commander. He knew the subject would be Craighead. The commander, a stern but fair man, looked tired when Alex entered.
"Rider, sit down," he said, gesturing to a chair in front of his desk. Alex did as he was told, but his expression remained firm. "I assume you know why you're here."
"Craighead," Alex replied bluntly.
The commander nodded. "The government is pushing to have him removed from the regiment. His public exposure after the attack in Nairobi was a serious problem. I don't agree with the decision, but there's not much we can do."
Alex took a deep breath, trying to contain his frustration. "With all due respect, sir, Craighead is one of the best operators we have. He did what was necessary to save lives, and now he's being punished for it."
The commander leaned back in his chair, watching Alex closely. "I agree with you, Rider. But we're dealing with politicians, not soldiers. The rules of the game are different for them."
Alex shook his head, feeling helpless. "It's a shame his sacrifice has to be treated this way."
— Yes, it is. But remember, Rider, the regiment will go on. That's what we do. We go on.
At the end of the day, a small, informal ceremony was held in the regimental bar to bid Christian farewell. Although the mood was heavy, the operators tried to keep their spirits high.
Craighead arrived dressed casually, with his typical easygoing demeanor. He received hugs, handshakes, and words of encouragement from his fellow soldiers. When it was Alex's turn, the two exchanged a firm handshake.
"Good luck out there, Craighead. I hope you find something that makes you happy."
Christian smiled, but there was sadness in his eyes.
"Thank you, Alex. And take good care of the regiment."
As Christian left, Alex felt a weight on his chest. It was unfair that someone so talented and dedicated should be forced to leave for reasons beyond his control.
That night, Alex sat alone in his room, staring at a medal he had received years ago. He thought about everything Christian had been through, and how the system often seemed indifferent to the sacrifices of men like him.
But Alex knew that, just as Christian had said, life went on. The regiment went on. And he would do everything in his power to honor the legacy of operators like Craighead, who gave their all, even when the world would not recognize it.
He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath, determined to move forward, but never to forget those who, like Christian, had made history.
Chapter 66 – Experience and Leadership
The sun on an autumn morning lit up the base in Hereford, where 22 SAS continued its operations with the precision and rigor that made them legendary. Alex, now 34, was one of the regiment's most experienced operators. He had been on countless missions throughout his career, accumulating not only skills and achievements, but also the respect of his peers and superiors.
Over time, Alex became a fixture within A Squadron, where many younger operators looked to him as a figure of inspiration and learning. He was the embodiment of what it meant to be an SAS operator: resilient, adaptable and relentless on the battlefield.
That day, Alex was on the firing range, adjusting the sights on a new sniper rifle that the regiment was testing. Beside him, Corporal Harris watched intently.
"Is this going to replace the L115A3?" Harris asked, as Alex made the final adjustments.
Alex smiled slightly, not taking his eyes off the target.
"Maybe. It depends on how much he can handle it."
Harris laughed.
"If you're testing, you're definitely going to be pushed to your limits."
Alex took his position, aligning his sights. With a dry crack, the projectile hit the center of the target 800 meters away. He adjusted the rifle again, firing once more, with the same result.
"Not bad," Alex said, handing the rifle to Harris. "Now it's your turn."
As Harris took his position, Alex crossed his arms, watching the young corporal. He saw a lot of himself in the newer operators. Determination, ambition, but also that mix of nervousness and inexperience that only time could cure.
After training, Alex was called to a meeting at the command building. He entered the room where the commander of A squadron, now Major Shepherd, was waiting.
"Rider, sit down," Shepherd said, gesturing to a chair.
Alex complied, keeping his posture firm.
"You've been with the regiment for almost 15 years now, Alex. It's not often we see someone with your longevity here."
"Thank you, sir," Alex replied.
Shepherd smiled slightly.
"I want you to know that your experience has been invaluable to the squadron. But with that experience also comes the responsibility of sharing what you know."
Alex nodded.
"I always try to help the younger operators, sir."
"I know that. But I'm talking about something bigger. I want you to take a more active role as a mentor and instructor here at the base. Of course, that doesn't mean you'll be taken off the field. But I think it would be beneficial to the regiment if you started training the next generation."
Alex was silent for a moment, considering the proposal. He had always enjoyed being in the field, but he also knew that his experience could make a difference in training new operators.
"Understood, sir. I'll do whatever it takes."
Shepherd smiled.
— I knew I could count on you, Alex.
Over the next few weeks, Alex began to dedicate more time to training new operators. He led CQB sessions, taught advanced infiltration techniques, and even gave lectures on leadership in high-risk situations.
During a CQB training session, Alex watched as a team of new operators simulated a home invasion. Sergeant Blake, one of Alex's colleagues, stood beside him.
"They have potential, but they're still too slow in transitioning between rooms," Blake said.
Alex nodded.
"It's inexperience. We'll fix that."
When the team finished the exercise, Alex called the operators together for a debriefing.
"You've done a good job so far, but there's room for improvement. The transition between rooms needs to be faster and more coordinated. In the field, a second of hesitation can cost lives. Let's try again."
The operators nodded, determined. Under Alex's guidance, they repeated the exercise several times, until the movements became more fluid and efficient.
That night, Alex was in his room, flipping through a photo album he had kept from his early days in the regiment. Each image was a reminder of how much he had been through and how he had grown as a person and a soldier.
One photo in particular caught his eye: him and Christian Craighead, taken during a deployment years ago. He wondered where Christian was now and how he was coping with life outside the regiment.
Alex knew his time in the SAS wouldn't be forever either. He was already thinking about what he would do when he left the regiment. But for now, he was focused on fulfilling his mission, both on the battlefield and as a mentor to the next generation. He closed the album, letting out a sigh.
Life in the SAS was intense, but he knew that every day was worth it. As long as there were missions to be completed and operators to be trained, Alex would continue doing what he did best.
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