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The men in black (Mafia)

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Chapter 8

Major Salvatore Borroni. Code name 'Cold Falcon,' one of 50 French majors. Cpt. Crescenzo Milano, code name 'Black Tiger,' is Major Salvatore's partner or brother. They partnered for decades and rose through the ranks in just 11 years. Major Salvatore is 45 years old, and Cpt. Crescenzo is 43.

Major Nicostrato and I exited the F-22 Raptor and saluted Major Salvatore.

"Welcome, private Valentino, is this your first visit to France?" Major Salvatore inquired.

"Sir, yes!" I said.

"There's no need to call me, sir; why don't we go inside and chat for a while?" Major Salvatore inquired.

Major Nicostrato and I nodded, and when Major Salvatore asked us to follow him, we nodded once more. Major Salvatore took us to his office, where we talked for about 2 hours while drinking coffee and doing other things. Cpt. Crescenzo stood up and said he'd be back in an hour. We just nodded and carried on chatting. Major Salvatore is not a bad person; in fact, he cracked a few jokes when we were chatting.

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Major Salvatore rose from his seat and answered the phone on his table. I couldn't understand what they were talking, but Major Salvatore sounded like he was speaking to someone from the higher up. Major Nicostrato and I just kept talking. Major Salvatore hung up the phone and walked to his seat two minutes later. I didn't question what the phone call was about because it was impolite. We conversed and joked some more while enjoying our own coffees.

After 45 minutes...

Cpt. Crescenzo entered the room with a man I didn't know. Major Salvatore and Major Nicostrato stood up and approached the man. The two of them saluted, and I quickly jumped up and ran to the front of the man, standing tall and saluting.

"Hmmm... New face eh," the man said as he approached me, inspecting my whole body and looking at my eyes for about 30 seconds.

"Sir, Private Valentino, Sir!!" I said.

"Lieutenant General Vincent William, MI6 or SIS Vice Chief." Maj.-Gen. Vincent said as he extended his hand for a handshake.

I was completely taken aback. MI6's Vice Chief What exactly is he doing here? I just shook hands with Lt.-Gen. Vincent and deleted the thought.

"It's a pleasure, sir," I said as I continued to shake his hand.

Then we went back to our seats and talked. Lt.-Gen. Vincent discussed SAS preparation and said that if I were the SAS's chief in four years, he would promote me to Major. Of course, we laugh about it, but I'm going to make it happen because I don't want to leave the army with the rank of warrant officer or Sergeant Major.

We spoke for about an hour and a half. We had all forgotten to eat dinner and had failed to notice the time, so we all decided to eat outside. We boarded the helicopter and headed to a restaurant with a helicopter deck. We ate for about an hour before returning to the base.

We're going to follow Cpt. Crescenzo, according to Maj. Salvatore order. Maj. Nicostrato and I went to our separate rooms after Cpt. Crescenzo leads us to our rooms. I thanked Cpt. Crescenzo and bid him farewell.

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I stood up and go wash my face and body. After that, clad in my new outfit, I dashed to the Maj. Salvatore's office and asked about breakfast. We all gather at Maj. Salvatore's office to have breakfast.

It's 10:30 a.m., and we'll be leaving for Italy in 30 minutes. I spoke with Lt.-Gen. Vincent further and questioned about SAS training and other topics. Lt.-Gen. Vincent also gave me a lot of tips about how to be a great recruiter and mission advice.

It's now time to go. Lt.-Gen. Vincent, Maj. Salvator, and Cpt. Crescenzo I saluted them. Maj. Nicostrato and I then returned to our own F-22 Raptor and saluted them once more before taxiing away.

"Private Valentino, you have clearance to take off."

"Thank you"

I pushed the throttle all the way to the limit and quickly gathered speed. I was now prepared to take off. I pulled on the yoke and flew safely into the sky.

We just got up to 20,000 feet instead of 45,367 feet since we weren't in a hurry to get back. We also stopped twice at a French Air Force base, but only for 30 minutes each time. We weren't greeted by a Maj., but by a Cpt. who gave us food.

After that, we returned to Maj. Nicostrato's base. We called Master Sergeant Arthur to inform him that I had just returned. After an hour, I saluted and said my goodbyes to Maj. Nicostrato. The Master Sergeant Arthur sent a Blackhawk to grab me. I dashed up to it and took a seat in the back. Before we took off, I thanked and saluted my seniors.

We landed safely and went to Master Sergeant Arthur's office, where we talked for an hour. He directed me to the shooting range to practice my shooting.

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