Disclaimer: I do not own Todd Blackburn, Casey Joyce, Scott Galentine, Jim Telscher, Glenn Harris, Dave Diemer, Anton Berendsen, Kevin Snodgrass, Matt Eversmann or Black Hawk Down. They're owned by people, whom I don't know, but that's okay. I'm using 'Black Hawk Down: A History of Modern War' by Mark Bowden. It's a wonderful source of information and it's helping me more now that I have it to read up on about different events. I'm using the online edition, so you can check it out online. I do own this fan fic idea, Danielle Ashton, and Sarah Thomas. Don't take them or I'll hurt you.

Within the asterisks (*) is text taking directly from the online novel. I don't claim to own that.

Matt Eversmann watched as four men - two medics and two sergeants - took off down the street with Blackburn between them. They were stooping low, trying to avoid any bullets that were flying at them. They would run, put the stretcher down, shoot, pick him up, and run some more. They were continuing to do this as Matt watched.

Christ! They are never going to make it if they keep doing that. They're going to kill him.

One of his sergeants, Casey Joyce, had begun to run, hopefully to get a humvee. Matt returned his attention back to the hell going on around him. He hadn't even noticed the bullets that were whizzing around. They were snapping all around him, signifying that they were in fact flying by his head.

The few seconds that passed seemed to be minutes. Nothing was going to plan. They already had one man down and they had orders not to fire unless fired out. That was virtually impossible owing to the fact that all the Somalis seemed to mingle together - men, women, children, elderly, and handicapped. They had all come to witness whatever was going on and their hatred had grown over the last five months from the Ranger's missions.

Matt turned his head and spotted two of his other sergeants, Sgt. Scott Galentine and Sgt. Jim Telscher. Galentine was having a good old time; grinning and laughing as rounds sent dirt and debris up at them, breaking windows, and blowing out tires. Telscher had blood all over his face. He had smacked himself in the head with his rifle on the descent down the rope.

The shots were coming from a different direction now so Galentine and Telscher made their way down an alleyway. Matt followed closely behind not wanting to lose sight of his men. His eyes watched in shock as a hard slap knocked the gun out of Galentine's hand and saw his thumb, hanging by a thin strip of skin, on his forearm. Matt continued to watch as Galentine tried to re-attach his thumb and then making a move to get his gun.

"Don't come across! Don't come across!", screamed Matt, trying to tell Galentine to stay where he was.

Galentine had heard, but ignored him and ran for his gun. He dived the last few feet and grabbed his rifle. Galentine and Matt both ran over to a private, Anton Berendsen. He was sitting there; firing his M203 and a grenade-launcher was nearby. Matt looked at him.

"Oh, my God, I'm hit," Berendsen said, looking up at Matt.

"Okay, tell me where you're hurt, Ber."

"In my arm, I think."

Matt worked with Bersendsen, who continued to fire down an alley. Matt lifted up Bersendsen's vest and opened his shirt, trying to locate the wound. Galentine seemed to be in shock. Eversmann looked at him and placed Galentine's thumb in his hand.

"You'll be all right, Sergeant Galentine. Don't worry."

Bersendsen was trying to be comforting as Matt worked on his arm. Sergeant First Class Glenn Harris came running up to tend to the wound. He dropped his field dressing as he saw Galentine's thumb. Galentine reached into Harris' kit and got out a clean dressing, handing it to Harris.

Spec. Dave Diemer was now the only one covering them. All of the sudden, a Somali came running down the street and let loose on the car. Diemer dived behind the rear wheel. Telscher shouted from across the street that Spec. Kevin Snodgrass, their machine gunner, had been shot. Matt saw that Telscher was leaning over Snodgrass, tending to the wound. Snodgrass wasn't screaming so it most not be too bad.

* "Sarge?''

Matt turned wearily to Diemer.

"A helicopter just crashed.'' *

MEANWHILE

Todd Blackburn opened his eyes slowly and tried to distinguish the millions of shadows around him. He couldn't see anything and he began to panic. Where the hell was he and who were these people?

Lord! They're skinnies! Oh God! I need to get out of here!

The shadows were coming closer and closer, while they shouted and pointed at different places. He made to move and pain shot out through out his body. Arms came out from nowhere and began to hold him down. Todd continued to struggle trying to get away, but the pain racking through his body was becoming too much too handle. He felt a slight prick in the crook of his elbow and the shadows became foggier and foggier. The hands holding him down began to relax and the last thing he saw was a bright light and many shouts coming from around him.

Author's Note: Everyone! Listen up! I'll say this once so don't flame me or ask about this in your reviews! I am not going to update in a very long while and here's the reason. Right now, I am working on moving all of my fan fics and all of my friend's fan fics to a new server. It's taking longer than I expected. I probably wouldn't work on any of these until April. I just want to let everyone about that and I want to thank kiba kai, Black Hawk Down Fan, and michelle for their reviews on how they like it. Don't worry Lucie. Here's the chapter. I hope you like it. Still shorter than everyone probably wants it, but it's got a lot more detail and some cliffhangers. I'll have to write more of it now because you all want to know what happens. After I'm done revising everything dears.