AN: MUHAHAHA! I will dominate the AR update page (until this fic runs out of chapters)!!
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Summary: This fanfiction replaced the chapter in Snakehead when the SAS infiltrate Dragon Nine. The SAS landed on the helipad, but Alex was blown off by a gust of wind. The SAS proceeded to hunt down and find the system that was lowering the Royal Blue bomb into the seabed.
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The gust of wind had swept Alex off his feet, and when it did, he knew that he was in its clutches and at its mercy. So, Alex had unstrapped the entire parachute quickly as he could and rolled off the helipad.
Sheer luck allowed Alex to twist around and grab the metal bar at the end of the platform. He swung down onto a metal platform beneath and froze when he saw the pair of guards. Alex heard their conversation like Ben had, and Alex prepared himself. He didn't have a gun or a knife, but that didn't mean karate was off limits. Besides, he couldn't reach the helipad or call for help, and he still wanted to achieve the objective.
If Ben hadn't stopped watching the second guard, he would have seen a silhouette hoist themselves up onto the platform's edge stealthily. He would have also seen the roundhouse kick that knocked out the guard after the person sneaked up behind him, and how the person who attacked him didn't want the body to be found.
Alex couldn't risk another guard patrolling to find the knocked out one. Quickly searching the body, he withdrew the walkie-talkie and pocketed it; it could provide useful information. He also snatched up the man's pistol.
Alex heaved the body into a crevice and hoped the darkness would make the man invisible. Shoving him further into the notch between the two structures, Alex stepped back to see if the man was visible any longer; the man wasn't.
Finished with the task of hiding the body, he darted over to the metal beams that connected the two oil platforms. This would be necessary to cross for Alex needed to get to the control room. Alex was fairly certain that the control room was on the drilling platform's odd pillar.
To his dismay, crossing the walkway would be suicidal, for the entire run was in sight from both ends. Alex saw some rope lying on the end of the deck- for what purpose, he didn't know- and decided to borrow it.
Alex sprinted by the handrail while attentively listening for guards or the SAS men. If he found the SAS, he'd rejoin them; it was terrifying to be on his own behind enemy lines. Before turning the corner, he stopped to check for guards.
"Just my luck," Alex thought as he heard soft conversation and footfalls around the corner. There were no niches to hide in, for the Recreation rooms now beside Alex had a flat wall. Thankfully, the rope was in reach. Alex grabbed it.
Alex couldn't possibly take on two or more guards, so he formed a plan. Looking up at the stars for hopefully not the last time, he noticed some more shadows on the Recreation rooms' roof. It was the SAS! Sadly, they hadn't noticed him.
"Of all the rotten timings!" Alex muttered quietly. The guards' voices were nearing, so Alex could definitely not call out.
The guards turned the corner.
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AN: Please do not review.