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.
Alex wants to cross the bridge between the two platforms to get to the control room. He gets some rope at the end of the walkway and sees the SAS on the roof above, but guards are rounding the corner.
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The guards didn't see anything and felt no need to hurry. They were discussing constellations, so they paused at the corner and looked out over the ocean.
Texas and Sparks, two of the Australian SAS, quietly rappelled down the Recreation rooms' wall to land behind the two unfortunate guards. The SAS men pulled out their knives and approached the conversing pair from behind, making sure their steps were inaudible.
"See those three? It's Orion's Belt, and it points to the North Star!" the thinner of the two guards argued. Texas stealthily stepped behind this man.
"Fool, I've already told you- it's the front of the Big Dipper that does!" Sparks craftily crept up behind this one. Neither guard noticed the SAS men's prescence.
"For Pete's sake, the Big Dipper-" The man never finished his sentence, for at that moment, Texas signaled to Sparks, and the SAS men slit the guards' throats simultaneously from behind, slashing carefully to avoid too many blood splatters on the deck. The guards' blood spilled overboard, and no sound was uttered after that. The guards had no uncut vocal cords left, and they were dead.
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Alex planned to use the rope originally as a method of getting on top of the metal walkway, but now it was serving a different purpose. Alex gripped one end in his right hand, and another section in his left, while the rest of it was loosely coiled around his shoulder. The section between the hands was threaded through the handrail's supports; Alex was suspended off the edge of the deck by the rope.
His heart nearly stopped as the guards decided to stop by the corner of the deck; it was the very place Alex was hanging from. Their conversation was clearly heard, and Alex's breath caught in his throat.
"Ha, the first man is wrong. The Big Dipper points to the North Star," he shakily thought, trying pathetically to calm his nerves. This was the only place he could hide, and if either guard thought to look down and see the rope, it was Alex's end. Alex was barely breathing, and every sound he heard felt amplified.
Those sounds included- to his mild surprise- more, softer footsteps after the two voices stopped moving. Alex realized it was easier to hear footsteps from below deck, and he wasn't sure what was going on. Suddenly, the voices cut off.
A torrent of liquid splashed down from above, and Alex had a vague guess as to what it was. Some of it landed on him. Cautiously, he tasted the liquid.
It was blood.
Alex didn't hear an alarm, so he knew that it was the SAS that had done it. He grew certain as he saw two silhouettes fall into the water below, outlined by the reflection of the stars on the water.
It was then that Alex realized he didn't think his hiding place through thoroughly enough. With both hands occupied by the thick ropes, he was essentially stuck. It was lucky the SAS men were there. More quiet "thunks" could be heard. Were the other SAS men joining the two? Alex sucked in a breath to speak when he heard the footsteps of all the men walking away.
"Hello?" Alex cautiously whispered.
The footsteps all stopped.
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AN: Please do not review.