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.

Texas and Sparks, SAS men, kill the two guards. Alex hung off the edge of the platform and called out to them.

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Alex heard one of the SAS curse under his breath. "Sorry!" Alex whispered, thinking that his call was too loud and had angered them. He put the ropes in one hand and reached up but was unable to touch the edge. Ben finally realized what was going on, and where Alex was- the SAS assumed it was a guard. Alex squinted into Ben's cupped light.

"Jeez, Alex! Don't scare us like that- we thought you were a guard." Upon closer look, Ben noticed how red Alex was. "You okay?"

"This is the two guards' blood. Please don't leave me hanging, Ben." Ben overcame his mild shock and took Alex's wrists to pull him up. Scooter and X-Ray also lent a hand, and soon they were all standing on the platform; Alex held the rope, but Ben had confiscated the pistol with a frown- guns weren't for kids.

Alex whispered to Scooter, "On the way down, did you see that odd column on the drilling platform? You can see it over there." Alex pointed. "I'd bet anything it's the control room." None of the SAS men had seen- they were concentrating on landing correctly, but inexperienced Alex had the time to enjoy the view.

"Even your life?" muttered one of the other men Alex didn't know. After a short moment of hesitation, Alex nodded. Scooter looked thoughtful.

"Alright, let's check it out. It's a start, for sure." Alex walked in the center of the group as they moved to the bridge that connected the two platforms. Scooter saw the same problem Alex did; they'd be spotted- and trapped- too easily. Alex pointed to the rope and to the roof. If they threw up an end, they could scale the wall to walk on top of the walkway. It would be bad if they were spotted, but it would be harder to notice than walking through.

Sparks took the rope from Alex and threw it up the wall. It wrapped around something, and both ends hung down. One by one, the SAS scaled the sheer wall- Alex went after the first five did. Keeping low to stay quiet, they sprinted down the walkway.

They were maybe 10 feet from the end when an alarm went off. A watchtower guard must have seen them.

Scooter hissed, "Down!" Something small- about the size of an orange- clattered onto the walkway and landed between Alex's feet.

Alex recognized the small, black object. It was a grenade. Spark had figured it out while it was still in the air, and now the SAS and Ben were lying down and moving away in hopes of living. Without really thinking it through, Alex used his football skills to throw the grenade up behind him with a "rainbow" maneuver, and he whipped around using a cross between flying karate and football kick to smash the grenade towards the small platform. Whoever had thrown the grenade had forgotten to cook it properly- otherwise, Alex would have been killed by an explosion right next to him. Instead, the bomb flew fairly far before exploding behind the entire group. Alex, being the only standing one after landing his kick, was thrown off the walkway onto the drilling platform. The others remained on top of the walkway.

He was separated from the group again.