Summary: This fanfiction replaced the chapter in Snakehead when the SAS infiltrate Dragon Nine. Alex was talking with Ash, Ben was outside the room with 4 SAS men, and a gunshot was just heard.

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Ben cursed. The other SAS men seemed to share the same opinion as him- if that was Alex, then he obviously needed help.

They barged into the room, guns drawn and at the ready. Alex was lying on the floor facing away from them, a small pool of blood under his head, and several splatters beside him. Another man the SAS didn't recognize was slumped in his seat, clutching his stomach, a gun resting on the floor by his feet. Finally, Major Yu was in silent pain, written on his face. Apparently, his brittle hands couldn't withstand the kickback of the gun, as Alex had mentioned. But the man switched hands and was about to shoot someone.

Ben stopped him; he fired at Major Yu's hand, effectively stopping him. Yu wasn't done yet, though. Using his broken- but not shot- hand, he brought the pistol up to his head and fired a single shot. As much as Yu loved the British, he would not be taken in by one. Ben didn't have time to react to the man's bold decision. Both of the corpse's hands were mutilated, Scooter noted- it was a good thing Alex was there, even if he wasn't in perfect health.

"See to Alex, now," Ben commanded the medic as he rushed over to the other man, kicking the gun away. "Who the heck are you?"

"Ash- a guard."

"What happened here? How do we deactivate the bomb?"

The man smiled sadly, his eyes clouded. "You can't deactivate it. It's too late. Yu already put it in autopilot."

Ben closed his eyes for a half second, calming himself as best he could in this situation. "Why is Alex dead?" The medic looked up, mouth open and ready, but paused, realizing that Ben was busy interrogating Ash.

"He's not dead- only unconscious. Yu told me to kill him, but I chose to pistol-whip him. Yu shot me for betraying his orders, I suppose." Ash gasped in pain and looked ready to faint.

"Why didn't you kill him?"

"I don't shoot kids," Ash weakly supplied, though it was only half the truth. Ash couldn't bring himself to murder John Rider's son- no, Ash couldn't bring himself to murder his godchild in cold blood.

Ben was angry in general and thought only partially rationally. "Any other questions, guys?" he asked the 2 SAS men attending to Alex and the two watching the door for any other visitors. They shook their heads. "Here's a taste of your own medicine," Ben muttered. He pistol-whipped Ash as hard as he could without killing him. Maybe Ash could supply some answers later. He would definitely be brought to justice.

Ben walked over to the control panel to see what it said. It had an outline of a hand displayed, intended for a person's right hand. It figured that Ben had shot Major Yu's right hand. Ben checked the time. 11:53- only 7 minutes until the bomb was at depth.

Finished there, Ben went over to Alex and knelt beside him. The medic was just finishing bandaging Alex's head. X-ray was there as well, and he looked at Ben.

"Now what?"