Summary: This fanfiction replaced the chapter in Snakehead when the SAS infiltrate Dragon Nine. The bomb is almost at depth, and Alex is out cold. Ben and 4 SAS are in the control room, wondering what to do.

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Ben turned to the medic. "How serious is it?

"He's bleeding pretty badly; but the pupils are reacting, and breathing and pulse are strong and only slightly unsteady. Definitely concussed, seeing as he's out, but not seriously. He'll probably wake up pretty soon. I'd say Ash pulled the hit a little- if Ash pistol-whipped him like you did Ash, then he'd be a lot worse."

Ben frowned, noting the medic's reluctance to say "Alex". "Can we move Alex?"

"Yeah, I think it'd be alright for a little while- just try not to jostle him too much, okay?"

Ben nodded and turned to the leader. "Help me out- move his hand, alright?" Scooter raised a skeptical eyebrow, but nodded. It was clear that Ben thought Alex's fingerprints should still be used.

Ben gently slid his arms under Alex's knees and shoulders and lifted him up. When they were getting close to the panel, a bullet broke through the window; it seemed there was still a substantial number of guards left on the platform. The few guarding SAS moved to the window to take out the opposition, but they weren't fast enough.

Three more bullets were fired. Two struck Ben's right arm, and he dropped Alex's upper body in response. Another hit a screen on the wall.

Ben cursed as he grew dizzy and fell.

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The world was spinning quickly, and a great fog was surrounding his mind. Alex opened his eyes, only to find himself upside down and falling on top of Ben. At least, his feet were. His head had connected with the ground, waking him. Ben's arm was... bleeding. Badly. What was going on?

Thud! Ben and Alex were both on the ground, and Alex could hear gunshots firing nearby and far away. A bullet slammed into the floor by Alex.

The SAS leader grabbed Alex and pulled him against the wall, out of the range of the bullets. The man then pulled Ben over. Ben was half conscious.

"Alex?" Ben inquired.

"Yeah?"

"Good."

"What?" But Ben had already passed out. Thankfully, the medic was already beside him. Alex sat up, staying close to the wall.

"What's going on?" Alex asked Scooter.

"Look, as soon as we finish up here, I need you to go over there and deactivate the bomb, got it?" Alex blinked blearily for a moment, then nodded.

The gunfighting stopped after a few moments.

"Go!"