SAS with the Navy SEALS ~ An Alex rider FanFic

Chapter One: Bomb

Alex Rider was leaning against the corner of a cold grey stone wall, carefully counting the amount of guards passing in the nearby hallway. Five, Six, Seven. The last one came scrambling behind the others. New probably. While his eyes were counting Alex had been busy forming a plan mentally. It was going to be fairly easy since the guards were clearly inexperienced wannabe guards. Once again Scorpio had underestimated him.

A smirk played across his face immediately sending pain up his jaw back deep into his temples. Stupid Torture wounds. Pain shot through him even at the slightest move.

This is what you get for walking into a Scorpia compound and letting yourself become captured just for information. Which stupid waste of a person would do that? Who would get themselves caught on purpose? Oh right! Me! Alex thought sarcastically cursing the stupidity of himself and of course his superiors.

Alex glanced at the watch tightly wrapped around his bruised wrist. He only had five more minutes until the bomb exploded. His torturer, Dr. Three, had boasted about the bomb he planted, so that Alex in breathing his last painful breaths would know truly how evil Dr. Three really was.

Come to think of it, Alex has a broken rib that is threatening to puncture his lung. He should probably be worried but he didn't have time act fast and worry about yourself never. That was usually how he worked and every mission has turned out good so far. With only few injuries. It's better that way then he wouldn't cause anyone's death like Jack and Sabina's...

Alex shook his head sending pain searing through his skin. He didn't care he needed to have clear thoughts if he was going to even survive. He weighed the gun he had stolen earlier; it was full. He sneaked out from the corner carefully walking across the hall behind the guards. He didn't dare make anymore noise then he already was, though he doubted the guards would even notice him if he did.

After carefully placing himself in the center of the hall, Alex pulled out his gun and fired. The nearest guard crumbled to the ground, dead. All the guards turned around panicking and fumbling for their own guns. Alex ran straight towards them surprising them even more than they already were. He kill eleven before his stolen gun had emptied out of bullets. He quickly grabbed one of the dead guards gun, killing the rest.

Alex reached the door pulling it open trying to push down the guilt he felt for killing so many. Better not to think about it to hard and get on with escaping. He spared a second to glance at his watch.

Three minutes left.

He sped through the maze-like compound killing anyone who stood in his way to freedom.

Two minutes left.

Alex stopped the hallway leading directly to the exit was blocked by the biggest man he had ever seen. Alex was yanked up against the wall hanging by his neck which was being squeezed by the huge man. Alex could feel his life slipping out of him as the man squeezed tighter and tighter.

One minute left.

Alex fought and kicked for air his lungs about to burst, when his eyes caught onto the guards left thigh; a bullet wound. This was his only chance. Alex kicked the guards left thigh using all the strength he could muster. The huge man howled in pain dropping Alex to the ground. Alex scrambled to his feet and almost flew to the exit afraid his abused legs would give up to soon. Just as he took the last leap over the cemented outline of the door. The compound behind him exploded into a fiery display of debris and ash.

A shrieked pinging pounded through Alex's tortured ears as he was sent flying through the air by the shock wave of the explosion. Alex hit the cold snowy ground but felt the horrible pain as his rib pierced his left lung. Gasping in pain Alex eased himself into standing position. Stumbling to make his way were his rescuers were supposed to pick him up. What's the point in sending a rescue team when Alex still had to free himself? Alex shook his head bitterly as a voice sent his head flying in pain.

"Alex!" A man called. The man was standing in front of a small helicopter and worried expression plastered onto his face as he ran to help Alex.

Finally after a lot of stumbling, moaning, and pulling Alex was leaning against the hard cold surface of the helicopter. He could feel his body shaking with the pain caused from over exertion. Alex lifted his right hand up in front of his rescuers face, hanging by a small metal ring were five black thumb drives.

Mission accomplished." Alex rasped before the pain was to much and he lost consciousness.

"Alex!" The man across from the boy rushed forward to check on the kid. He watched as Alex's eyes rolled back into his head and into much shock to respond any quicker.

"Sh*t, Sh*t, Sh*t. Broken rib, punctured lung....." the man mumbled several more injury while trying his best to bandage the ones he could. He almost laughed when he saw that Alex Rider was still tense even when he was unconscious. He also almost laughed at how young to boy he had picked up looked, not more than fifteen. He again almost laughed when he saw how many scars and injuries this boy had. He however did not laugh when he realized that the combination of youth and injury did not go together.

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A/N

I want to mention again all credit for the idea goes to Rider_007

I will be posting very fast updates and will not be moving on till I finish this FanFiction so that way you all get to know the end! XDXD

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Hope you enjoyed this one! Next update between today and next week!

~Alex

(Yes my real name is Alex haha)