Prologue
Author note: This story is the second in the Magical Flashpoint series. It follows "At the Intersection of Magic and Technology". This story is also set after "Scorpio" (Flashpoint Pilot).
Although all original characters belong to me, I do not own Flashpoint, Harry Potter, Narnia, or Merlin.
"I have the solution," Sam reported, head down and rifle aimed at the subject.
"Scorpio," Sarge ordered, tone grim.
Sam fired once, the rifle bucking a touch in his grip as it discharged. The subject fell, his weapon flying out of his hand and spinning to a halt near the alley wall. Sam stared at the weapon, shocked. Realization dawned as the clues he'd been picking up all day finally made sense.
The SRU constable fumbled the rifle and forced himself to calm down and place the weapon flat on the ledge. He inhaled sharply, his hands shaking a little. "Subject down, Sarge." His voice had an icy calm he didn't feel. Hurt, rage, and grief welled in the young blond.
"Good shot, Sam," Ed called.
Sam ignored the praise and demanded, "Why didn't you guys tell me the subject was a wizard?"
