Take a trip with Sam up to the rooftops. Please enjoy my little intense one-short that came to me a little after midnight. I know it's not very long, or anything, but...yeah…I felt like writing Flashpoint. I watched the new episode tonight! Ah! How intense! That was awesome! xD

Disclaimer: Really? Do you honestly think I believe I hold the papers to Flashpoint? 'Want' and 'have' are two different things, my dear.

The Scorpion

Compared to what'd he'd been through, this was nothing.

Don't breathe. Keep steady. Focus.

Hot sun beating down on your fully clothed, thickly padded back. Trying hard not to fidget or move. This all took years of practice, but a sniper was a sniper. You did your job. There were no mistakes. (Even so, mid-July in Toronto was miserable in thick long sleeves. Could anyone ask for a t-shirt every once in a while?)

Target sighted moving quickly. No good.

Messing up could cost you your life. High stakes were always in the gamble in this department.

He's slowing down. Hostage unharmed.

But fifteen minutes in this position was pathetic compared to the time he'd spent holed up, not moving or eating, in Afghanistan. But again stated: a sniper is a sniper. You did your job.

Krrrrch. "I have the solution." Speaking into the microphone on his uniform, he was still barely making any movement. He couldn't let the target spot him. The man had a hostage, and had declared earlier that if he saw a single barrel pointed at him, the woman was dead meat. And the entire team knew he meant every word he spoke.

A murderer. With a purpose, supposedly. The girl was the wrong race, the wrong religion. She'd be damned before his god, anyway. There was no forgiveness for people like her. Or so he said.

The guy had the woman shielding his body, a knife to her throat, but the unlucky bastard was taller than her, leaving his skull wide open for any sniper to spot. If the trigger was pulled, it'd be a shot to kill.

Ha. Forgiveness. Who's he to judge who should be forgiven?

"Hold your position, Sam. Let's try to keep the peace."

"Rodger."

Greg was never one to try and kill the killer. Even thought they deserved it. But then again, no one on the team wanted to kill.

It was sick to even try to put yourself in the shoes of someone who thought like that.

But it all went downhill. Suddenly, the murder drew away the knife and raised it threateningly. He was laughing. Almost screaming. It was a deranged, inhuman sound emitting from that man's lips. And now he was bringing the blade down to stab the woman, and she was screaming.

But one word, for Sam at least, silenced it all. Ed's voice came in quickly over the radio.

"Scorpio."

Sam barely had time to even wince.

Click.