Prologue
Author note: spoilers for 01x13: Between Heartbeats. Pretty much the entire episode. And I am using dialogue from the episode. This story is the eighth in the Magical Flashpoint series. It follows "Family Heritage".
Although all original characters belong to me, I do not own Flashpoint, Harry Potter, Narnia, or Merlin.
The figure was perched on top of a building, wielding a rifle. He was camouflaged with a homemade ghillie suit; his rifle was camouflaged as well. He peered through his scope at two men he hated, hated with a vengeance. Their companions and those they had come to aid, he did not care about, except as a means to get his target. He kept his voice even, as he spoke to one of them; the man who had given the order all those months ago. The man who, even now that he had made it clear what he was capable of, was refusing to give him the murderer who had taken everything from the young sniper. He would not permit the murderer to escape, no matter what he had to do; who he had to kill.
Angry, he demanded, "Ed Lane. It's Ed Lane I want."
The man he spoke with, the weak man who hid behind others to do his bidding, looked to his companion. His words were calm, but the sniper knew the coward would not give him Lane. "Okay, okay. Let me start working on that."
The sniper laughed at that, sneering, "Working on that?"
"Well, yeah, he's out of range," the coward lied, "I-I got to track him down."
Angry, the sniper countered, "He's standing next to you." If the coward would not give him Lane… In his native Croatian, the sniper murmured, "May God forgive me."
Then he fired.