[closed] vampire bounty-hunting: what not to do

[nestinghabits]

The previous night, Clint had been minding his own business in a bar in Hillingdon district, when he'd started to hear rumours about a bounty being offered for a rogue vampire running around in the Institute's territory. He'd packed up to go investigate almost immediately, because that is a hunt right up his alley. But despite combing the streets till nearly sunup, he hadn't been able to track the damn thing.

It's approaching sundown, now, and he's got his bow and quiver packed up in an unassuming black case which is slung over his back. Kind of hard to carry them openly, in the middle of the city, so he has to at least pretend to be discreet about it.

On his way out of Hillingdon House, he spots Will, and hey, that guy has a car. Will had seemed competent enough the last time Clint had run into him, even if he'd tried to leave a dead werewolf in a dumpster. Not everybody is perfect.

"Hey, you busy tonight?" he asks, approaching the other hunter. "Heard there's a rogue newborn over in Ealing. Tried to track it last night, but couldn't find it."



[closed to Will, Cooper, and Ringer]