[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]

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[nestinghabits]

He nods in agreement. "It makes sense, that there's somebody trying to clean up after it. Not doing the best job, though, if there were bodies left to find at all." A babysitter would complicate things, but then when Clint hadn't been able to find the vampire last night, he'd figured there might be something more going on with the case.

"The victims were found on opposite ends of the borough, but I haven't heard anything else as far as location or sightings. Hopefully it hasn't gone far, but who know even knows where it holed up for the day and if it's gonna stick around." It'd be easier if there was more to go on, yeah, but they'll presumably just have to scout the area and see if any new clues pop up come sundown.

[alethiological]

Data registered, filed, reconfigure. The two bodies only means the babysitter didn't have the time to clean the scenes properly. Babysitter in a rush, then? Or some kind of distraction that spurned him into escaping - doubtful, especially since it was obviously wasn't a hunter that did it.

So, assuming the logic is sound, the other applicable option is the only one left: the Babysitter got a lead.

"Which ends of the borough did they appear, and in which order," said in tandem with shutting the folder he's working through and beelining for the Volkswagen. His possessions are in the trunk and even if the target's not in a blood frenzy, tracking it more accurately won't be that difficult. If they get close enough. "Might be gunning for the nest. If we can't find 'em tonight, you might be out of luck."

[nestinghabits]

Falling into step beside Will, he follows toward the car. At the mention of the nest, he rolls his eyes and makes a disgusted sound. Things were so much less complicated back home, without all of the goddamned rules and vampire-coddling. When a human life was taken, you retaliated. End of story.

"You're probably right. It was headed west-to-east. Right toward the open arms of its blood-sucking friends." He tosses his gear into the back seat of Will's car. "Whaddayou think? Try to head it off, or track it down and chase?"