StV: A Solitary Hound

"Where'd you go?" asked Mongrel, as Bloodhound climbed back into the truck. 

She scowled but didn't look away. "Wanted to take a look at them, even if we aren't moving on them."

"Risky," Hearne observed, probably to cut in ahead of anything Mongrel or Huntsman might say about it. "If they saw you..." 

Bloodhound shook her head. "I went the other way with it. The boy who's a primary target? He's the same one that confronted me at the school, the one I couldn't see in the dark. I let him catch my scent, and he came over by himself, so I spoke to him."

"That's... interesting," Hearne said thoughtfully. 

Mongrel leaned forward. "What did you learn?" he asked, suddenly intent on Bloodhound's face. 

"He doesn't recognize 'Omar' or 'Greyhound', so if our traitor is there he's not using either of his old names." She shook her head. "That doesn't mean much. He didn't react to my description, but that doesn't mean much either -- even if he didn't smell like he was lying."

"We need a way to lure them all out," said Huntsman. "The primary targets, the ones who were at the theater, and the asset."

"Did he seem suspicious of the asset?" asked Mongrel. 

Bloodhound shook her head. "No."

"...Maybe we can use that. Have her pursue a romantic attachment, and use that as leverage to get the target and his friends -- our other targets -- into our reach."

"We'd have to pull out," Huntsman observed, but he didn't sound like he was arguing. "Maybe leave one or two well-hidden assets in place, but if we withdraw in search of better possibilities and Bloodhound meets with this boy to tell him that we're packing up... it could work."

"We could even leave her here," Mongrel said, glancing at Hearne before turning to meet her eyes again. "How do you feel about pretending to go rogue?"