Check the Alley

The darkness of the alleyway meant nothing to Mongrel. His eyes granted him clear vision with even the smallest amount of light and even in total darkness he could navigate with echolocation. But it wasn't sight or sound that lead him down that path, it was smell. He followed her scent through the darkness until he came across an interesting situation. Her path went into the neighboring buildings, but another source of her scent drifted down from above.

The tracker hopped up and snatched the fabric tangled in the walls barbed wire. It was a torn skirt. He eyed the wall to his left side and the old shop to his right. She had initially gone right then leapt from the roof to get over the fence. He tore the damaged garment in half and tossed its bits at a nearby pile of trash. Someone had gone onto the property and put the entire mission at risk. He needed to get in there and handle the situation before the trespasser did something stupid.

Mongrel leapt at the wall of the old shop, kicked off with one foot and sailed over the barbed wire to land silently in the yard.