Oh, good point. He puts the dagger away and copies Marcel's method, then turns to listen to the suspected cultists as well. 

They don't seem to have much else to say - and Joy's having trouble hearing them over the river, the wind, the birds... There's a lot of distracting noises going on.

They also don't react to the slow deflation of the tires.

Joy catches Marcel's attention and motions back towards Temperance, tilting his head questioningly. 

After some thought, Marcel nods sharply, slinking away from the cars and sticking to the shadows, but staying within earshot of the cultists.

And Joy follows after him, trying to listen as well past all the distracting noises.

Temperance waits for them to  speak first.

Joy makes it back to her side and then glances at Marcel, ears flicking back and then forward unhappily, "Can you hear what they're saying?" He asks him quietly, "Should we try ambushing them here or...?"

Marcel cups a hand to his ear, still listening in. "They are trying to decide whether to retreat or complete their mission. Je pense that we should wait and see what they try to do. If they retreat, we can follow them to their headquarters, and if they try to wake the dragon back up we can take care of them with help from the police.

"Sounds good to me." Ear flick, "Let us know when they decide?" 

They seem to have decided to split up, four heading for the cars and one stealthier one heading back for the dragon.

"They are splitting up. One is going after the dragon, the others are heading for the cars. They won't get far with their wheels in that state, though. I'm going to go after the loner, make sure he doesn't make more trouble for Pennie. Do you think vous deux can tail the rest?"

"Should be easy enough."

"Can do," Joy agrees.

Marcel slinks after the lone cultist, sticking to the shadows and preparing himself to make a surprise attack when the time is right.

He loses track of the lone cultist once he's a good fifteen minutes away from his friends - close to the city, but without any chance for a surprise attack.

"Merde..." Marcel looks for a fire escape or some other way to the rooftops to cover ground more quickly and potentially get his eyes on the target again. At the very least he can try to beat him to the dragon and head him off there.

There's a fire escape over in that alleyway, actually fairly near where he lost track.

Marcel keeps his eyes peeled, just in case his prey has caught on that he's being followed, and clambers up to the roof.

He's able to see the cultist before she drops on him, then, with just enough time to get his feet under him before she's closed.

"Ah zut. So much for the element of surprise..." Marcel draws his rapier, baring his pointed teeth in a grim smile. "What a shame. Pour vous." He lunges forward to stab at the cultist.

The cultist falls, run through.

"...Ah. So much for squeezing them for information. I really should have held back..." He shakes off his sword, looking around. "This...isn't going to look good for me, is it." He sighs, picking up the body and climbing back down to the street, making his way towards the river and trying to keep a low profile.

Fortunately, people seem to mostly still be on lock down from the earlier sirens, and no one looking out their windows spots him in the dark.

Once he's made it to the river, Marcel scrounges around for some rocks to weigh down the body while stripping it of anything useful and studying its features to imitate later.

No one catches him doing that, at least.