Shadow slipped through the door behind Alsia, still cloaked. The cloaking wasn't perfect so he was counting on hiding behind the con-job to limit his visual exposure. His right hand trailed down to the sheath on that leg, slowly easing the knife loose. Not out, but loose enough to be out in the blink of an eye.

Under his breath, almost touching the con-job's ear he whispered, "Take 10'o'clock, I got two."