Dodger leaned on the fire escape railing and sighed. He didn’t need cybernetic ears or even his Elven hearing to catch the rhythmic sounds and breathy gasps coming from he squat through the open window. The two inside would know that he was waiting. Ghost Who Walks inside’s auditory enhancements would have picked up Dodger mounting the ladder. The Elf suspected that the Street samurai could also monitor the challenges of his tribe’s sentries at either end of the alley.