[He pauses then, already poised on the balcony's ledge, crouched and ready to spring. Glancing back over his shoulder he speaks in a quiet flutter of breath, lest they be discerned. He doesn't think they will, though. Not at this distance.]

There are four of them, and one captive. Three sent in to do the job, another one on the roof. Perhaps they were expecting significant resistance. Currently three are still on the stairs, swiftly ascending, making a good amount of noise in those heavy boots. If we move quickly we should come up behind them, with the element of surprise on our side.

[He smiles his sharp-edged smile.]

How do those odds sound, to you?

[They sound like a good time, he thinks.]