After a less than polite discussion with Mr.Universe, Pestilence stalks off in the opposite direction. The case, now hidden from ordinary human sight for a few minutes, lies by a wall some thirty feet
from the other man's table. He means to circle around and grab it from outside Mr. Universe's line of sight before it 'decloaks.'
Of course, plans seldom go as one expects...
ooc: hot potato available for anyone to grab!)