"Sir yes sir." Chesh responded with only a hint of mocking sarcasm in his voice at the warning to be careful. While he did think of himself as streetwise and capable, he also knew that it was defiantly NOT his ability to fight that allowed him to be so, even if that was the air that he put on most of the time. Really it was his intelligence, but it was nice of Dumas to worry. Cute even.<br/><br/>"I'll be there before you do big guy." Chesh said, already putting on his street clothes.<br/><br/><br/>Ten minutes later, Chesh stood on that corner, waiting. His tracker said Mari was still close, and the face recognition software that Chesh was running hadn't seen Dumas yet. Chesh was almost un-recognizable from his stage appearance, or even his club appearance. He was wearing regular denim genes and a heavy canvas jacket in brown. His black hair was no longer streaked with purple, and in fact he wasn't wearing so much as a hint of his signature shade. The only visual similarity was his piercings, still in the same places.<br/><br/>Under his clothes however, he was still wearing his computer suit, the skin tight suit that worked like a flexible set of processors, microchips and interface sensors that allowed him to create his own augmented reality. In addition he had a multitude of holograph projectors hidden on his person. He was NOT about to be unprepared for what might happen, but he was the kind of paranoid person that he never was unprepared. Or so he hoped.