It was the adjusting motion that Samuel made that tipped Cheshire off. Call it intuition, call it a sixth sense, but whatever it was, the moment a militant looking man like Samuel adjusted his shades instead of taking them off when entering a less then well lit building, bells started going off in Cheshire's head. It took almost no time for him to take a full 3d model picture of the shades, search the vast knowledge of the internet and find out the secrets that McCarron's glasses held. And they worried him.<br/><br/>Some people learned martial arts, some got a conceal and carry permit, or a body guard. Cheshire had trickery. His illusions were his armor, his gun, and his favorite pastime. Anyone who could threaten that needed to be shown who was boss. Cheshire grinned to himself. This was going to be fun.<br/><br/>As Samuel entered, Cheshire moved from his corner and allowed himself to be seen easily seen and his holograms. It wasn't until there was a break in his conversation with Dumas that he decided to act. He got the speakers in the club to work first.<br/><br/>"Over here." Cheshire whispered, his voice instead coming through the specialty speakers that would make the sound come from what would seem like right over Samuel's shoulder, right in his ear. The moment he turned around, Cheshire would create a wall of illusion around him that would make every person in the club look like Cheshire. Every one of them would be wearing his signature purple and black jacket, purple and black rave pants with matching black suspenders, and each one of them would have his performance face on, the spectral cat with the will-o-wisp eyes matching their real time emotions. Every where he looked, and only for him. By the time he would look back to where the origonal was, Chesh would already be gone, hidden in the rest of the employees or around a corner, no one could tell.<br/><br/>One of the illusionary Cheshires stood where the whisper came from, with his signature manic grin. "What new breed of sexy beast do we have here?" he asked coyly.<br/><br/>Cheshire couldn't help but giggle silently to himself from his hiding spot. This was less then ideal, eventually Samuel would be able to recognize Cheshire by his walk and mannerisms, but by then he was sure he'd either strike up some sort of understanding with the new bouncer, or would have found a way to hack the closed systems of the glasses to trick them as well. Hell, maybe he could even offer to improve the functions of the glasses in exchange for them not to be able to pierce his holograms. It was all up to the new