Jacob narrowed his eyes in contemplation, forming a plan in his head. The target has his guard down, but Jacob isn't convinced that things are always going according to plan. He turned to Barracuda, his eyes asking for guidance. 

"My plan is simple enough. I can go in the restaurant without being seen with my illusions, or simply change my appearance to someone Dari Ludum doesn't know...or [i]does[/i] know," he gazed at his superior meaningfully but averted his eyes just as quickly. "But to capture him..." He paused, thinking that his plan is too plain, but continues anyway. "The way my illusions work...it's by  using psychic powers to trick the mind, hence the brain. If I make an illusion of a bullet hitting him in the chest, the minute he even thinks it's real," intense fire is blazing through the blue green eyes. "His brain processes this and then he drops dead. No injuries or anything his mind was led to believe, just brain dead or a heart failure." He said quietly, but powerfully. He turned to Barracuda again, "Thoughts? Flaws in my plan?" Jacob inquired.

Jacob was ready for any kind of criticism. He was used to it anyway, he does his best and if it wasn't enough, he fixes what is wrong.