Nemo was sitting on the black leather couch in his house. The soft sounds of orchestral music emanated throughout the building from a record player. He was leaning over, looking at what appeared to be profile files on his coffee table. Directly across from him sat a small television with a mans face on it. The face seemingly waiting for a response from him. Nemo leaned back, looking to the TV before speaking. [color=4169E1]"So let me get this straight."[/color] He paused. [color=4169E1]"You bred a person with a enchilada. And then you just managed to... lose? The manchilada?"[/color] He asked with a curious face. [color=4169E1]"Ah... I got it. I think I know what your problem was."[/color] He added, pointing at the screen. [color=4169E1]"...You should of done a man[b][i]taco[/i][/b] instead."[/color] The question of if Nemo was serious or just trying to rub salt in the wounds of the people who lost the creatures was a mystery.

[u]"No, you see the projects are all mixed with predator DNA. Not... Mexican cuisine. But besides that... yes."[/u] The man on the television responded. 

[color=4169E1]"Hmmm, yes I see. I suppose that [b]would[/b] make more sense. What a shame, I've never hunted an enchilada before."[/color] He spoke back, returning his attention to the files.

[u]"We just need to know if you're interested on not, Mr. Sammler."[/u] The man remarked, sounding impatient at this point.

[color=4169E1]"If you thought I might not be interested you wouldn't of already given me the files."[/color] Nemo said with a slight smirk, not bothering to look back up. [color=4169E1]"Of course I'm interested."[/color] He confirmed. 

[u]"Very good. I suppose this concludes our discussion then, Mr. Sammler. You should know what to do from here on out." [/u]

[color=4169E1]"Auf Wiedersehen."[/color] Nemo looked back to the TV and said his goodbye with a small smile. After this the picture went black, leaving him with just the files now. He got up from his couch and gathered the paperwork before moving to his bedroom. As he made his way there he passed by various stuffed animal heads and trophies he collected from various safari hunts. Something he thought humorous considering the substance of his task. Nemo was a collector to be sure, he had all kinds of various items in his home. Ranging from weapons, instruments, jewelry, to awards. Just about anything of value that suited his tastes he had hung or displayed somewhere. 

[color=4169E1]"I guess I'm a glorified animal control officer now."[/color] He mused on with a chuckle as he opened his closet and pulled out a rather large vintage rolling luggage case with a few various travel stickers stuck on the front. Something he prepared in advance in case he had to go to foreign soil for a job. While the contents of the case were a mystery, one thing that could be said is that if Nemo didn't have special agreements with certain people, it definitely wasn't making it past the first security check. He stashed the files within it and got ready.

Nemo began to hum along to the song on his record player as he rolled the luggage case through his home, even after he turned it off he continued to hum the tune. He called a cab from his cellphone to pick him up and bring him to the airport as soon as possible. After arriving Nemo waited in line just like all the other people. He seemed to take the grueling wait quite well, unlike the rest of the. Once it was his turn up to bat, a flash of a governmental card from his wallet was all it took for him to get special access. 

Nemo boarded his flight with ease soon enough. He made the odd choice of flying coach despite his status. And the reason why quickly emerged: Nemo always found himself the most entertained back in the crowded seats of coach class. There was always a show to see back there to him. On top of that, he was maddening to be around for long periods of time. Nemo talked to his two neighboring passengers the whole trip whilst eating peanuts to the point of almost driving them insane. But they didn't break first, instead it was a bald man three rows ahead off to the side. After turning back and loudly asking him to shut his mouth, the man got what he wanted literally. But no peace was going to come to him in the end.

After a few minutes Nemo [i]silently[/i] chucked a peanut at the man's head. The man flinched and immediately turned back to the prime suspect. But Nemo simply shrugged his shoulders with a innocent face. After the man grudgingly returned to his book he hurled another one at his head. The man turned back faster this time, immediately cursing at him. [color=4169E1]"You should try one."[/color] Nemo said plainly. The man didn't seem to give his suggestion much thought and continued to berate him until Nemo threw another. This one landing directly in the man's mouth mid-insult. While he was momentarily silenced, the bullseye caused the man to only get louder afterwards until a flight attendant had come over to silence him. Despite the mans accusations and protests nothing really became of the event.

Nemo figured things had reached a boiling point and his antics might get him into trouble if he continues. He was pretty satisfied with the way things had gone so far anyways. 

Hours later his flight had come to an end. He spent the rest of the time listening to music on his phone with a pair of earbuds and looking out the windows. After getting off the plane he swiftly retrieved his luggage and left the airport by cab again. The ride took him to a normal looking hotel. Nemo checked in and brought his case to his room. The heels of his boots made a quaint tapping sound as he walked through the corridor to find his room number. 

Once inside Nemo began his preparations. He cleared a table, took off his coat, and finally unlocked his case. He retrieved the files and a laptop from inside, not taking the time to fully explore all the goodies he had with him yet. He set the computer up on the table and opened all the case files. He took great time to display them on the table in a neat and orderly fashion. Nemo studied them thoroughly before deciding on a plan of action. Lastly he pulled out his phone, setting it on the table and playing a classical song while he thought. This finally marked the beginning of a long mission.