Nemo was resting on a park bench, looking off into the waters of the Chicago bay. The rain had let up but he still held up his umbrella with one hand to guard himself from the drizzle, the other brought a cup of hot tea to his lips to take a sip. Nemo didn't like hot things, but when it came to food he often made exceptions. 

Not all things last however, Nemo's dark and quiet view of the placid bay was interrupted by his manadial signaling he had received a message. He set his cup of tea down to view the new message. He was surprise to see it was from Felix, and even more pleasantly surprised to read what it was about.

[color=c0c0c0][i]Seems my work tonight is not yet done.[/i][/color] Nemo thought, finishing his tea and raising up from the bench.

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   About an hour had passed for Nemo, getting to new locations wasn't as easy for Nemo as it was for Felix, however he always found the experience entertaining. He was in Wisconsin now, a rural town, not much to look at. Even for somebody like Nemo he had a hard time finding something to please his eyes with. 

This feeling of non-excitement soon subsided when Nemo found what he was looking for: [i]Needles General Store[/i] or more specifically, the small apartment area above it. He entered the building and got a better look at it, the store portion of it was dark and unattended at this time of night, leaving only the rest area and staircase up to the apartments available to him. Nemo proceeded up the stairs, his black boots making an audible click as his heels connected with each step of the wooden staircase. 

Nemo wasn't sure what he was looking for, he didn't feel any substantial manawaves from any living thing in the complex. However Felix had never been wrong before, and Nemo doubted that he was led here for nothing, despite how much of a no-man's land this place felt like. Before he could think another boring thought, Nemo was alerted by what sounded like gunfire from a small gun akin to a derringer, followed by another shot. He followed the sounds to it's source. He was already sure it was the correct room judging by the smell of blood permeating out from it. Nemo pushed the door open and idly stood in the doorway. 

[color=c0c0c0]"My oh my, you've really gone to town on these two haven't you..."[/color] Nemo commented after scouting out the room.

He stepped inside, closing the door behind him and keeping his stance rather calm and passive to not alarm the man into another attack. [color=c0c0c0]"You must be Wesley."[/color] Nemo said to the man still standing. He got a better look at the wounded attackers now, no doubt witch-hunters. Which also gave Nemo a good idea as to what the remaining man was, and why he had a hard time detecting him earlier. 

Nemo's own pale white skin, white hair, and ghastly white eyes should give Wesley a hint that he wasn't with the two witch hunters. No normal human could look that way, and no normal witch-hunter would work with him either. 

Before speaking to him any further, the sight of the fore-arm-less hunter had diverted his attention.[color=c0c0c0] "Oh, that's just tragic."[/color] Nemo noted out-loud as he stepped over to her. He bent over and picked up the forearm from the ground. [color=c0c0c0]"Shame."[/color] Nemo added as he examined the severed appendage. His so far calm demeanor suddenly broke out into a grin. [color=c0c0c0]"You know, times like this make me wonder about you people."[/color] Nemo addressed her. Despite not seeing her face, the body language they were giving off hinted him to her state. She was barely holding on to consciousness. [color=c0c0c0]"You're bleeding out, without medical attention you're going to die. And that doesn't even cover the arm. You'll have to learn to live without that. What do you think the Disciples are gonna think about that? Think they have any use for a hunter without their best arm? What, are you going to jam a silver tipped spike into that sucker and call it good?"[/color] He asked, ending it with a small chuckle. 

[color=c0c0c0]"But I, [i]I[/i] could fix all that for you. For someone like me, putting that arm back on is easy peasy,[i] lemon squeezy[/i]... But what I'm wondering about, what I'm so curious to know, is if you'll [i]let[/i] me. Will you, a [i]witch hunter[/i], let [i]me[/i], the very thing you hunt, help you?"[/color] Nemo asked, getting to the point of his exposition. He humorously extended her own forearm out for a handshake. [color=c0c0c0]"What do ya say, partner?"[/color]