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His neighbor had randomly knocked on his door mumbling something about babysitting her 8-month old baby. The woman walked away abruptly afterwards, leaving him no option. The thing was, Sean is completely useless with children. Sure, he loved them. But when it came to the technicalities, he was as clueless as a rock. Ten minutes have barely passed and he already strode across the hall, knocking at his other neighbor’s door.

“Yeah. Can you help me out with this?” He asked, holding the crying baby at arm’s length. Sean made a face. “It… won’t stop.”

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“So I’m guessing you’re my new partner?” He asked, quirking a brow. “I thought you’d be more… well not this.” Sean gestured to their entirety. One can see why he works better alone.

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He was fresh out of options. The washing machine in their apartment complex had conveniently broken down, right when he had been piled with tons of dirty work. Sean stood in the back of the laundromat, wearing nothing but a pair of old jeans, shoving his bloodstained clothes into the machine. “Can I help you?” He asked, turning to meet a prying gaze.

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A few robbers ran out of luck and ambushed Sean’s apartment, of all places. The three got a good beating, but their leader managed to give him a knife gash that ran from the base of his elbow to the side of his wrist. The next morning, the other caught sight of it and now brought it upon themselves to interrogate the agent. “I fell down the stairs.” He said, lie slipping off his tongue easily.