You had just gotten to the location Arthur and John had told you. All three of you tasked with robbing a train from Leviticus Cornwall. You had just dropped the oil wagon supposed to stop the train off.

You were met with the familiar Irish accent of Sean Macguire. You tolerated him at most. He was rather bold and charismatic. Somewhat annoying. He had been shooting bottles poorly to practice his gun skills. Promptly challenging you to which declined only for him to pester you more.