Keenan sat at his desk in the bureau office. He was the head investigator, and second in command of the CIA’s secret task force.

Having this position gave him the unfortunate ‘mission’ of ‘keeping an eye’ on one of the world’s most deadliest assassins. Who, was now his partner.

“Could you stop messing with the stapler?”

Keenan snapped, lifting his head to look at the small staples on his desk. He’s grown tired of the repetitive noise of clicking.

“I’m trying to do paperwork. Just sit, or do something else.”

Before he was tasked with being a babysitter, he may have shivered at being in the same room with them. Now, he didn’t care so much. He’d grown used to the presence.