Sean Dillon is an agent for the Prime Minister's Service.
Born in Belfast, Sean Dillon was immediately deprived of his mother who died in childbirth. His father, seeking to find gainful employment, moved to London and it was in that great city that Sean Dillon was raised.
An incredible actor with tremendous promise, Sean was accepted to the Royal Academy of Dramatic Art from which he was given two roles at the National Theater. His schooling, and the planned acting career, was cut short, however, with the death of his father after his first year at the Academy.
His father has returned to Belfast on a short trip when he was caught in a crossfire and died from the bullets of a British soldier.
Taking an oath of vengeance, Dillon joined the IRA and soon, after training in Libya, became one of its most feared strong-arm men. For several years, he 'served the cause' until disenchantment finally set in.
Leaving the IRA, which in and of itself was remarkable, Dillon became a man-for-hire, extending his reputation greatly.
The most remarkable aspect of his strange life came, to the surprise of all who knew him, when he agreed to work with Ferguson, once an enemy and now a well-respected boss.
A small man, with a height of no more than 5'5, Sean Dillon sported fair hair and eyes of 'no particular color at all except for the fact that they were the coldest ... ever looked into.'
His gift for languages, French, German, Russian, and others, seem to only be surpassed by his Irish gift for gab. He is able to charm with his wit and rather depreciating way many of those who are disposed to hate him and his history.
The agency that Dillon works for had its start in 1972. At that time, fearing the growing danger of terrorism, the Prime Minister created an elite intelligence outfit which became known as his 'private army' due to the fact that it had to answer to no one but the Prime Minister himself.
The person selected to head this very small unit was Brigadier Charles Ferguson. Having no political bent himself, he successfully served each subsequent Prime Minister. The offices of this small group was on the third floor of the Ministry of Defense, overlooking Horse Guards Avenue.